Page 49 of Playing By Their Rules

“Nooo, I’m too sensitive,” I say, even as Ethan reaches under me and finds my clit. His fingers slip and slide and my muscles tighten around Chance.

If I come again, I just might pass out.

Chance leans over my back, bites my shoulder while he fucks me. The vibrating plug gets jammed harder between my cheeks, and Ethan’s fingers are there at my clit, rubbing, causing pleasure to spool again, wrapping through my core.

They hold the threads that contain and control this primal joy.

Chance grabs the front of my neck, gripping me tightly, but not too tightly. That sense of belonging to them, combined with the fierce, volcanic delight of our movements, causes the threads of pleasure to snap.

I lose myself over the edge of bliss, catapulting while held tightly against them. Ethan cups my pussy, his touch possessive. Chance pumps several more times within me before groaning, “Maisie,” and pulsing within, taking his own release.

We remain in place for a long moment, catching our breath. Ethan leans over and kisses my cheek, then gets up to fetch a packet of wipes.

Chance kisses my back, then eases away and out of me. The vibrating plug goes still, and I exhale.

“Damn, such a pretty picture,” Chance says, cupping my ass cheeks.

They take out the plug and we all clean up with the wipes before Chance carries me to the bathroom. They start the shower and climb in with me. It’s a tight squeeze, but doable, and I have no complaints as they wash my body, because they’re finally naked, my hands are free, and I get to touch them as much as I want.

As they requested, I made sure there would be time for aftercare tonight, and I allow them to pamper me with bites of fruit and chocolate, and sips of hot tea. Ethan even combs my hair. I hadn’t realized such a simple act could be so sexy and relaxing at the same time.

Bliss. Perfection. The pleasure they’ve given me is seared into my cells.

And this isn’t a short-term deal for them. They want me in their lives.

“You’ll remember this?” Chase asks, brushing his lips against my cheek. “You’ll remember your daddies want to take care of you always? This isn’t temporary for us. We waited a long time to be with you, baby girl.”

“I’ll remember,” I say. “Always.”

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Maisie

The following Friday, it’s a girl’s night out with Mina. Neither of us have to work tonight, and I’ve felt bad for ignoring her the past couple of weeks. So even though I’d rather be getting fucked by my professor daddies, I agreed to this. I thought we were going to the movies like we usually do, but she changed her mind en route and now we’re on our way to dinner at a Thai place we like. It’s inexpensive but yummy.

As soon as we get inside, my phone chimes with a text. I check it and see that it’s Chance. Hey, baby girl. Thinking of you. Have fun at the movies.

I begin to type back that we’re at dinner instead, waiting to be seated.

“You know how you said it was just a fling with those professors?” Mina asks.

I pause in my typing. “What? No, I never said that.”

“You did. You said it was short-term.”

No, she planted that idea. Didn’t she? And I agreed because I wasn’t sure? It really messed with my head, but Chance, Ethan, and I worked it out. I’m still relieved and riding high on the knowledge that they want me—they both want me, and they want to keep me.

Shaking my head, I say, “Well, the three of us talked.”

Before I can continue, Mina interrupts. “You’re not exclusive, right?”

Is she seriously thinking of pursuing them? I abandon my text to Chance—I can write him back later because this shit is about to get serious. I’ve put up with a lot in the name of sisterhood, but if she’s after my guys, that’s going too far. Stuffing my phone back into my bag, I say, “What exactly are you asking me right now?”

“Never mind.” Mina shakes her head. “There they are.”

“Who’s they?” I follow her gaze across the restaurant and spy Bradley sitting with a blond guy I don’t recognize. “Why is Bradley here? I thought this was girl’s night.”

Mina grins in her special—and especially obnoxious—I know better than you because I’m three months older sort of way. “You said you didn’t have time to figure out anything with other guys, so…I did it.”

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