Ethan smirks at me and gives me a present.

I smile excitedly and rip it open, only to be met with black lace. I look up to see Ethan watching me expectantly. 

"Take it out, princess." I do as I'm told and take the lace out of the box. It can still be a slightly revealing dress.

My smile fades when I see it's a very revealing dress. It's not a dress anymore... it's kind of a swimsuit, but completely in lace and very see-through. 

I frown when I see the crotch of the thing. Or rather, no crotch. "Ethan! You can see my girly parts in it," I hiss and flick his head. He grins. Elijah cocks an eyebrow at me.

"It's that or a purple ass. I'll let you choose."

Ethan smirks and kisses my forehead. "I'll see you in five minutes, princess. We'll see what you chose then." With that, he leaves my room and closes the door.

I sigh in doubt. This bodysuit is very revealing, I'd blush the whole time I walk around with this. On the other side, it would give me some steamy time with one of my guys.

And a purple ass really doesn't sound good. Not again. Also, they wouldn't let anyone else see me in this. They're too possessive for that.

I swallow and look back at the box. It's the best if I wear it, I think. I am gonna complain about it, though.

I sigh, but start to put it on. It's hard to find the right holes, but eventually I fit in. I look at myself in the mirror. It's hot, but that's not the point. I look around.

No one said anything about a sweater.

I choose a pretty red one with long sleeves and am happy when it's big enough to even cover my thighs. This must be one of Aaron's...

The five minutes are almost over, so I hop to the living room already. Ethan and Elijah see me first. I smile and wave at them.

"Hi! What are we doing today?" I ask and join at the dinner table. We're eating breakfast, so I start eating my donut. 

The other three look at me with narrowed eyes, just like Elijah and Ethan. I giggle nervously. "What?"

Jordan stands up and walks around the table, picking me up before I can take my second bite. I pout. "No! Why do you always take my donuts," I whine.

I get a slap on my ass, but no answer. Jordan pulls me over his shoulder and stars walking away from the table. I slap his back. "Jordy! Set me down!" 

"No," he grunts, dragging me right back to my room. He throw me down on the bed. "Take it off," he growls. I frown. 

"I am doing exactly nothing wrong, they said—" "You want to be a smart-ass? You can show me just how smart you are. I'll see you in ten minutes in the red room. And you better be on fucking time," he spits and leaves my room. 

I gulp. Uh oh. Now I've done something...

I open my door a little to see them walking towards the... the torture room. Owen catches me looking and cocks an eyebrow at the—probably visible—sleeves.

My eyes widen and I quickly shut the door, scared he'll come here and slap my ass too. Don't want that to happen.

I get rid of the sweater. I didn't expect it to cause any problems, but now I'm screwed. Actually, I should've seen it coming. They never like it when I don't exactly listen to their orders. You'd think I'm used to it by now, but nope.

I glance at the clock, seeing I still have seven minutes. I sit down on the chair in front of my make up drawer and apply some lipstick. I know Ethan likes that, maybe it helps? I also apply a little mascara, because it goes with the lipstick.

I just hope I'm getting steamy time and not a purple ass. After all, I did listen to them. I did put on the lingerie Ethan got me.

I nod, standing up. I should tell them, just like that. I open my door and walk to the torture room, feeling brave.

I did nothing wrong.

I did nothing wrong.

I did nothing wrong.

I open the door and fall silent. The lights are put red and all of them are sitting down somewhere.

There's a weird chair.

I gulp and look around, locking eyes with Aaron. He smirks at me. "Come in, sunbeam. You're early." 

I nod, not able to find words. What is this? Why is there a random chair in this room? It doesn't belong here.

Elijah walks up to me and pulls me in by my arm, then locks the door behind me. I swallow again, looking up at him with big eyes. "I—I was just here to say something," I mumble. He smirks and pulls me on the bed.

I sigh, relieved. I don't know why that chair is here, but I'd like to keep it like that. And if I explain that I did nothing wrong, I don't have to.

"Eli—" "Ah ah ah, sweetheart. It's referring to sir here," he stops me, one eyebrow arched. I swallow. I won't be referring to anything here today, since I didn't do anything wrong.

"Sir, I did nothing wrong. I was wearing this weird thing under my sweater, since no one told me I couldn't do that."

His eyes narrow. "You wanna be a smart-ass? Then go on and tell me what we've planned for you today," he growls out and turns me to the chair. I look at it with big eyes.

"I-it looks like I'm getting killed," I murmur and shift towards Owen, searching support. He pulls me on his lap and wraps his arms around me, hugging me from behind. I melt into him, he'll help me out of this.

"Just a tad getting killed," he whispers in my ear. My eyes widen. Oh no. He bends to a small closet and takes something from the drawer, then sits up again. "Here you have some water, darling. You'll need it to go through this."

I gulp and look at his face with wide eyes filled with fear. What are they planning to do? "So, smart-ass, what is this?" Ethan grins while leaning against the chair.

I frown and cover my stomach in a nervous gesture, drinking some water. "I- I don't know," I whisper.

He clicks with his tongue and shakes his head. "And here I thought you were such a smart girl, since you clearly always find a way out of orders." I look down. "S-sorry."

"Oh, you don't have to be sorry, princess. The only thing you have to be is a good girl," he winks and extends his hand. I hesitantly look at Owen, who gives me a reassuring nod. 

I stand up and slowly walk to Ethan. He gives me a smirk and takes my hand in his, then gently pushes me on the chair. I cringe. "W-what is this?" I softly ask him,  nerves filling me system. I am not comfortable.

His eyes soften and he kneels in front of me. "This is a punishment chair, princess. But don't worry, today we'll use it a little different. These restraints are for your legs, arms and feet. This one is for your neck, but I will put it a little loose since you haven't done this before."

I nod, still wide-eyed. He grins, catching something Jordan throw at him. "And this, this is a gag." I gulp.

"B-but—but I won't be able to call the safe word?" I whisper. Panic fills me. I need to be able to call my safe word, or I'd pass out the second they cross my boundaries!

He gives me a small smile. "We don't think you'll call your safe word before we are done on this chair, but if so, we have a solution. Now who's the smart-ass?" he grins. I swallow. "Remember the hand sign Owen uses when it doesn't go anymore?"

I nod and shoot Owen a small smile, but he's grinning and winking at me. "You'll use that instead of your safe word as long as you have a gag in your mouth," Ethan tells me. I nod, still overwhelmed.

He pushes me a little deeper in the chair and start tying my feet to the chair. Then, he goes up and ties my thighs to it, very opened. My eyes widen once again, remembering I have no crotch and everyone can see me now.

My arms are next before he reaches to my stomach. My eyes follow his hands, discovering a clasp there too. "What—oh!" I gasp when he puts it tightly, making it impossible to move or even squirm a little. 

His soft fingertips trail over the one at my neck. "Is this okay?" he silently asks. I nod, using the opportunity now I still can. "Just, don't put it too tight," I beg him. He kisses my neck and puts the buckle over my neck, but just so I can still swallow.

I sigh relieved. It's not the most comfortable, but it's okay. He walks back to the bed and sits down on it, eyeing me up and down. I try to shift, but fail as I am completely tied up.

Just when I'm about to ask what they are doing, Aaron stands up and walks towards me. I gulp, seeing the silk blindfold in his hands. "Daddy, what..." He softly puts it over my eyes, denying me my vision.

I can't see a thing now. Great. He lifts it over one eye, giving me a little sight back. He winks at me and shows me a thing. It's like the egg thing, but bigger and longer. I gulp and look back at his face. "W-what's that?" I ask. He grins, "A vibrator, sunbeam."

He smirks and kneels in front of me, the vibrator brushing my wet folds between the body suit. I groan in frustration, unable to squirm away. "Daddy, wha—oh," I moan as he slowly pushes it in me.

I catch a glance of the others watching me with hungry eyes before the blindfold is moved over both of my eyes again. I feel something against my lips and frown, curious about what it is. It feels like... a plastic ball?

I open my lips, but immediately regret it when Aaron shoves the ball in my mouth. Is this the gag Ethan was talking about? Aaron ties it on the back of my head, then pushes the ball deeper in my mouth. I gag, it hits too deep in my throat.

And to make it worse, Aaron adds some more in a teasing voice. "Why don't we let you focus on the pleasure only?" I frown confused. What does he mean.

But then my hearing is cut off by a headset and I can't hear a thing. I frown, tugging at the restraints on my arms. I have no hearing and no vision and am unable to move or talk. 

I silently wait for what will come. While I do that, my mind wavers over the possibility. Aaron said the long egg is called a vibrator, I wonder why it's called that? It doesn't move, it's just there.

I shouldn't of thought that.

I gasp into the gag as it starts to move inside of me. I feel full by it even though it's just about half of them. And still, I feel wetness pooling out of me.

I shut my eyes, trying to keep this up long. I discovered something these past months about sex with these five. The more orgasms they give you, the shorter the time between them. So if I prolong the denying of this one, I'll make it longer.

But that's hard when there's nothing else to focus on. I can't listen to their conversations or stare into their eyes to distract me. I can only set my nails in my own hand, but that doesn't help much.

I try to move my hips, to squirm away, but I'm totally buckled up. I clench my hands in fist, the vibrator never slowing down. I must say, I don't think it's on the hardest setting. At least there's that.

I try to hear over the headset, but they've done their job too good and it's completely isolated from sounds. I make a frustrated noise, the pleasure only building inside of me, but that causes me to gag again.

I stretch my neck, trying to get away desperately. I gag again, this time worse than last time. I lose my focus and try to move the gag in my mouth to give me some freedom. I shouldn't have, because the orgasm hits me like a truck.

I gasp, feeling my eyes roll back behind the silk. I start panting. The vibrator doesn't slow down, just like I'd thought. Instead, it only goes to a higher setting. I moan into the gag, feeling that it's slightly moved.

It gives me the opportunity to let out a small scream as I feel the pleasure building again. "N-no," I whimper when I feel them putting up an even higher setting. I feel like I might fall apart without breaks.

The gag is pushed back in my mouth—now even deeper— by soft but rough fingers. I desperately try to focus on those instead of the pleasure, but they're gone after a second. I cry out, but that only causes me to gag even more.

The wetness between my legs only adds up and I wouldn't be surprised if I'm leaving circles in the leather of the chair. I feel guilty I'm ruining it, but I can't seem to make myself care since my eyes are rolling to the back of my head once again.

I try to let my head fall back, but both the gag and the restraint around my neck deny me that. The knot in my stomach starts to come undone, but I refuse to fall apart this soon.

I try to push my legs back together to stop myself from coming, but the restraints stop me. I set my nails in the palm of my hand, not giving in.

But of course, two couples of hands on each side of me stop me from making my hand bleed. I try to groan in frustration, but that too denies the gag.

One of the hands on my right one squeezes my fingers, silently telling me to let go. I slightly shake my head, not letting them win.

But then the man on my left licks my neck, just there when I'm sensitive and oh, it feels so good. I give in, my moans going around the gag in some way. 

I slump in the chair, my body limp from this intense orgasm. Lucky for me, the vibrator stops moving. I sigh, relieved I don't have to take another orgasm in this torture chair.

The gag is removed, making me swallow a few times. I for sure drool over the hands, but the soft fingers wipe it away from my mouth. The vibrator is pulled out, making me slightly wince. I wait for the blindfold to go away so I can see who is where, but am left waiting.

I frown. We're not done? I feel hands on my thighs, making me smile in relief. Oh, they're first releasing me!

But none of the claps are lessened nor touched. I frown, confused. "What is happening? I still can't see," I tell them. Maybe they forgot?

Owen's voice sounds from between my legs. So the hands on my thighs were his. "Exactly, and we're keeping it like that. Take it like a good girl, darling."

Take what like a good girl? 

I gasp when his mouth engulfs me down there, slowly licking its way up. I moan. Now the gag is gone, I'm gonna take the opportunity to make noise.

He licks every bit of my wetness up, only causing to gather more. He works his way up and circles around my clit before giving it a slight flick. I shut my eyes and attempt to arch my back, but the torture chair stops me once again.

"Quit squirming," he tells me harshly, his arms wrapping around my waist to stop the small movements I could make. I cry out, his tongue caressing me not too gentle.

He twists his tongue and licks me me in shot but powerful licks. I moan, not feeling like I'm able to hold myself up for long anymore. I'm a sucker for their touch.

"Daddy," I half moan, half gasp when he suddenly sucks my clit. He hums, sending vibrations though my whole body. "I—no," I moan and shut my eyes, the stiffness of my spine disappearing under his magical touch.

"Cum on my tongue, darling. I know you can do it," he groans and continues to bring me to heaven. I moan again, not sure if I should be enjoying this too much. After all, Ethan called this a punishment chair. But he also said we were using it a little different today, didn't he?

I cry out and hit my climax with one last suck on my clit from Owen. I feel myself fall apart under his touch, only pouring more wetness out of me. He moans against me at the taste of my cum, as if it brings him as much pleasure as this does to me.

"Such a sweet pussy," he grunts and stands up. I pant, not knowing what will happen. But I have to say, the anticipation running through my blood is making me drunk on it.

New hands move from my inner thighs to my feet before I feel a large body taking place between them. I take in a sharp breath, excited and curious when I think about all of them getting their turn.

"Now, sweetheart, you better not hold back," I hear Elijah's hoarse voice say before his head dips and his lips make contact with my skin. He's teasing me, I realize when he kisses me everywhere but where I ache for him.

"Please," I whimper. I want to push my hips up, but groan when I remember I'm unable to. "So impatient," his husky voice sounds, very close to where I want him. 

"Please," I beg again. He chuckles. "Please who, slut? Address me with the right name before I pleasure this little desperate hole."

My stomach clenches at his words. "Please, sir," I breathe out, wetness pooling out of me. He smirks against me kin before lowering his mouth and pressing right there. 

I moan out, his tongue giving just enough pressure for it to feel perfect. "M-more," I whisper, needing to come apart. What I was denying just a few moments ago is what I crave most now.

Release.

He chuckles again, but obeys me. I arch my neck, not caring if the restraints leave red places. This just feels to good.

His tongue moves in fast movements but doesn't come anywhere near my clit, refusing to give me what I want. "Sir," I whimper, my hips trying to push up once again.

I can understand why it's called the punishment chair now. I let out a whine, needing his tongue to bring me more pleasure. I want more, more, more, more.

"Little eager thing," he grumbles against me. "You know what? Let's see how many you can take." I cry out, his tongue finally finding the place I want him. What he said doesn't make sense to me at this moment, my mind is in a completely other galaxy.

He flicks his tongue in rapid licks, making my mind wander and my body going numb. "S-sir," I moan and feel the tension in my stomach building. Damnit, this is going too fast.

"Ah ah ah, you asked for more," he grins and sucks my clit harshly. I cry out and feel myself falling apart once again. He keeps licking me, although I am coming all over his tongue.

His mouth is removed from me and I sigh, intending on calming down first before they do something else. But almost as if hearing my thoughts, another pair of lips is pressed against me. I cry out, "No."

"Take it, slut," Elijah growls in my ear before removing the blindfold. I pant, my eyes quickly getting used to the red lights again. My eyes lock with Aaron's, who's between my legs and devouring me.

I moan, my eyes rolling back. "N-no—I can't," I gasp. But Aaron ignores me and continues to work with his heavenly tongue. 

When he gently bites my clit, I let out a high pitched scream. My stomach is a place without rest, so it seems since I've just come down from my orgasm but another one is building already.

"W-wait," I pant, but he doesn't slow down. I shut my eyes, but can't help myself from rolling them to the back of my head.

Another flick of his tongue and my body goes numb again, shaking under the intensity from this orgasm. "I- I need to—oh."

Ethan grins at me before taking Aaron's place. I clench my hands again, knowing this won't take very long. They're going down at me like predators on a prey.

His eyes never leave mine when his lips connect with my pulsing bundle of heat. I moan, desperate for him to give me some time to come down from my earlier orgasms. But he won't give it to me.

"P-please—I can't—" "But you will," he smirks before looking down and concentrating on the licks of his tongue. He playfully bites me, but it only adds up to the tension in my stomach.

I moan, unable to stop the pleasure taking over my mind. My thoughts are fading, the hot white tension taking over my whole head.

"Daddy," I cry out and feel my legs shaking. He smirks against my folds and grip my thighs, pinning them down. Like I could move them.

My eyes roll back again, my gaze now on the ceiling. I shut them, trying desperately to get a grip on myself. Something he doesn't allow.

He savores me like he's been hungry a long time and makes me fall apart for the sixth time now. I cry, feeling sore down there. Yet I feel no need to call the safe word.

Jordan grins and stands up from the bed, making his way to me. I pant, but at least there's some time between him and Ethan.

He slowly kneels and I'm grateful he gives me a little time. "One more, baby. You can do this for me, can't you?" he asks with fake sympathy. I nod, because I know even if I said I couldn't, he'd do it anyway until I call my safe word.

When he makes contact with the sensitive skin down there, I'm already moaning. I can't not moan, the others have switched something in my mind that makes it hard to think of anything else than them and the pleasure.

It's like in the beginning of this, only now I focus willingly on the pleasure. He doesn't tease me, doesn't build up. Instead, his lips are immediately flicking rapidly over my folds.

I moan, helpless. They've got me completely in their hand and control, knowing I can't od a single thing.

Jordan devours me, as hungry as the rest of them. My breathing increases again, indicating I can't keep up with the orgasms. "Please," I bring out, needing to stop this madness.

Fortunately, he gives me what I want and another sharp sting of pure bliss hits me. I pant through the whole orgasm, my body feeling tired. 

He stands up and starts unclasping my arms. I sigh, too much in a haze for anything else. He works his way down while Owen frees my neck. My limb body leans onto the chair, but Owen gently picks me up in bridal style.

I softly smile, blinking up at him. "Hi." He chuckles and sits down on the chair himself, ut of course he doesn't get buckled up. He gives me the water bottle and I sigh relieved, feeling thirsty.

I gratefully take the bottle and drink almost half of it. He tucks me close. "You're such a good girl, darling. You did this very well." I melt for his words and feel my body relax. 

I wonder why we're still here, though. Normally, we would go back to the bathroom...? Oh no. I look back up at him to see he's switching his gaze from my face to something behind me.

"Is it not over?" I ask him, my voice sliced with tiredness. He grins. "Over? Darling, we're just getting started." My eyes widen. What?

He sets me up a little more. "You're just getting a break because we know you need it, but we are nowhere near done." I look behind me, to see my other guys moving from the bed. Owen nudges me softly with his nose on my cheek, making me giggle. "Did you drink enough, darling?"

I nod, giving him the bottle. He puts it on the floor and carries me to the bed, where Jordan takes me over. "Hi, baby. You're not needing this anymore," he grins before ripping the leaverage of the bodysuit.

I gasp, feeling the cold against my nipples. His eyes darken. "Fuck, I love your breasts." He continues to undress me before throwing it away. I'm completely naked now and I blush, knowing all attention is on me.

Aaron is lying down on the bed, all naked and hot for me. I greedily look at him, knowing I get to have him in a second. Jordan lies me down on Aaron's chest, my ass pressed against his hard length.

"Relax for me, sunbeam," he whispers in my ear. I try to go as numb as possible, making him hum in approval. He lifts me up by my hips, shifts me a little and then slowly pushes me down on him. I close my eyes, feeling him fill me from behind.

I whimper, the familiar stretching burning my senses. He gives me his hand, letting me squeeze it while he fills me till the brim. Elijah leans on the bed frame, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Okay, little smart-ass. Show us how smart you really are. You've got three holes and five boyfriends. Who do you do?"

I moan. "Just wait a little, I believe everyone can get their turn. Patience is a great thing to have." He chuckles, "Why would we have patience when you're clearly more desperate than us?"

I blush. "Then what do you propose, sir?" A smirk fills his face. "Why don't you use your hands, hm? I'm sure Ethan will love it when he doesn't have to do it himself," he grins, earning a slap and a glare from Ethan.

My hands? Does he mean I have to do a handjob? Twice? I look up at him with big eyes while Owen is undressing. Very quickly, may I add.

"Hi, darling. I can't wait to fuck you," he sweetly smile and gets on top of me. I gasp, feeling how hard he is between my legs. He kisses me cheek before placing his upper arms next to my head—and Aaron's chest—before pushing into me.

I moan, my lower parts sore and sensitive from just now. "Daddy, gentle please," I sniffle and place my hands on his shoulders. He kisses my temple. "I'll be gentle, darling. This is another first for you."

I nod. I've never had all of them at the same time before. Sure, after each other, but not all together. 

The other three undress too and join on the bed. Elijah on my right, Ethan on my left and Jordan at my head. 

"Open your mouth, slut," Jordan demands and I immediately obey, my mind at the loss of words. Owen chuckles, "Don't you like that, huh?"

I blush but am shut up as Jordan thrusts into my mouth without warning.  gag, my eyes burning at how deep he is. I try to moan, but his hard cock is so thick it doesn't let out any of my noise. He smirks down at me. 

"Such a good girl, sucking her daddy's cock. Now why don't you start satisfying all of us, hm?" I blink, trying to get the tears away. I feel Ethan and Elijah inching closer and wrapping my hands around their hard-ons.

Owen thrusts into me the moment I close my hand around their shafts. I moan, but the noise doesn't sounds through the room as Jordan shuts me up. 

Aaron plungs into me from behind, making my eyes roll back at sensation of all three thrusting into me together. I move my thumbs over Ethan and Elijah, wanting them to feel good too.

I don't know if I'm doing a good job. But I'm being used as a fuck toy without brains, so I can act like it too. I'll just try my best.

I am rewarded with a grunt coming from Jordan's chest when I start licking his cock. "Good girl," he moans and steadies himself with a hand on the bed.

Behind me, Aaron keeps thrusting into me on a regular rhythm. He groans in my ear, brushing away the hair from my face.

My hand movements are on both sides pretty similar, since I cannot focus on doing something differently. The pleasure is too much to think of a way to satisfy all of them differently.

"Ahw, pretty baby, looking so good while she cries over cocks," Jordan grins. I arch my back at that, feeling myself coming dangerely close to the brink of an orgasm.

Owen thrusts into me again after pulling out gently, making himself twitch inside of me. I feel myself clench around him and moan again at the feeling of all of him inside of me.

And when his hand starts playing with my clit, my eyes roll back in my head. I try to shut them, but Jordan gives me a warning gaze so I don't.

I move my hands up and down, earning a moan from my left. Ethan. My legs start shaking, saying I'm very close to come undone again.

Elijah smirks at me. "Is my sweetheart about to cum? She better asks permission." I groan, frustrated, but the sound doesn't deliver again. 

Jordan pulls out of my mouth and I gasp for air, crying. "Please, daddy, please, sir, let me come," I sob. Aaron grips my jaw and makes me look up at the mirror ceiling, meeting his eyes. "Look at that, slut. You're a pathetic little whore, needing to cum because all her guys are going down on her."

I cry, nodding. He's not wrong. "You can cum, but keep your eyes open and on your begging body," he grunts in my ear. I moan, letting go of the tension in my belly. But before a small scream can escape, Jordan thrusts his way down my throat again.

I gag, feeling him even deeper than he was. I struggle around his cock as my orgasm ripples through my body, letting my mind fade a little.

Aaron moans in my ear. "Fuck, sunbeam." I feel him twitch in my ass before his loads shoots into me. I moan at the feeling, but he probably doesn't hear it.

He lifts me up, making me take Jordan even deeper, before he rolls from under me. I sink into the soft mattress. 

I squeeze Ethan and Elijah softly and circle my hand around their tip. Elijah gives me a small whimper, Ethan another moan.

Owen looks up at the ceiling too, meeting my eyes. Tears pool out of them, my throat feeling sore. 

"I'm gonna cum, darling. You'll join me, won't you?" He gives me a mischievous grin and presses his thumb on my clit again.

I desperately try to keep my eyes open, but the pressure is too much. I try to beg him to release me, but Jordan doesn't let me. Instead, he shuts me up with another thrust.

I cry, my body shaking terribly. Owen gives me the last push to the orgasm and I go off for the ninth time today. I sniffle. I don't think it'll be long until I call my safe word anymore...

Owen cums inside of me, moans, and then slowly pulls out of me. I flinch at the tenderness there, but he's gentle and leaves me alone. 

Jordan thrusts in again and I feel Ethan and Elijah's impatien thrusts in my hands too. Despite my tears, I try to suck Jordan off as good as I can.

His brows furrow together and he whimpers. "You okay with swallowing, baby?" I nod, licking his tip again. He lets his head fall back in his neck and finishes in my mouth. I swallow all of his cum, and it's  a lot.

He pulls out and wipes my tears away before stepping away. I sniffle again and focus on Ethan and Elijah now, proud I made it.

Ethan finishes too, a manly whimper leaving his mouth when he does. Elijah follows a few seconds after, he rewards me with a low moan. They come over my hands and then step back, watching me as I curl up.

My body's shaking horribly due to the amount of orgasms I had today. Owen picks me up in bridal style again and sits down on the bed. He softly hushes me, rocking me back and forth a little. Aaron hands me the water bottle, which I thankfully accept.

"You've taken that like such a good girl, darling," Owen whispers in my ear. I sob and hide my face in his chest, feeling impossibly tired. 

I drink a little, but am too tired to really drink. I just want to sleep... "Darling? Five more sips, please. Or you won't get past the next stop."

Next?

I look at him with big eyes. "I-it's not done?" He shakes his head and kisses my temple. "Nope. Others want to fuck you too, darling."

He wipes my tears away and forces me to drink five more sips. Then, Elijah takes me over and lies me down on the bed.

I look up at him, but shake my head. "N-no more, please. Blossom," I whimper. He gives me a smile and picks me up again. "Of course, sweetheart. I already thought you'd call it. You've been such a good girl, you've earned ice cream."

I smile tiredly. "Really?" He nods, carrying me out of the room. It's over. "Really. Come on."

We walk into the bathroom, but I see Jordan heading for the kitchen, probably going to get my ice cream. "W-was it good enough for you?" I look up at Elijah. He only got a hand job... I want him to feel satisfied to, but I physically and mentally can't anymore.

He gives me a reassuring hug. "Yes, sweetheart. You did great." I sigh happily and watch Aaron fill the bathtub. Owen dresses me in a silk robe while we wait until the water is hot enough and talks a bit about his favorite ice cream.

I smile, snuggling into Elijah's chest. Owen takes a hand of mine in his and keep talking about ice cream, distracting me from sleep. Ethan walks in and winks at me, then sits down in the bath tub. I whine and reach for him. I want in the water too.

He steals me from Elijah and Owen, but they smile at me and follow me into the bathtub. Aaron does, too and I giggle. I lie down over all of their laps, with my head in Ethan's knees. They're the highest point, so I won't drown.

Jordan walks in with my ice cream and chuckles at the sighs of me lying across the bath tub. "Was I missing something, baby? Here's your ice cream." He gives me the ice cream and I sit up again.

Nothing can hold me from ice cream.

Elijah pulls me to sit between him and Owen, making me smile and lean into the bathtub. I relax my body into the water and sigh, feeling sleep dawn on me.

But... my ice cream. 

I blink up at Owen. "Will you feed me? I deserve that," I mumble and lean back into Elijah's arm, now facing Owen, who chuckles and nods.

"Of course, darling. Hm, what flavor is this? Oh, it's my favorite too," he winks and steals a bite. I frown and whine. "No! That's mine!"

He steals another bite.  I feel tears behind my eyes and let out a sob. "No! Don't do that!" I cry.

His eyes widen. "Shit! Sorry, darling, I didn't mean to make you cry. I swear the bites were fake, look!" He lets me see the ice cream and he's right, it's still untouched. I sniffle and nod.

"Sorry," I mumble and feel the heat rising to my cheeks. I am so embarrassing after sex... it's always the damn bathtub. He kisses my nose. "No need, darling. It's just a little sub drop."

I nod. He's right. I grab my ice cream tub from him and move places, not risking my ice cream getting stolen again. I sit down next to Ethan and Jordan. 

They smile down at me and hook their arm around mines, making it impossible to take a bite. I pout, "Hey! Now I can't eat."

Aaron smiles at me and moves in the water, kneeling in front of me. "I'll do that, sunbeam."

He starts putting the ice cream nicely on the spoon and feeding me. I hum, happy. At least he doesn't steal my bites. Fake or not, I'm never letting Owen feed me chocolate ice cream again.

Ever.