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EPILOGUE

“ H ello, Miss Maggie. I hear you’ve come in for a check-up.”

She gave the doctor a nervous look. “I have, Doctor. But . . . is it usual to conduct an examination in a bedroom?”

“It’s not your job to ask questions, young lady.” Jameson gave her a stern look. “I have put a sheet down to catch any . . . bodily fluids. So you can be assured that it is sterile.”

Uh. It was?

He reached into his doctor’s bag and drew out two gloves. She glanced over at Ian and then at Jack. Ian was leaning against the wall, dressed in pants and a T-shirt. While Jack was sitting in a chair by the bed.

Wearing just gray tracksuit bottoms.

Lord help her now.

“Now, Miss Maggie. I’m given to understand that you have been having . . . urges. And that the physical response of your body to these urges is alarming your guardian.” He nodded to Ian.

“Oh, um. Yes.” She had a feeling she wasn’t very good at this role play. But no one said anything. In fact, Jack looked like he was about ready to burst with excitement. “Who is he?” She pointed at Jack.

“Miss Maggie.” The doctor shook his head. “It is very rude to point.” He turned to Ian. “Have you been noticing a lapse in her manners with these urges?”

“I have,” Ian replied.

What? That was so mean.

“That’s what I was afraid of. We might need to do some deep exploratory work to uncover what is going on.”

Oh. Um. Okay.

“Jack is my assistant. He will be helping me today. Also, I should inform you that if you need to use your safeword, you can at any stage.”

He said it in the same tone of voice. And of course, she knew she could. That they would never push her for more than she was willing to give. But she felt better for hearing Jameson say that.

“Are you ready to proceed?” Jameson asked.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir, or yes, Doctor,” he said.

“Yes, Doctor.”

“Good girl.”

The praise went straight to her pussy. It was the most bizarre thing but those words seemed to have a direct line to her clit.

“My assistant is now going to help you strip and lie down on the bed.”

Holy moly.

Jack got up and walked over, his chest on display. Her mouth watered with the need to kiss him, touch him, lick him.

He winked at her, putting her at ease before he started stripping every item of clothing off her.

They’d been back in Escana for three months now. And things had fallen into their own rhythm. She helped Uncle Willy with his photos. Sometimes he went away with the queen and kings and she’d even gone a few times. But only if Ian or Jack went with her.

Pippa and the princes had decided to have some wedding photos taken that they’d released to the world. But there had been no big wedding, no outside guests. And honestly, Pippa had looked so relieved. And happy.

Poor Vivi was still suffering from morning sickness. Oh, and from being smothered by Wolfe. That man had Ian beat for fussing and worrying.

The guys were all getting on well. It was like they’d never been apart. They worked as a team. And she loved it.

Loved them.

She hadn’t heard from her family. And it was frankly a relief, even if it sometimes made her sad.

“I can see you have zoned out on us, Miss Maggie. We will need to do something to bring you back into the present. Assistant Jack, please suck on her nipples.”

What?

She glanced down at herself. Shoot. She was completely naked. Jack worked fast.

He cupped a breast in each hand, then leaned down and took her right nipple into his mouth.

Maggie let out a low moan. With his other hand, he played with her other nipple, tugging on it lightly. Then he moved his mouth to her left nipple to give it the same treatment.

Jameson came over and took hold of her wrist, placing two fingers over her pulse point while staring at his watch. “Elevated heart rate and just from having her nipples sucked. I see what you’re talking about,” he said to Ian, who nodded.

“I bet her pussy is already slick and her clit swollen,” Ian said.

Whoa. What?

“Assistant, please help her lie down on the bed. You know what position to get her into.”

Jack stepped away and she whined, wanting his mouth and fingers back on her nipples.

“Very needy. Interesting.”

It was?

Jack led her to the bed and arranged her so her ass was at the edge of the bed as she lay on her back. He put her feet up so they sat on the mattress and her legs were spread wide.

Wow. Ian had to be getting a great view of her pussy.

“Miss Maggie is very flushed. I think she might be overheating. We may need to take her temperature. Assistant, please put a tiny bit of lube on this anal thermometer.”

“What?” she cried, closing her legs.

“Were you given leave to close your legs?” Ian asked sternly.

“N-no, Sir.”

“Then you will open them immediately, naughty girl,” Ian told her.

She’d known this might happen. Jameson had gone through the scene with her beforehand with a list of possibilities of what he might do. And she’d liked them all. But somehow, when faced with it, she felt more nervous.

She parted her legs as Ian walked over. He gave her a stern look before he delivered a smack to her pussy. She cried out in pain, which quickly morphed into pleasure.

Monkeyballs.

“Hmm, it seems that Miss Maggie likes her pussy being slapped. Even when she’s been naughty. I don’t know what the fuss is, it’s not as though the thermometer is even that thick. We’re going to be putting far thicker things into your ass in this examination.”

Yikes.

That was slightly terrifying.

“Lie on your side, facing away from my assistant, Miss Maggie. And curl your legs up to your chest.”

Her face flamed as she knew her bottom and pussy were on full display.

Guess it’s nothing they haven’t seen before.

“Assistant Jack, could you please part the patient’s ass cheeks for me so I can see her hole more easily?”

She let out a small noise of disbelief. Did he really need to ask for assistance? To see her hole better? Seriously?

But she couldn’t deny that every word was turning her on more. This was better than any book she’d ever read, that was for sure.

The thermometer was pushed slowly into her bum.

“Very good. She’s obviously been stretched back here. Did you do that, Mr. Blackstone?”

“Of course,” Ian replied. “She’s been stretched daily.”

“Very good. That saves me a lot of time. And I can do a nice, deep examination of her ass.”

What now?

“I need to find the spot where I can situate the thermometer.” It was pulled nearly fully out before being pushed back in. Then again.

She squirmed, her clit throbbing.

“You will stay still, Miss Maggie,” Jameson said sternly. “Or I shall instruct your guardian to punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Doctor. I’m sorry.”

“She really has no control over her bodily urges,” Jameson said. “It’s good you brought her in to see me, Mr. Blackstone.”

“If anyone can help her, it’s you, Doctor,” Ian said without a hint of laughter in his voice.

It was like this was real.

And she loved it.

“Ahh. Here we are. Assistant, start a five-minute timer, please.”

Five minutes? Surely it could be taken out now?

“If that thermometer slips from your ass, Miss Maggie, it will be a punishment for you, then ten minutes.”

She could hear Ian and Jameson talking quietly. She concentrated on breathing.

“All right, baby?” Jack whispered.

“Green,” she replied.

“Good girl, because this is hot as fuck. I never had an interest in medical kink. But I’m thinking of getting into it.”

Dear. Lord.

“Or maybe even more role-play. Naughty kitten and the Professor. Yeah, I could get into that. Or alien and kidnapped human. I wouldn’t mind probing you.”

Dying. She was dying.

But some of the tension she hadn’t even realized was there leaked from her body.

Jack always understood her better than she understood herself.

The timer went off and Jameson returned. “Good. Let’s take this out. Hmm. It’s a tad high. We definitely need to do some more exploring. Assistant, please help Miss Maggie to sit up.”

Jack helped her sit, putting his hand on her back as she felt slightly dizzy.

Jameson crouched. “Breathe. In. Out.”

She took a slow breath in. Then out.

“Are you good to continue?”

“Yes, Sir. Green. It’s just . . . overwhelming.”

“Good girl.” He slowed things down slightly, though. Checking her mouth and throat, ears, feeling her glands.

“Very good. All seems healthy, Mr. Blackstone. We’ll check her gag reflex in a moment.”

“Ooh, I can help with that,” Jack said.

Jameson nodded. “First, I need you to get her nipples nice and wet and hard.”

Jameson stepped back, and both he and Ian watched as Jack kneeled down between her legs and sucked on her nipples again.

Wow. He was taking Jameson’s instructions seriously. Sucking. Licking. Biting gently.

By the time he finished, she was moaning quietly, her legs trying to press together to find some friction.

She sucked in shallow breaths. But nothing helped the arousal flooding her.

“Very good,” Jameson said as Jack moved back to his chair. “Her nipples are obviously sensitive and she finds them being sucked arousing.”

Jeez. Did he not know this?

“Lie back into position, Miss Maggie. I wish to see how nipple play has affected the rest of your body.”

She lay back and Jack helped position her legs so her knees were bent, her feet flat on the mattress.

“I see there is a wet patch on the sheet. Interesting,” Jameson said.

Oh God. Was there? She tried to reach down and feel it, even though she couldn’t reach that far.

“Miss Maggie, you will keep your arms above your head,” Jameson said sternly.

“Sorry, Doctor.” She knew they wouldn’t restrain her. Having to hold her arms up herself was a kind of torture in itself, though.

“If you move them again, there will be punishment,” Jameson warned.

“I apologize that she’s being so troublesome,” Ian said. “I can promise you that when we get home, she will be thoroughly punished.”

A squeak escaped her.

“How do you like to punish her naughtiness?” Jameson asked.

“I find a good over-the-knee spanking does wonders for her attitude. But sometimes she needs more. A paddle. Denied orgasm.”

“Very good. You can also try a nice fat plug in her ass,” Jameson suggested.

Dear. Lord.

Was this meant to turn her on more? It didn’t help that Jack was idly playing with her nipples as they talked. It was like he wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing. He was just plucking at them, then running his finger over them as he listened to Jameson and Ian.

Somehow, that made it even more arousing.

There was no hope for her.

Suddenly, he pinched one nipple and she let out a squeal, reaching down to smack his hand.

Uh-oh.

All three men stared at her. Jameson and Ian were stern. And Jack was . . . oh my God.

“You did that on purpose!” she cried at Jack.

He wanted her to get punished. That was so mean.

“Miss Maggie, you will refrain from speaking to my assistant in that tone,” Jameson said sternly. “I’m not sure what you think he has done, but he is a professional. Mr. Blackstone, I’m afraid I can’t continue this examination if she is going to misbehave.”

“I will take care of this.” Ian stepped forward. Reaching down, he drew her onto her feet.

Then he sat on the end of the bed and placed her over his lap. “I warned you about misbehaving, young lady.”

He started spanking her as the other two watched.

It wasn’t like it hadn’t happened before. But this felt different. More.

She kicked her feet. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’ll be good.”

He continued to spank her until her bottom was hot.

Then he lifted her so she straddled his lap. She leaned into his chest as he rubbed her back.

“Very good. She responds well to punishment,” Jameson said. “And aftercare is always important.”

Ian snuck a kiss onto her cheek. “All right, Little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered back.

He moved her into position and Jameson moved a stool to the bottom of the bed, between her legs. “I’m going to examine her pussy now. Assistant, please take notes.”

“Certainly.”

She glanced over to find Jack had a tablet in his hand. Was he really going to take notes?

“Soaked,” Jameson muttered as he drew her lips apart. He ran his fingers over her outer lips, then her inner ones. “Everything looks beautiful and healthy. She’s very turned on, though. She might need these examinations on a more regular basis.”

“I will see to it,” Ian replied.

She clasped her fingers together to keep from reaching down and demanding Jameson did something about her arousal.

He fingered her clit and she moaned. “Her clitoris is swollen and very sensitive.” He continued to play with it as her body shook. She needed to come so badly.

“Please,” she cried.

He immediately removed his finger.

So. Mean.

“Now, for the invasive part of our examination.” He slid one finger inside her before adding another. “Takes two fingers easily. Everything feels excellent. We just need to find that spot.”

He thrust his fingers in and out of her pussy, making her back arch and her legs close.

Smack!

Her eyes opened and she gaped up at Jameson in shock as her thigh stung.

“I think we might need some help restraining you. If the two of you could each take a leg and press it back, that would make this easier.”

Both Ian and Jack moved to either side of her and grabbed a leg, drawing it back.

And exposing her completely.

“If this makes you uncomfortable or if you start to feel scared, say your safeword and it stops,” Ian whispered.

She tested her feelings, but found she wasn’t scared at all.

“I trust you,” she whispered back. “Green.”

“Very good. Let me just search for that spot.” Jameson moved his fingers in and out of her pussy. They made a slight sucking noise which was kind of embarrassing. But then he found that spot.

And all she cared about was coming.

She moaned.

“There it is. Very good. Her pussy is very healthy and gorgeous. I just need to do a taste test.” He drew his fingers out and sucked them. “That’s not quite enough.”

To her surprise, he leaned in and licked along her pussy. Then he pressed his tongue deep inside her. Maggie groaned. It was so hot. But she needed more.

“Please, please.”

Jameson sat back and licked his lips. “She tastes delicious.”

“Damn, I want to taste,” Jack muttered, licking his lips.

Jameson pulled out some lube and coated two fingers. “Now, to examine her ass.”

Eek.

He widened her ass cheeks and ran a finger over her puckered hole. She clenched.

“Relax, Miss Maggie,” Jameson said sternly. “My fingers are going in your bottom. And they won’t be the only thing. We need to be very thorough. Now, breathe in. Then out.”

He slid one finger into her bottom at the same time as his other hand cupped her mound.

In and out.

Oh God. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

Another finger stretched her. She needed more.

“Very good. Very responsive.” He used the thumb of his free hand to flick her clit. She could feel her orgasm building.

“Please! Please, may I come!”

He drove two fingers of his other hand into her pussy, moving them in tandem with the ones in her ass.

“Assistant, touch her clit. It’s time for her to come.”

Thank God. Jack shifted his hold on her and flicked her clit with his thumb. She came with a scream, her entire body arching. She felt like she would have floated right off the bed if she wasn’t being held down. She was barely aware of Jameson removing his fingers. Of their soft words of praise. A blanket was placed around her, tight and secure. It helped her feel safe. Grounded. Especially when three bodies pressed around her.

Opening her eyes, she stared into three sets of concerned eyes.

“Precious girl? Are you all right?” Jameson asked. “Was it too much?”

She licked her lips. “Yummy.”

Ian rolled away and grabbed something. A baby bottle filled with water. She tried to reach for it but she was wrapped up like a burrito. So he gave it to her. She sucked down the water; she hadn’t realized she was so thirsty.

“You did so well. I’m so proud of you,” Jameson told her.

Frowning, she turned her face away from the bottle, ignoring Ian’s grumble. “We’re not stopping, though, right?”

“You want to keep going?” Jameson asked.

“Please. We can’t stop now.”

Jameson looked at the other two, who nodded back.

Jameson stood as Jack removed the blanket. “Miss Maggie, that was very informative. But we need to do a deeper exploration, I’m afraid.”

“Yes, Doctor,” she said meekly.

“Next, we’ll check your gag reflex. Assistant, if you could, please get ready. Miss Maggie, get on your knees. Knees as far apart as you can on the pillow.” Jameson put a pillow on the floor as Jack stripped naked. She stared up at his thick erection.

“Miss Maggie, open your mouth, tongue out. Very good. Now, my assistant is going to fuck your mouth.”

He didn’t immediately thrust his dick inside her mouth. It was more of a long, slow glide.

“Good. Now, more,” Jameson said.

Jack moved faster, setting the pace. She hummed in excitement. Especially as Jameson kneeled behind her, cupping her breasts and playing with her nipples. Then his hand moved behind her and he drove two fingers into her pussy.

She moaned.

“Fuck, her mouth feels so good,” Jack said.

“That’s good to know. Her pussy is reacting well. It’s time to move to a deeper examination. Mr. Blackstone, get on your back on the bed. Assistant, help Miss Maggie into position. I want his dick deep in her pussy.”

She sucked in a breath, feeling shaky as Jack lifted her up and over Ian, who was naked and lying on his back on the bed. Ian took hold of her, guiding her down onto his thick cock as he took her mouth with his. “Good girl.”

There was a squirting noise before Jameson crawled onto the bed behind her. His fingers slid slowly into her back hole, pushing in and out. “Are you ready, Miss Maggie? This is vital to your examination, but we can stretch you more if needed.”

No, no, no.

“I’m ready, Doctor.”

She thought she heard him mutter, bloody brilliant. But then his dick was slowly entering her. For a start it was almost too much and she was close to saying her safeword. But they gave her time to get used to the sensation. No one was moving and all of them were breathing heavily.

Then Jack slid his hand between her and Ian and rubbed her clit. Her arousal grew and she knew she needed them to move.

“Please! Please!”

Jack withdrew his hand as Jameson guided the rhythm, pulling out as Ian thrust in. Jack kneeled next to them, running his hand up and down his thick cock.

“Please,” she begged.

“Assistant, gag her with your cock.”

“Gladly.” Jack grinned down at her. “Baby, if you need to stop, tap my thigh. Understand?”

“Yes!”

Then her mouth was full of dick. She had all of them. And it was utter perfection. They drove into her and she couldn’t keep track of all the sensations racing through her. Need. Arousal. Hunger.

Pure delight.

She came, clenching down on the two men, Jack pulling back as she rode the wave of her pleasure. Jameson thrust deep, groaning his own release as Jack pushed back into her.

It wasn’t long before Ian gave a hoarse shout, and then Jack came down her throat.

She collapsed. Spent. Done. Stick a fork in her.

The men fussed around her, cleaning her up, wrapping her in that same blanket before they all cuddled close.

“How was that, precious girl?” Jameson asked, brushing her hair back off her face.

“Amazing. I want more. Just not right now.”

Jack let out a bark of laughter. “Thank God for that. I’m so spent I don’t think I can get it up for at least another hour.”

She giggled as Ian wiped her face with a warm cloth. Then he gave her some more water from her bottle.

“I love you guys, thanks for giving that to me.”

“Anytime, precious girl.” Jameson smiled down at her.

“You know . . . I think I’m going to keep you guys.”

“Is that so?” Ian drawled.

“Uh-huh. I’m going to keep you. I licked you. You’re all mine. Forever.”