Page 22 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

She wasn’t the only one who needed a return ticket. I floated blissfully in top space, reticent to let go just yet and come back to earth either. My body felt boneless and lax. My mind was the clearest I’d felt in ages. I needed to take my advice more than I did. Sure the sex for Ryker clearly unstopped his artistic rut, but I too felt oddly serene. Better than I’d felt in months.

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I couldn’t concentrate.Chantilly sat across from me, sipping her super complicated latte going on and on and about her life at her father’s suit shop. Every time she mentioned suits, I thought of Ryker in one of his custom jobs, looking devilishly handsome.

Despite telling myself and the men that we were strictly sexual and only at the club, that obviously went to hell. With Ryker being the artist for my biggest client I saw him more than frequently. Him and Obi. Like every damn day.

Inspiration my left foot. Their inspiration was tracking me down wherever I was in the hotel, regardless of what supplier I was arguing with, or coworker I worked with on balancing a room. None of it mattered when the two of them found inspiration in doing something dirty.

“Are you even listening to me?” Chantilly pulled me out of my musings, with her snippy tone. “You knowI’mthe one that introduced you to those men. You should thank me you are so thoroughly dicked that you haven’t seen yourbest friendin nearly two weeks and now you’re ignoring her as she pours her heart out.”

And what a delicious two weeks it had been. I couldn’t help but squirm. The moment I did,Corkyreminded me of all the dirty things the three of us had done the night before.

“Look at all that cum.” Ryker ran his fingers through my folds. “You would think after sucking us bone dry with that magic cunt of yours for the last two weeks that we wouldn’t have anything left to give you.”

“All that baby juice.” Armel joined Ryker’s finger, collecting the cum draining out of me and pushing it back in. “Good thing you bought Corky. The best wingman.”

“It’s like the three of us are walking around all day with you, pushing our seed back into you every time you try to spit it out. But instead of us, Corky always backs us up. Holding it all in, so that not a single drop of it is wasted.” Obi approached the bed, Corky in hand. “Open Pet.”

He pressed Corky’s curved tip between my lips, twisting and turning it in every foul way he could think of, to ensure it was good and wet before he shoved it between my legs.

“On your knees.”

I scrambled off the bed to kneel at his feet, Corky pressed inside me like I had both their cocks still there filling me up.

“Clean me first, then tell me the rules.”

Obi was the longest of my three men.

My men. Fuck. I was wading into deep water. The damn signs at the end of the pier screamedDanger! The Water’s Too Deep! You’ll be in over your head!And, yet that is where I seemed to be enthusiastically running toward.

“Hello?” Chantilly snapped her fingers in front of my face. “You totally zoned. Where did you disappear to?”

“Sorry.” I wasn’t. “I was thinking about last night.”

“Let me guess, your men gave you yet another incredible night of bone chilling, deep satisfaction, dicking. And all you can do is think about running back to the hotel so Ryker or Obi, of hell, both of them, can fuck both of your holes till you scream.”

I hid a giggle behind a sip of my coffee.

“Well, they’d have to take out the breeding plug first.”

“I’m sorry. Thewhat?” Chantilly screeched so loud, I was near positiveallof New Orleans society heard her. Even the dead ones. And the ones that never had coffee past the Garden district.

“Breeding plug.” I feigned calm, though my body desperately wanted to shiver with the confession. My cheeks inflamed, there was little doubt my cheeks were as red as the sinful hue Chantilly had painted on her fingers. “They put one in me after every session. Call itCorky.”

“Corky.” She repeated, her face a combination of confusion and lust. “And what exactly is the purpose of Corky?”

“To um…” I looked around the coffeehouse, double checking no one was in earshot. “So that their cum stays in. You know, for optimal breeding.”

After licking Obi…and the other two men…clean, I recited my rules:

“No shaving my cunt, my taint, or my asshole. They belong to you, and you want a woman not a little girl. No touching my cunny. I get enough cock from the three of you that there should be no reason I need to touch it when you’re not around. If I need to come, I should call you and someone will come and take care of me.”

“Good Girl.” Obi uttered two words that had quickly become my favorites. “Breeding position, Little Pet.”

While Obi pressed the plug into me, Ryker teased my wrinkled little hole, pushing his finger in and out as Obi twisted the breeding plug into place. No one had taken me there yet. I kept expecting it. Every time the three of us fucked me in tandem, I expected Armel to declare that time to beit. But as of yet, I’d taken two of them in my pussy several times, but never one in each hole.

“I think my uterus just clenched. But they know that you can’t—”

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