Chapter 5 Three

Sadie

"You've been a good girl for me, right, princess?" Michael asked through the phone.

I lay on our bed, kicking my legs back and forth, trying to ease the ache that had lingered between them since last night when he denied me orgasm after orgasm and promised me that if I could hold off until tonight that he would reward me with something extra special.

"Yes, Daddy." I hopped off of the bed and walked to the windows, gazing down at all the tiny cars from his penthouse. "Will you be home soon? It's late."

He chuckled lowly. "I'll be home soon. Have you been waiting all day for me?"

"All I can think about is you," I said, whimpering. "All day."

"Good," he said. "I have your surprise with me, but I need you to be sitting on our bed, facing toward the window, in the sexy lingerie set you picked out last weekend when I get home. Do you understand, princess?"

"I understand."

I waited just as he wanted me. Dressed in my lingerie with a silky black robe, gazing out the window at the sparkling city lights, trying to calm my racing heart. When the front door opened, I pressed my knees together. He was here.

I listened to movement through the penthouse and nearly shuddered when he opened our bedroom door.

"Princess," he said. He crawled onto the bed, took off his tie, and placed it around my eyes. Then, he took my hands, leading me around the bed, and placed a kiss on my cheek from behind. "Kneel," Michael said, pressing a hand against my shoulder.

I knelt in front of him, my heart racing for my reward. All I had been thinking about was him plunging himself inside of me. In my mouth, in my ass, in my pussy, I didn't care. I just wanted to wrap myself around him as he pumped in and out, so I could please him.

He grasped on to my chin and lifted. "You didn't come when I was gone today?"

I gazed up at pure darkness through my blindfold and shook my head. "No, Daddy. I've been a good girl."

He paused for a moment, untying the black silk robe he bought me last week, and let it fall open, revealing the little set of lingerie that barely covered my breasts.

Michael took my hand and placed it on his hard cock through his suit pants. "Do you like that, princess?" he asked, but he sounded so distant.

I nodded my head up at him, my pussy clenching. "Please don't make me wait any longer. I've been a good girl, waiting all day for you." I rubbed my hand up and down his length, just wanting to take off his pants and grip it in my hand, wrap my lips around it.

Michael grabbed my other hand in his. "Do you like this?" He placed it on another set of pants, and I tensed.

"Daddy?" I asked, nervous. "Daddy? Who is-" I pulled my hands away and tore off my blindfold.

Staring down at me was Michael and a man with dark, sinister brown eyes.

My cheeks flushed, and I stumbled to my feet.

Michael cleared his throat, clenched his jaw, and shook his head at me in disappointment. "I didn't tell you to stand, Sadie."

I glanced between the two men, then knelt again. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Though I stared up at Michael, I could feel the other man staring at me, taking me in, his gaze drifting from my lips to my barely covered breasts to my black lacy panties. Who was ... he? Why did Michael bring him here, knowing that I would look like this?

"This is Benjamin Mathews, CEO of Elicit." Michael stepped closer and crouched next to me, resting his hand on my thigh. "You will address him as Mr. Mathews."

"Why is ... Mr. Mathews here?" I asked, feeling too exposed but loving the way his dark eyes were devouring my body.

Michael dipped his hand between my legs and rubbed my clit through my panties. A wave of pleasure coursed through my body. I had been waiting for him for hours.

"Ben and I were talking business earlier today, and you came up." He slipped his fingers under my panties and touched my wetness. "You're so pretty, Sadie. I wanted to share you with him," he said. He brushed his thumb against my bottom lip and made me gaze up at him. "Is that okay with you, sweetheart?"

My pussy clenched, and I gazed at Mr. Mathews, who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt. The moonlight flooded in through the window, hitting his striking facial features-from his sharp jaw to those piercing eyes. I gulped and pressed my knees together.

"Don't make me ask you again," Michael said.

I parted my lips. "Yes," I said quietly. Out of the three years that I'd been with Michael, he never brought anyone else home and into our bedroom.

"Yes?" he asked, voice hardening. "Princess, you know that's not how you answer me. Don't make me punish you in front of Mr. Mathews."

I gazed down at the ground. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Mathews tugged off his shirt and tossed it onto the bed, like he owned the place, and walked toward us.

Michael gazed at me, his lips curling. "Now, do you want your reward?"

I glanced between him and Mr. Mathews, clenching my pussy. He was my reward. They were my reward. For being a good girl and saving myself for them to take any way that they wanted. I nodded my head.

"Words," Michael said.

"Yes, please."

He grasped my hand, placing it on Mathews's leg and watching me. I stared up at Mathews, my heart pounding against my chest, and slowly inched my way up his thigh until I reached the front of his pants. His cock was pressed against his gray suit pants, creating an outline. I pressed my lips against his head through the material, wanting, needing, begging for him to take them off.

"What do you say?" Mathews asked me.

I rubbed him harder through his pants. "Please, Mr. Mathews, give me your cock."

He glanced over at Michael, smirking, unbuttoned his pants, and placed his dick against my lips. He pushed it inside of me and all the way down my throat until my lips were pressed against his hips. "Fuck," he said to Michael. "You didn't tell me she could deep-throat."

Michael chuckled and undid his pants too, letting me stroke him. Mathews slowly pumped in and out of me, making sure I took him down to the base of his cock each time. I took both of their cocks in my hands, stroking one and sucking on the other, wanting to please them. They were here for me after all.

"Do you like your reward, Sadie?" Michael asked.

I nodded my head and pushed Mathews deeper down my throat, closing my eyes to take him.

"Let me see those eyes," Mathews said.

My fingers brushed against my clit, sending a wave of pleasure through my body. Oh God. I had been waiting for this for so long.

"Eyes."

I parted my lips.

"Sadie," Michael said. "Open your eyes."

"But-"

Michael sighed deeply through his nose, sat on the bed, and laid me across his thighs. "You know that I don't like punishing you, princess." He pulled my hair out of my face and rubbed a hand against my ass.

"I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I'm not the only one you need to apologize to," he said, rubbing my ass gently, like he always did before he punished me.

Mathews placed a finger under my jaw, commanding my attention.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Mathews," I said, gazing up at him through my lashes.

Michael's hand came down hard on my ass, and I whimpered. Tingles shot through my body, and I pulled my knees closer together.

"I don't think that was sincere enough," Mathews said to Michael.

Michael slapped my ass harder, his grip on my hair tightening.

"I'm sorry," I said again, drawing my brows together. Mathews disappeared behind me. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I really am." Spank. "I won't do it again." Spank. "I promise."

Mathews cupped his hands under my knees, slid me off of Michael, and pulled my ass into the air. I put my hands on the bed to steady myself as he poked at my entrance.

"Arch your back," he said, pushing a hand against the center of my back.

I did as I was told, not wanting to make Daddy more disappointed in me, and waited for Michael to plunge himself deep inside of me. When he did, my pussy tightened. I groaned, and Michael shoved his cock into my mouth, stuffing me full with him. I gagged on it and pushed him further down my throat, bobbing my head back and forth on his cock until spit was dripping down my chin and tears were welling up in my eyes.

All I wanted was to please this man.

He continued to thrust hard into my throat. "You have to be a good girl, or I'll have to punish you like this." He stopped when his cock was all the way down my throat and held me there. With one hand, he held my neck, pinning me to his dick, and with the other, he squeezed hard on one of my nipples.

I whimpered out on his cock, cheeks flushing and desperate to breathe.

Mathews thrust hard into me from behind, and Michael pushed me down even further. I pressed my hands to his thighs. Breathe. I needed to breathe. After a couple more moments, he released my head. I gasped for air.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I won't do it again."

He lay back against the bed, and Mathews pulled out of me.

"Then, be a good girl for Daddy and come here."

He cocked a finger in my direction, and I crawled to him and curled into his side, my back against his chest, like we did every night before bed. He lifted one of my legs into the air, positioned himself against my entrance, and thrust his big cock into my pussy, filling the empty hole. I could feel every inch of Michael sliding into me and every inch of him pulling out.

"Mr. Mathews is going to come inside of you, princess," Michael said, not giving me any say in the matter.

He brushed two fingers against my clit and rubbed me gently. I nodded my head, my pussy pulsing with pure excitement.

Mr. Mathews grabbed my feet, holding my legs apart, and pushed himself inside of my pussy, shoving Michael's cum deeper into me. He thrust his big cock in and out of my pussy, making it glisten with my juices.

Michael rubbed my clit harder, and I moaned and leaned back against him.

"You're doing such a good job, sweetheart. Tighten your pussy a little harder for me. Can you do that?" His fingers danced on my clit, and I clenched harder on Mathews.

Thrusting hard, Mathews rested my thighs on his shoulders and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. When he bit down, my body jerked up into the air, and I moaned out in ecstasy. Mathews's lips parted, and he slowed down, his cum pumping into me too.

He pulled out of me and rolled over onto the bed, chest rising and falling quickly.

Michael brushed his fingers down my jaw and smiled down at me. "Good girl, Sadie."

This was the best day ever. And I wanted it to happen again. The feeling of two men using me to their fill was just something else. I wanted to feel it again.

I turned over to daddy, silently thinking of how soon he could arrange another threesome if I asked. Or would he surprise me with a reward for being a good girl?