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Eliza

When we get home, I go upstairs and change into an oversized shirt and knit shorts before I go down to the kitchen and start dinner.

I decide on blackened chicken Alfredo with homemade sauce and a Caesar salad with homemade dressing.

I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but I never got a chance to cook what I like with Troy.

He was always commenting about the number of calories and how I didn’t need to get fatter.

I am choosing to do everything he hated.

I’m going to eat the food he said would make me fat and I’ll wear the clothes he made fun of me for wearing.

I will live my life in spite of him, and I’m going to be happy.

Once I have music playing, I focus on cooking and block out the world. I know the guys are in here watching me, but I don’t pay them any attention. By the time I am plating food, arms wrap around my waist and a gentle kiss lands on my neck. “It looks incredible, Liza,” Calder says sweetly.

“I hope you like it,” I say, turning to face him.

“Go sit down. I’ll bring the plates,” he says, kissing me again.

“This is nice,” I say. “The affection. I didn’t realize how much I needed it.”

“Good. There is a lot more coming your way, Kitten,” he says with a warm smile.

When I step past him, I go to walk past Julian, but he hooks his arm around my waist and pulls me in front of him.

His hand comes up to cup my cheek, and I can see it on his face that he wants to kiss me.

He’s trying, but he’s scared. I smile softly before going up on my tiptoes and gently kissing him.

“Thank you,” he says quietly, kissing me a second time.

When I sit down at the dining room table, Calder sets my plate in front of me before they take a seat at the table too.

For a while we eat in silence, and I can tell they’re enjoying their meal based on hardly breathing between bites.

They glance up at me occasionally to grin but say nothing.

When they sit back and push their empty plates away.

“Enjoy it?” I ask, taking a bite of my salad.

“That was incredible. I’m going to need you to cook more often,” Julian says happily.

“Why, is it the woman’s job to cook?” I ask.

“What? No. Liza, no. I just…”

“I’m kidding,” I laugh. “I like cooking. I didn’t do it often because Troy spent more time calling me fat and judging me than eating.”

“I’m sorry if I…”

“Juli,” I say softly. “I know you know what a joke is. You don’t have to walk on eggshells. Tell me to shut the fuck up and kiss me if I argue. It’s okay.”

“You’re right,” he sighs.

I stand and gather the plates after I take my last bite and walk them to the kitchen. As I start washing everything, Calder steps behind me and places his hands on the counter to either side of me. “What’s up?” I ask.

“I’m warning you because I think it’s only right,” he says. “You have two options. I can bend you over this counter and fuck you to tears, or you can come upstairs where I can still fuck you to tears, but you can play with Julian, too.”

“Such a good boy doing your homework for Ryan,” I muse. When he smacks my ass, I squeal and push my hips back on him.

“Go upstairs, get undressed, and put Julian where you want him.”

“Are you going to fuck your best friend?” I ask.

“Unless you think he has earned more,” Calder says. “I’ll help you dominate him. Go.”

“Yes, sir,” I giggle. I turn, and he steps back. I grin at Julian, and he chuckles softly. “Come on, Juli.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says coolly.

Julian and I go upstairs, and I do what I am told by getting undressed before turning to Julian. “You look nervous,” Julian remarks as he looks over my body.

“I don’t know how to dominate. I don’t want to mess it up,” I say.

“Baby steps,” he says. “What do you want me to do?”

“Get undressed,” I say. He keeps a smirk on his face as he does what I told him to do.

“Now what, Kitten?”

“Sit on the end of the bed,” I tell him. He does, and him listening to my every command feels… powerful.

“My cute little Domme,” Calder says when he walks into the room. “Okay. First, I want you to set your expectations for Julian, and then you and I are going to talk.”

“I don’t know what to do,” I say.

“Okay. Do you want him to come?”

“Not until later,” I say. “When you are done with me, I’ll let him.”

“Okay. So, no touching himself. If he does, he gets punished.”

“Okay,” I smile at Julian. “Watch, but don’t touch me or yourself.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Julian says. He has an amused expression on his face but is content. He is comfortable with me leading because I am only doing what I want done, which gives him confidence that he won’t hurt me.

“Good girl. Now, get on your knees, Kitten,” Calder says.

I turn and sink down to my knees and sit back on my heels to look up at him.

I am sitting up straight, which pushes my breasts out, and Calder’s eyes travel across my chest and settle between my thighs.

I have them spread slightly, exposing myself, and he looks feral as he takes in every inch of my body.

“Okay. So, I have been thinking, and I think that you deserve to see everything I have to offer right away. This means I am going to push boundaries and maybe even make you call your safe word. It is very important that you communicate with me if you are uncomfortable.”

“Yes, sir,” I say softly.

“Any questions?”

“No, sir.”

Calder keeps his eyes on me as he takes his clothes off little by little.

When he is naked and his cock is exposed, I lick my lips in anticipation.

He steps closer to me before grabbing a fistful of my hair and pulling my head back.

“Open up, Kitten. I want to see how pretty you choke,” Calder rumbles.

I open my mouth and extend my tongue. I peer up at him, and he looks feral as he guides his cock to the back of my throat. He keeps pushing deeper until my eyes water before drawing out.

“Color?”

“Green, sir,” I pant.

“Good girl. I am going to restrain your wrists, and you won’t be able to call it in the moment, but I will take frequent breaks to check in. Okay?”

“Thank you, sir,” I purr.

“Wrists.”

I offer my hands, and he crosses my wrists behind my head before shoving to the back of my throat. This time he starts violently fucking my mouth so hard and fast that I gag violently and instantly fight him. “Fuck, Kitten,” Calder grunts before pulling out of my mouth. “Color?”

“Green.”

He pushes deep again and resumes his damn near abusive thrusts. He goes for just long enough that I am nearly at my limit, but then he pulls out of my mouth and repeats, “Color?”

“Green,” I gasp.

He begins again and pushes me further. I have saliva all over my chin, neck, and chest. I look like a hot mess, but I love it so much. My pussy is aching to be abused like my throat is.

When he pulls out again, he yanks my head back and smiles at me. “Stand in front of Julian and put your hands on the bed beside him.”

“Yes, sir,” I pant. When I stand, he stops me and uses a towel to clean me up. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Kitten,” he says with a warm smile. I turn to Julian, and he looks like he is struggling. I smile wickedly at him as I bend and place my hands on the bed beside his thighs.

“Color?” Calder asks.

“Green,” I say as he moves my feet apart.

“If you plan on playing with him, wait until after I start,” he says.

“Oka…” I start to say, but a scream rips from my throat when he grabs my hips and slams into my pussy. “Fuck! That hurts!”

“Goddamn, you are so tight,” Calder grunts as he fucks me hard and deep. I grab Julian’s hands and pin them under my weight before taking his cock down my throat.

“Fuuuuck,” Julian moans. I am moaning loudly as Calder rails into me.

I take Julian as deep as I can and suck him hard as I bob my head.

I focus the pain of the cock slamming into me on Julian and quickly drag him into an orgasm.

I don’t stop as I swallow every drop of him.

His moans are ragged, and it doesn’t take long to pull another orgasm to the surface.

His body is trembling, and I am nearly sobbing as Calder fucks me.

My belly aches, and the pain intensifies with every brutal thrust. Eventually, after I have made Julian come again, I pull back and lay my head on his lap.

When I release his wrists, they move me to straddle Julian’s body, so I am laying on his chest, and Calder fucks me harder.

Julian is stroking my hair and rubbing my back, comforting me as I sob through orgasms.

“Yellow,” I whimper. “Fuck, it hurts.”

“God, I’m so close,” Calder groans. I hold my breath and push my hips back to meet his force and whimper every time he bottoms out.

This only makes him fuck me harder, but his pace falters, and I can feel his cock throb inside of me.

Another orgasm tears out of me as I reach my limit, and by the grace of whatever God is out there, Calder moans my name as he fucks his come into me.

I am so overstimulated that when Julian rolls us to my side, I start openly sobbing into near hysteria. Calder cleans me before Julian positions us so he can hold me against his chest. Calder lies behind me, and they both soothe me through this moment.

“You did so well, Liza. We are so fucking proud of you,” Calder says softly. “What can we do for you?”

“I was mean to Juli,” I sniffle, and Julian laughs.

“Kitten, you weren’t mean. Mean would be not stopping until Calder did,” Julian says. “You did amazing with both of us.”

“I’m not cut out to dominate, Juli. I’m going to need you to do that for me too,” I say as I roll to face him.

“That was the most incredible feeling. The drop was… harsh, but the euphoric feeling it leaves behind is unbelievably satisfying… I want that with you. I want to hear your praise after fucking me to tears. What can I do to reassure you that I want this?”

“Seeing that and seeing how well you did helped,” he says. “How about this? I will slowly start trying to take over, but just be patient with me. I’ll get there.”

“Okay,” I say sweetly and snuggle against his chest.

“Ready to go again?” Calder asks, smacking my ass.

“No!” I say loudly, and both men chuckle.

“Sleep, baby. You need rest,” Calder says, moving closer and kissing my back.