Page 40 of Her Hat Trick Daddies (Game On Daddies #3)

Leighton

L una is already fast asleep, tucked in tight, and the baby monitor is in the room on the nightstand—lit up, silent, waiting. One ear always tuned for her. But she’s out cold, on the opposite end of this floor. We’re in the clear.

For now.

Still, that tiny, responsible part of me keeps whispering: Be quiet. Don’t wake the baby.

But these men, my men, have a gift for pushing me to the edge, for pulling sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make. And if I lose control, if I get too loud… well, let’s just say we’ll all be pausing to settle a wide-awake toddler. Not exactly the vibe we’re going for.

So yeah, we have to keep it quiet.

Try, at least.

My body’s already thrumming, panties soaked, and they haven’t even touched me yet.

It’s the way they look at me, and the way I know they’ll make me feel once the doors are closed.

The way they’ve been showing up, day after day, steady and true, not just for me but for Luna too.

It melts my heart… and sets my entire fucking body on fire.

It’s everything.

I never imagined falling into their world like this, never thought I’d go from zero to ninety so fast. I’d hoped, but I couldn’t picture it actually happening. But here we are, and I’m reveling in every second of it.

They’ve ruined me in the best way. My heart is full. My body aching.

And tonight, I want all of it.

I step into David’s room, my heart pounding so loud it echoes in my ears. The door clicks shut behind me, sealing me in with the three men who’ve completely unraveled my world.

And fuck, what a sight.

Shane, David, and Andy stand there waiting, masked and shirtless, all that smooth, hard muscle on display.

Black leather hugs their faces, leaving only their eyes visible, dark and intense.

Briefs cling to their hips, so tight they might as well be painted on, every line of their thick cocks barely hidden.

Shane’s holding a leather paddle, his hand gripping the handle like he’s already imagining it cracking across my skin.

David’s fingers dance over a sharp, silver, shiny object, eyes locked on me like he’s imagining every place he’s going to drag it .

And Andy. Andy’s watching me like I’m his next meal with open handcuffs.

“Strip,” David commands, voice gravelly. But I don’t move. I’m lost in the sight. “Now, Phoenix.”

My whole body tingles at the command. I swallow hard and let my fingers find the straps of my dress, sliding them off, baring my skin inch by inch. The air feels electric, heavy with their eyes raking over me as I push my lace panties down my legs, standing there naked, exposed, trembling.

Andy’s across the room in a blink, his hand sliding around my waist as he pulls me flush against his hard chest.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his breath hot on my ear. “Now get on the bed.”

I’m shaking as I climb onto the mattress, the sheets cool against my skin. Andy is right behind me, guiding me back until my head hits the pillow. He brings my hands up to the headboard and snaps the handcuffs around a wrist, then the other. I let out a shaky breath.

“Perfect,” Andy whispers, brushing hair from my face. “Look at you. Fucking perfect.”

I’m spread out, wrists locked above me, completely at their mercy. My body is already on edge, every breath shallow, nipples peaked and aching, and they haven’t even touched me yet.

David steps closer, the tool shimmering in his hand.

“What’s that?” I ask, eyes wide .

He smirks. “A Wartenberg wheel. Just for you. But don’t worry, you’ll love it.”

My breath hitches as nerves and excitement tangle.

Shane kisses my temple. “What’s your safe word tonight, baby?”

I hesitate for a beat. “Ice.”

David begins. “Good. Now… let’s see how sensitive you are to my touch tonight.”

He starts at my collarbone, the little spikes barely grazing my skin, and my back arches hard, a gasp ripping out of me.

It’s light but sharp, a teasing bite that dances all the way to my clenching core.

I shiver violently, eyes fluttering shut as he drags it lower, circling my nipples with agonizing precision until they’re even more swollen.

“Fuck,” I whimper, tugging at the cuffs, hips writhing.

David chuckles darkly, voice thick with possession. “So damn responsive.”

He trails the wheel down my ribcage, every delicate inch igniting goosebumps, making me twitch. Then he drags it lower, gliding just under the curve of my belly, so slow, so fucking torturous, each flick of those devilish spikes setting my nerves on fire.

He rolls it over my bare mound. Light at first, just enough to make my hips buck, my cry a broken mess of pleasure and desperation, my body straining into the sting and tease.

The spikes press just enough to have me quivering, my thighs trembling, not knowing whether to close them, spread them wider, life them.

I shudder beneath his touch. “Uhhhn… I’ve never felt anything like this before.”

David’s eyes, wild behind the mask, lock on mine as he trails the wheel even lower, skimming along my slick folds, teasing the slit, so fucking close but never where I need it most. The spikes graze past my clit, a whisper of contact that has me shaking, panting, my pussy dripping and throbbing with need.

“Please,” I beg, voice on the verge of sobbing. “David.”

The way he watches me, dark and dangerous, completely in control, makes me dizzy with lust. It’s fucking unbearable… in the best way.

Shane shifts to the foot of the bed, gripping my ankle, his palm rough and hot as he starts massaging the soles of my feet, slow and deep, sending tingles racing up my legs.

“Tell us exactly what you need, baby,” he growls.

“Touch me,” I choke out, head thrashing on the pillow. “I need you… all of you… now. Please.”

Shane’s laugh is low and wicked. “And you’ll get us. But first…”

He wraps my right foot around his thick, hard cock, slicking his pre-cum along the arch of my sole as he grinds against it, moaning low in his chest.

Without warning, he grabs the paddle, lifts it, and brings it down with a sharp crack against my inner thigh. I cry out, the sting ripping through me, hot and electric, the pain sparking something needy inside.

“Oh my god.” My eyes roll to the back of my head. “Y-yes.”

Another sharp crack lands on my other thigh, making me jolt and squirm, tears pricking at my eyes from the overwhelming flood of sensation—pain and pleasure twisted into something molten, electric. My whole body trembles, thrumming like it’s seconds from detonating.

I pull at the cuffs, desperate to escape, to touch, to take control, but I can’t. And somehow, that makes me fall apart even more.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous like this,” Andy murmurs, brushing his fingers over my flushed cheek, eyes fierce behind the mask as he leans down and kisses me deeply. “All fucking ours.”

“Please,” I beg, wild with need. “I can’t—I need you inside me.”

He grins as he unlocks the cuffs, setting me free. My arms drop, muscles aching, but I barely acknowledge the pain. I’m too far gone.

David immediately grabs me, flipping me onto my knees like he couldn’t hold on anymore. I brace myself on the bed just as the thick head of his cock presses against my pulsing rim.

Then, one brutal push, and he’s buried to the hilt.

A ragged moan tears from my throat as he stretches me wide. My whole body jerks forward, but he’s got me—hands gripping my hips, holding me in place as he fucks me like he owns every inch.

Crack.

Shane brings the paddle down on my ass, each strike a promise I can’t outrun. I jolt, crying out, only for him to lean in, voice razor-edged.

“Uh-uh. Can’t have you making noise while we break you in properly.” He drops the paddle, slips a ball gag between my lips, and ties it tight behind my head.

I moan around the gag, the sound raw and hungry as I roll my hips back into David’s relentless thrusts. Each one punches the air from my lungs.

“Fuck, you’re sucking me all in,” David growls behind me, fucking me harder now, his pace feral. “So goddamn good…”

Another crack of the paddle. Another muffled cry. My thighs are soaked, my body slick with sweat and cum.

“Hold her,” Shane commands, gripping me as he guides me onto my back—David still inside me. David doesn’t miss a beat, shifting with me as he drops onto the bed, my back pressed to his chest, his cock still buried deep in my ass.

My legs fall open, spread wide on either side of him—completely exposed, completely used. Inviting. Begging.

Shane slides between my thighs, eyes locked on mine, and slams into my dripping pussy with one ruthless thrust. One hand closes around my throat. The other grips my thigh like he’s marking me .

“Look at you… starving for it,” he murmurs, eyes blazing as he drives into me. “You love this, don’t you? Just being used.”

I moan around the gag, my whole body writhing between them, every nerve-ending lit up. David’s still moving under me, relentlessly fucking up into me, the double stretch pushing me over the edge of sanity.

Shane thrusts deeper, rougher, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to let me know he’s on the verge of release. I feel his cock throb inside me, feel his rhythm stutter.

He curses, teeth clenched. “I’m going to come, and I want you to take every fucking drop.”

And then he loses it. His hips snap erratically as he spills inside me, heat flooding my core. His body goes rigid, groaning through clenched teeth as he empties every last drop with one final push.

David isn't far behind. “Shit… fuck,” he grits out, and then I feel it—his cock pulsing deep in my ass, filling me up as his body shudders against mine, his release hot and thick.

I can barely catch my breath before Andy settles on the edge of the bed, pulling me onto his lap, guiding me down onto his cock with a firm hand.

“I need you,” he rasps, removing the gag and tossing it aside.

“I’m all yours, Daddy,” I whisper into his ear.

I roll my hips slowly at first, then start bouncing on him, wild and frenzied, my thighs trembling, my pussy clenching around him like it never wants to let go. His hands roam everywhere—palming my tits, squeezing my ass, gripping my hips.

It’s too much. It’s perfect. And then… the orgasm crashes through me. I cling to him as my body locks up, vision going white, pulsing around his cock, soaked and gasping, completely wrecked. My nails rake down his back, and instinct takes over. I sink my teeth into his shoulder with a muffled moan.

“Again,” Andy grunts, his hips bucking up into me in ragged, desperate thrusts.

I pull back just enough to look at him, unsure if I’ve crossed a line. But he meets my gaze like he wants it. So, I smile and bite him again, harder.

That’s all it takes. He spills inside me with a guttural snarl, arms locking iron-tight around me as his cock pumps every hot drop into me.

We collapse together, a mess of sweat-slicked skin and ragged breathing. My body’s trembling, sore, thoroughly used… and completely satisfied.

They gather around me, easing me back into the mattress like I’m something precious. Fingers trail gently over my thighs, my belly, my chest. Lips press soft kisses along my shoulders and neck—tender, reverent.

It’s quiet now. Intimate. Warm.

And all I can think, lying there wrapped up in them, is this — this is what I want. This wild, messy, beautiful life with them .

Shane leans in, his voice softer now. “You came into our lives like chaos wrapped in something beautiful. And you brought Luna with you... the tiniest, cutest storm we never saw coming."

He lets out a quiet laugh, the kind that carries more awe than amusement. "You flipped everything upside down and made it better than we ever could've imagined."

He brushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear. His hand lingers, fingers grazing my cheek as he stares into my eyes… into my soul.

"We weren't ready for any of it,” he admits softly. “Not even close. But now, I can't imagine a single version of this life without you in it. You broke us in the best way, and I love you… for all of it."

Tears prick my eyes as I look at each of them, wrecked, glowing and still hungry for more.

“I love you too…. all of you.”