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Zoriah

One Week Later

After my drinking binge, Roman got rid of all the alcohol in the house.

Mostly so I wouldn’t do it again, but also because he didn’t want anyone drinking.

I woke up halfway through the night and proceeded to violently throw up for the next four hours while Ben and Roman took turns caring for me.

I ended up falling asleep in Ben’s lap as he sat on the bathroom floor.

The next day, I was forced to get up and go to work with a hangover. That was the real punishment.

The morning after that, Roman put me on my knees and throat-fucked me almost to the point of throwing up again.

I handled it a lot better, and I am proud of myself for that.

Every time he does it, I get better and better.

He has fucked my throat all over this house, in the car, and in our office.

I fucking love being on my knees serving him.

Ben is eager to watch but is still cautious despite having consent.

We had a sober conversation to confirm everything, but we haven’t set what this dynamic really means and what the rules are.

I want to hand over complete control to them as a total power exchange, but I know there are rules that need to be set by all of us.

When we find Huxley, we will discuss it more.

“Got everything packed?” Ben asks me as he kisses my shoulder. I turned and smiled at him. “Are you ever going to do more than just kiss my shoulder, Ben?”

“Why?” he asks with a smile.

“Ohhhh. Are you submissive? I can definitely peg you instead,” I say. He grabs my face and suddenly kisses me hard.

“You are a pain in my ass,” Ben says when he pulls away.

“Yeah, well, I want you to be a pain in my throat, but you’re afraid of me,” I say.

“On your knees,” he says.

“Make me,” I smile. I squeal when he grabs me by the hair and slings me to the bed. I go to sit up, but he moves me so that my head dangles off the bed. Roman grabs my hands and pulls them to my sides as Ben pulls his dick free. I open my mouth, and he pushes to the back of my throat.

Ben wraps his hands around the back of my neck to support my head as he starts to pound into me.

Roman puts my hands on my pelvis to press my hips into the bed while still keeping hold of my arms. The pressure does something to me, and I moan around his cock.

Roman releases me, but I quickly grab his hands and put them on my hips, needing more of whatever that was.

He is hesitant, but after a second, he presses his thumbs into the bends of my hips.

My whole body stiffens as I moan louder, the vibrations making Ben groan.

I move my hands to the back of Ben’s thighs as he quickens his pace and fucks my mouth harder.

I feel the pressure building, and panic comes up with it. I focus all of my energy on sucking Ben as hard as I can instead of the fear that goes along with my impending orgasm. I am crying by the time Ben starts to fall, and I hope I’ll come first, but I don’t.

Ben pushes to the back of my throat, and I drink him down as he comes.

When he pulls out of my mouth, he immediately leans down and takes my face between his hands.

I arch off the bed and moan loudly when Roman moves his thumbs in small circles as he digs into the bend of my hips.

“Please, don’t stop,” I say tearfully. “Please.”

“What do you need, Marigold?” Ben asks softly.

“Just talk to me. Don’t let me move,” I say tearfully. He moves my arms so that my wrists are behind my head so he can turn my upper body to look at him as Roman moves to straddle my legs, not letting up on my hips.

“You are doing so well, Riah,” Roman says gently. “How does it feel?”

“Good. So good,” I moan. “W-What are you d-doing to me?”

“It’s just a pressure point, love. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” I say. “Fuck… Rome… Can you…”

“Can I what, Zoriah? Tell me.”

“Can you... Fuck. I can’t say it,” I complain. He eases up on the pressure, and I whine, wanting to come.

“Say it,” Roman says.

“I want to come. Please make me come,” I beg.

“How?” he asks.

“M-Mouth. Your mouth,” I stammer, forcing myself to say it.

Roman pulls my pants off and spreads my thighs.

He drops his head and slowly drags his tongue across my clit, and I groan as my entire body relaxes.

“Oh, that’s good, Rome,” I moan as he explores with his tongue.

He starts gently sucking on my clit, and it makes my eyes roll back and my back arch.

“F-Fuck,” I moan loudly. “That. Oh my God, that’s good. ”

Roman wraps his arms around my thighs and growls as he pulls me closer. Ben lets my hands go, and I rest them on his head as Ben forces me to look at him.

“You are doing good, Zoriah. We are so proud of you,” Ben says softly, stroking my cheek.

“I want to come so badly,” I say tearfully but through moans. “I’m scared. Fuck, that’s good.”

“Nothing to be scared of, sweetheart. We are right here,” Ben tells me. “It feels good, yeah?”

“Mhmm,” I whimper. “So good.”

“Relax then, pretty girl. Let him eat that pretty pussy,” he says, speaking softly. “How can we help?”

“I feel trapped laying down,” I groan.

I gasp loudly when Roman abruptly rolls and pulls me on top of him. I have my knees to either side of his head, and he has his arms banded tightly around my thighs to pull me down on his mouth.

I let my head fall back, and I instantly relax, no longer feeling trapped. Ben grabs me by the throat and kisses me. When he pulls back, he keeps his hand where it is but smiles at me. “Good girl, Zoriah. Look at you… Riding his face. Does that feel better?”

“Yes,” I pant. “God, I want to come.”

“Baby, God isn’t here right now,” Ben smiles wickedly and tightens his grip on my throat. “It’s time to come for us, Riah. You can do it.”

I start rocking my hips, and moans pour out of me when he sucks harder, and my movements cause a tugging sensation.

I rock my hips harder until I am grinding my pussy on his face, desperately trying to find my release.

“Our sinful little slut,” Ben says sweetly.

“If not for God, come for all the demons that lurk, Riah. Show them who owns you.”

“Fuck, I want it. I want it so bad,” I mutter as I continue rocking my hips.

“Who owns you, Riah?” Ben asks.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” I say as I start to panic again.

“Who, Zoriah? Tell me.”

“Roman,” I moan. “You… Huxley.”

“Good girl. Who are you coming for, Riah? It’s not God, baby. Who is it?”

“My masters,” I moan. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

“Then come for your masters, Riah. Give it to us,” he coaxes, trying to get me to relax. I put my hand on top of his, and he instantly tightens his grip to the point that I can’t breathe. My eyes roll back, and I start to fall.

“We own you, Zoriah. Every fucking orgasm belongs to us. Not God. Us. Never cry out for God again. He isn’t the one tasting this sweet little cunt… Come for your masters, Riah. Give it up,” Ben says in a low and gritty tone.

Everything finally breaks free, and I come hard, bringing my arousal flooding out of me.

Roman drinks from me and doesn’t stop until my body goes limp and Ben releases his grip.

Laying on my back again, emotions slam down on me.

I cover my face with my hands as I start to cry again, and they both come over to lie with me.

Roman pulls my hands away and wipes my tears before softly kissing me.

“I am so fucking proud of you, Zoriah. You hear me? You did so well.”

“Thank you,” I say quietly. “Both of you… for being so patient with me.”

“We will still let you come to us for every step of this. We go as fast or as slow as you want, okay?” Roman asks.

“Yeah,” I sniff.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can go. We need to leave soon,” he says.

“Okay,” I smile and kiss him this time.

We get seated in first class, and I have a seat by the window. We are flying to Los Angeles for a huge meeting that will span over three days. We are going in a day early so that we don’t have to rush tomorrow. That will give us time to relax for a moment before being swamped with work.

I feel like I am floating on a cloud after having an orgasm.

I suddenly see the world differently, and I think this is simply because I am learning how to navigate through my trauma.

The thought of having an orgasm after being forced to have countless of them over a three-day period was terrifying.

Now that I’m there, I want everything. I want to finally give myself to my men in their entirety.

From day-to-day life to all things sexual.

I want to give up control. I don’t know why, but it’s so freeing to not have to think about it.

I trust them with everything, so I know they will keep going where I should be.

I know there are rules, but that’s okay.

Rules give me structure, and I need structure, without it, I feel lost.

I stare out of the window, thinking of what I will say. I am excited to tell him but even more excited to see what he will do. That means when we get back, I can take both of them.

We’ve been working diligently to try and find where the cult went to, but they are radio silent. The cops know everything after I wrote my statement weeks ago, but they haven’t reached out like we hoped they would. I am trying to be patient, but it’s hard. I miss Huxley.

“Wine?” the flight attendant asks as she stops beside us. I open my mouth to say yes, but Roman speaks up.

“No, thank you,” he says kindly. “Can we get water?”

“Yes, sir,” she smiles.

“Hey. I wanted wine,” I frown.

“No alcohol includes wine, mi amor,” he says, kissing my hand. “You understand why, right?”

“I know. I know. I’m susceptible to alcoholism,” I sigh.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says. “I don’t do anything without reason.”

“Do I have other rules?” I ask.

“Do you want more rules?”

“I do,” I say.

“Why?”

“Because I feel better with structure. I feel out of control when I have to make my own decisions. I can do it, and I am certainly not dependent on anyone, but knowing you’ll keep me safe makes me feel more comfortable handing over control.”

“To what extent?” he asks.

“Completely,” I say. “Total power exchange. You, Ben, and eventually Huxley will have complete control… I don’t want to be treated like a child, and I definitely don’t want to be punished like one, but I do want the guidance.

I want the repercussions of not following the rules, but appropriately matched to the rules broken.

I won’t write lines or sit in time-out. That feels like something you would punish a child with. I am a brat, not a child.”

“It’s not just for littles,” he says. “And I can be a caretaker without being a daddy dom.”

“Right, so I want rules. I want structure, but most importantly, I want to give up my right to a safe word.”

“That is major. You know that, right?” he asks.

“I know. I have thought about it a lot over the last month, and I think that is how I want to cope. In the times that you have been in control of something, I feel the most stable. When I don’t have to think about anything and I just hand everything over to you, I feel better.

I trust you, Ben, and Huxley without any hesitation.

I might be a brat, and I might push back sometimes, but I want the control. I want stability,” I say.

“Okay,” he says. “Limits?”

“No cuts. Only open-hand hits. No other people besides you, Ben, and Huxley. No other woman. No porn, strip clubs, or masturbating unless done together,” I say.

“As far as punishments, I refuse to write lines. I don’t want to be denied affection or connection.

No silent treatment. I expect that if I raise an issue with something that is going on, that I am listened to.

I want to hand over control completely, but that does not mean I want to be treated like shit or be someone’s slave.

I also want the power to revoke this at any time, so I do not want a safe word as far as anything sexual goes, but I think one as far as discussing the dynamic and limits would be good.

I am still learning. Of course, this is with the understanding that if I use that word frivolously or to be a brat, it still stands. ”

“Okay,” he smiles. “Pick a word.”

“Apricot,” I say.

“Okay. Unless you say “apricot”, we have control,” Roman says. “I have talked with Ben and Corbin about this because Ben and I felt you were going toward TPE. So, the rules I list are from both of us but extend to Corbin if we are not around. Okay?”

“Okay,” I smile.

“First, you never have to ask to use the restroom or to handle basic needs, like eating or drinking. Just let us know if we are in public so someone can walk with you to the bathroom. You do not have to ask to speak, and you can talk freely as long as it is respectful. If you are upset, talk to us. Do not yell. Not communicating will result in a punishment of some sort. Tell us where you are going if you leave our side while in public. Right now, though, you are to never leave our side. Ever. We will walk with you and check the bathrooms in public. If we tell you to do something, do it without question. Afterwards, we can discuss it. If it triggers you or you feel like it might, speak up immediately, but respectfully. No drinking alcohol ever for any reason. No smoking or doing drugs. We will add and adjust things as time goes on, so we expect you to talk to us freely about any issues you have. Sexually, you do as we say no matter what. We can discuss after if there were any issues.”

“Yes, sir,” I smile.

“Where do you lie with consent?” he asks.

“I give you full consent,” I say.

“Okay,” he smiles. “Relax and enjoy the flight. We have all day to ourselves.”

Roman gently kisses me before returning to his book. I pull mine out and start reading to pass the time.