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Oil & Water

Pairing: Shauna Shipman/Reader/Lottie Matthews

Warnings: Dubcon, Noncon, Financial Abuse, Abuse, Physical Abuse, Non-Consensual Somnophilia, Emotional Manipulation, Abuse of Power, Daddy Kink, Mommy Kink, Sir Kink, Ma’am Kink, Anal Sex, Face Slapping, Oral Sex, Forced Piss Kink, Piss Drinking, Pee Desperation, Mentions Diapers (as Humiliation/Punishment),Face Sitting, Degradation, Pet Play, Choking, Finger Sucking, Crying, Face Fucking, Fingering, Begging, Strap-On Sex.

Summary: You meet Shauna and Lottie on a dating app your friend suggested.

Word Count: 20,108

You had never downloaded any type of dating app, but Melissa, your best friend, recommended a new one that she got on. You were skeptical at first, explaining to her that you were afraid you were just going to get creepy men trying to hit on you. Melissa, however, talked you into downloading it. She helped you set up your profile, and almost instantly you were getting messages left and right.

You sighed, going through each one of them, only to be disappointed that it was all men. You set your preferences up so men couldn’t message you before setting your phone down. You wanted to spend time with Melissa, not having your full attention on your phone the whole time.

As soon as Melissa left, you went to sit back down on the couch before grabbing your phone. You sighed, clicking on the app, and when you expected to see no new messages, you were shocked to see you had a new message. It was a couple, and from their pictures, you thought they were both attractive. When you clicked on their message, you read it as slowly as you could, unsure as to why you were feeling anxious all of a sudden.

Lottie and Shauna: Hey, we came across your profile, and we both thought you’re very attractive. So when we read your bio, you intrigued us even more. I know this is a bit of a stretch, but we would love to take you out for dinner this Saturday.

You stared at the message for a good three minutes, trying to both process the fact that they were into you and think of something to respond with. You did have plans with Melissa and Gen, but you knew they’d understand, considering that you hadn’t been on a date since Nat had broken up with you.

You: Hey! So I just checked out your profile, and both of you are very pretty! I am free Saturday; just give me the time and address, and I’d love to meet the two of you.

When you hit send, you weren’t sure if you should have added a few emojis or if it was okay. You sent a smiley face right afterwards, hoping that that was okay. You hated overthinking, but when they heart reacted to your message, you relaxed. They sent you the address and told you the time you were going to need to be there: six pm. You were both excited and nervous, never having done this before.

When Saturday came, you picked your best outfit, rewashing it to make sure it was clean. You grabbed the money you had been saving, unsure of the prices, but from the pictures online, you had a feeling that the place was expensive. When it hit five, you ordered an Uber, and you continued to check your phone. You had a fear that they were going to either cancel last minute or, when you got there, they were going to stand you up.

When you arrived, you had ten minutes before six, so you sat down, trying your best to calm your nerves. Finally, at five-fifty, you went in—the hostess asking if you had a reservation, and when you gave her both Shauna and Lottie’s names, she led you to the back of the restaurant. To your surprise, they were already there, laughing as they took sips of what you assumed to be wine.

It was a private room that the hostess had taken you to, and when she shut the door behind her, it made the two of them look up. They both got up from the table, making their way towards you to greet you.

“Wow,” Shauna smiled. “She’s so much prettier in person, huh, Lot?”

Lottie nodded, “She really is.”

You felt a little awkward having to watch them talk to each other as if you weren’t standing right in front of them. Shauna was the first to pull you into a quick hug, and when she let you go, Lottie didn’t give you a chance to say anything before she pulled you into a hug. When she did let go, they led you to the table, feeling your face heat up when Shauna pulled the chair out for you.

“Thank you,” you said, giving her a small smile.

“Of course.” Shauna said as she took her own seat.

The three of you talked, and if you were being honest, you felt a little awkward, wondering when someone was going to come in to give you a little bit of a break from talking. As if someone was reading your mind, a waiter came in, but before you could tell him what you wanted, Lottie spoke up, letting him know what you wanted to eat and drink. You felt a little embarrassed, having already had something you wanted on your mind, only for her to talk for you.

“So,” Lottie began, taking a sip of her drink. “You must want to know why we were on the app.”

You nodded, “I do; I just didn’t want to be rude.”

Shauna smirked, looking at Lottie as she was waiting for her to continue.

“Well, Shauna and I have been dating for about three years now because our families wanted us to be together.” Lottie started. You nodded, waiting for her to continue, wanting to know what they wanted. Finally, she spoke up again. “Which is fine, we love each other, but we want… someone we can both share.”

Shauna rolled her eyes. “Lottie doesn’t want to just bottom anymore, long story short.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, trying to figure out if all they wanted was sex.

“I can see that you’re starting to worry, and Lottie and I would like to date you too. We would love to take you to events, take you out on dates, take care of you, everything.” Shauna explained just as the appetizers were brought out.

“Is that something you’d be interested in?” Lottie asked, taking some food off the plate to put it on yours.

You bit your lip, realizing that this was all too fast and that maybe you should run, but you couldn’t help but want to try with them. Nat and you had broken up a year ago, and although you loved hanging out with Melissa and Gen, you always felt like the third wheel more times than you’d like to admit.

“I would be,” you began. “But would it be okay if I got to know the two of you better? I haven’t really dated anyone for a year, and that was my first relationship, so I’d like to take things a bit slow.”

“That’s okay with us.” Shauna said, her smile tightened, and if you weren’t still so anxious, you would be able to notice the hint of annoyance in her face.

When your dinner came out, the three of you were silent as you ate. Although it wasn’t the food you had wanted, you couldn’t help but enjoy it. When you finished your food, you drank your water, unsure of what to say.

“How’d you like your dinner?” Shauna spoke up, covering her mouth with her napkin.

“It was really good; at first I wasn’t so sure, but I would definitely get it again.” You admit, causing them both to smile.

“I’m so glad. What are you doing tomorrow?” Lottie asked as you took another drink of your water.

“I have work, unfortunately, and it’s a double.” You groan, not looking forward to it.

You usually didn’t mind working; you just hated working doubles since you end up not having any energy when you get home. Shauna shook her head while Lottie frowned.

“Quit,” was all Lottie said, causing you to almost spit out your water.

“What? I can’t just do that.” You stated, unable to contain your laughter.

When both Lottie and Shauna weren’t laughing, you realized that she was serious.

“Shauna said that we want to take care of you; that includes bills and anything you want.” Lottie stated.

Then it clicked. Shauna did say that, and you didn’t realize she meant it in that way.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were serious…” You trailed off.

The waiter came back with more water for you and more wine for them. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, feeling the tension in the room. You took a deep breath, breaking the silence.

“I can’t just quit; this has been my job for years, and I love it. You’ll have to understand that.”

Shauna looked at Lottie before looking back at you. “Okay, yeah. That’s okay with us, but we would still like to help you with anything you need or want.”

You bit your lip, unsure of what to say to that—thankful that the waiter came back with the bill. You pulled out your cash, trying to hand your portion to Lottie, only for her to push your hand away.

“What did we say?” Shauna snapped, pulling out her card. She gave you a smile, reaching out and holding your hand in hers. “We can afford it; we can afford a lot of things, and with time you’ll see that.”

“Sorry, I just feel a little bad…” you admit.

“Don’t feel bad; we would tell you if we weren’t okay with it.” Lottie assured. “I think we’ve had a great time tonight, so why should we end the night now?”

On a night that you didn’t have to work a double the next day, you would agree without hesitation, but you had to be up really early. You also had a hard time saying no, so when you went to tell them that you couldn't, Lottie asked another question. “Did you drive here or?”

You shook your head, “No, I Ubered here.”

“Okay, so why don’t you come over and we’ll have our driver drop you off later tonight?” Shauna suggested, sitting back in her seat.

“I have to be up early for work; otherwise, I’d be down.” You said, looking between both of them.

“Well, can our driver give you a ride home at least?” Lottie asked just as the waiter came back with her card.

Lottie smiled at him and said thank you before signing the receipt and tipping as Shauna called their driver to let them know that they were done.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you stated, earning a smile from Lottie.

“When is your next day off?” Shauna asked, putting her phone into Lottie’s purse.

“Wednesday and Thursday.” You answered.

Shauna nodded, “Would you want to go on a second date on Wednesday? We’ll pick you up so you don’t have to spend any money on an Uber.”

“Yeah, that would be great!” You said, getting up from your seat when they both did.

Shauna wrapped her arm around you so her hand was on your side as the three of you walked out of the restaurant. Although they were pushy, you couldn’t help but want to get to know them better. You just wanted to take things slow so you made sure that you wouldn’t fuck anything up like you did with Nat.

When their driver showed up, Lottie and Shauna got in before you climbed in. The whole drive to your place was quiet but comfortable. When you pulled up to your house, they got out with you and walked you up to your door.

“Wait, let me see your phone,” Lottie said, holding out her hand. You unlocked it before handing it to her.

You watched as Lottie typed her number in, saving it into your contacts before handing it over to Shauna. Shauna did the same thing before handing it back to you.

“Now, if you need anything before our next date, don’t be afraid to text or call either of us. Okay? I mean it.” Shauna said.

You nodded, giving them both hugs before you made your way into your apartment. You looked at their contact info, you were excited for your next date with them, but something was bugging you about them in the back of your head. You couldn’t place it, so you did what you did best and pushed the feelings aside. You got ready for bed, setting your work clothes out so you didn’t have to rush in the morning.

When your alarm went off, you groaned, wiping your eyes before you got up slowly. You wished you could stay in bed all day, a part of you wishing you took their offer before you made your way to the bathroom to take a shower. You took a fast shower, knowing that if you stayed in any longer, you wouldn’t get out any time soon. You turned it off, and when you stepped out, you grabbed your towel and dried off as quickly as you could. Realizing if you get there early enough, you can get yourself breakfast before you have to work.

You got dressed and ordered your Uber, waiting for it as you thought about texting Lottie and Shauna, even if it was just a simple ‘good morning’ text. You just didn’t want to wake them up since it was only almost seven in the morning. Your Uber was only ten minutes away, so you thought you’d send a text to both of them.

You: Good morning, I had a lot of fun with the both of you last night. Can’t wait until Wednesday :)

You hadn’t realized that your Uber was almost there until you got a notification, so you grabbed your stuff and locked up your apartment just as it pulled up. You got in, asking to roll the window down so you could feel the breeze before you would be in a building for a good twelve hours. When you arrived, you told your Uber driver to have a good day before you headed next door to get food, looking at your phone for both the time and to see if they had texted you. You couldn’t help but smile, seeing that Shauna had responded in the group you had created.

Shauna: Good morning to you too. Lottie is currently asleep, but we’re both excited too! She hasn’t shut up about you since we dropped you off.

You felt your face heat up before you grabbed your food from the counter. You sat down at the same table you were sitting at, seeing that you still had a good twenty minutes before you had to go.

You: I’m so glad the two of you are just as excited as I am. What did you want to do?

You ate your food quickly, wanting to have a little more time before you clocked in. Hearing your phone go off, you told yourself you’ll get it once you’re at work. But after you walked into your job, your phone had gone off four separate times since the last message.

Shauna: Hello? Shauna: ??? Shauna: Answer your phone. Lottie: Answer your phone, please.

You got into the back and quickly typed a response.

You: Hey, sorry, I was walking into work, and I couldn’t really look at my phone.

Before you could sign in, your boss pulled you to the side. You had never been called in before a shift, so you started to internally panic. When he explained to you that you were being let go, you held it together—the shock of being randomly let go when you had been with the job for years. He explained to you that there were some complaints from customers about you and that he needed to let you go so they could keep business with them. You thought it was bullshit, knowing that every interaction you have had throughout the years you’ve been with them, but you knew not to argue. You grabbed all your stuff out of your work locker that you had left in there and stormed out of the building as the tears started to form. You didn’t want to bug Shauna or Lottie, but you had no one to turn to. You sat on the bench outside as you started to cry, trying your best to unlock your phone before pulling up the group chat.

You I hate to bug you, but I was just fired randomly and I don’t know what to do.

You put the stuff from your locker into your backpack that you brought with you every day, finally calming down just enough to be able to focus on that. As soon as your stuff was put away, you got a response.

Lottie: Our driver is on his way to get you from work; you’ll be coming over to our place.

You texted her thank you, putting your phone away and trying your best to calm down before he got there. You were upset, unsure of what you were going to do now that you had no job. With you being so upset, you hadn’t even realized that you never told them where you worked.

The driver pulled up ten minutes later, and when you got into the back, the ride was silent as you sniffled, wishing you knew what was being complained about. You tried your best to stay calm, not wanting to bother Shauna or Lottie with your crying when you got there. The ride wasn’t as long as you thought it was going to be. Their house was the biggest you’ve ever seen, and their driveway was the longest you were ever going to go up. A three-story house—you were still in awe when their driver typed in the code to open the gate.

When he drove up the driveway, you were surprised to see Lottie in her robe, standing on the porch. She looked so pretty, even first thing in the morning. Their driver got out and opened the door for you, giving you a small smile as you slowly made your way up the steps.

“Wow, your house is amazing, Lottie,” You commented, putting your backpack on your shoulder.

“Well, thank you.” Lottie smiled, opening the door and letting you go in first.

You couldn’t help but look around as Lottie led you to the large living room. You took a deep breath, a little overwhelmed with how big the room was. They had pictures of both of them together all over, as well as paintings that you knew were expensive. You stood in place awkwardly, unsure of what to do as Lottie sat down next to Shauna.

“Come join,” Shauna said, putting her book down on the table in front of her. “What happened?”

You did as you were told, quickly moving to the couch before sitting in between them. You took a deep breath, rubbing your hands on both of your thighs.

“I walked in, and my boss told me he got some complaints from customers that he couldn’t lose, and so he had to let me go.” You said, wiping your eyes.

“You don’t have to try and hold your tears in; you’re upset, and you have every right to be,” Shauna said, placing her hand on your thigh. You flinched a little, not expecting her to do it.

“Shauna’s right, you’re allowed to cry, and we’re here for anything you need.” Lottie added, placing her hand on your other thigh.

You brought your head down into your hands, crying harder than you had in a long time. You missed the looks they were giving each other—a smirk plastered on their faces that quickly went away when you looked away.

“My rent is due in three days; I’m so screwed.” You coughed, reaching to grab a tissue that was on the coffee table.

“Well, we have two options we can do to help.” Shauna informed you, taking her hand off your thigh so she could move so she was fully facing you.

“How?” You asked as Shauna brought her hands up to your face, using her thumbs to wipe the tears from your eyes gently.

“You can move in with us; here you would be able to do whatever you want, and you wouldn’t have to pay for anything.” Shauna explained.

“I don’t—“ you began, but Lottie cut you off.

“Or, we can pay for your rent, but that doesn’t come for free.” Lottie sighed, moving her hand further up your thigh. “And I know you’re wanting to take things slow with us, but you’ve really backed us up into a corner, baby.”

“I don’t want you thinking that I’m using you.” You admit. “That’s not why I want to be with you two.”

Shauna rolled her eyes. “I don’t think you’re wanting to use either of us. Besides, we’re the ones wanting to spend money on you.”

You nodded, taking a deep breath as you tried to make a decision. You weren’t sure what to do—on one hand, you had to pack up all your things and leave, but on the other, you weren’t sure what they wanted in return. You looked up to see Shauna staring at you, and you didn’t even need to look at Lottie to know that she was too.

“How about Shauna and I do some things we need to get done, and you can watch some TV and relax, and we’ll give you a good hour to think about it? Okay?” Lottie suggested, looking at Shauna before they both got up from the couch.

“Okay, thank you,” you whispered as Shauna handed you both remotes.

You turned on the TV just as they left the room, knowing that they would come back looking for an answer. If your rent wasn’t due so soon, you would just quickly get another job, but you had no time, and you weren’t going to get paid for another week. You didn’t back them into a corner—no, you were backed up into a corner.

You put on some movie that you could care less about before pulling your phone out. You wanted more than an hour to think, but after thirty minutes, you finally made a decision.

You took a deep breath when you realized it’s been an hour, flinching when they came back into the room. You kept your eyes glued to the TV, wanting to pretend that you hadn’t noticed that they came back into the room. It obviously didn’t work, as Shauna stormed in front of you.

“Well? What’s your answer?” Shauna asked as Lottie moved so she was sitting down next to you.

“Shauna,” Lottie spoke up, placing her hand on your thigh. “Give her a chance to speak, please.”

“I’ll move in with you; the only thing is that I’d have to get boxes and such for all my stuff and—” You began, but Lottie cut you off.

“We’ve already got that covered; movers will be here to get your keys, and they’ll bring all your stuff here, and I’m assuming that you were also about to ask if you could have your own room so you could have space; the answer is yes.”

You felt your face heat up. “Thank you.”

Lottie gave you a small smile, rubbing your thigh, “Of course, we want to help you.”

When the movers got there, you gave them your keys as you tried your best not to cry as you watched them drive away.

“Can… Can I see my room? Your house is so big, I feel like I might get lost.” You laughed.

“Yes, of course.” Lottie said, holding her hand out for you to take.

You took it, and the three of you made your way up to the top floor. You were amazed with how big the place was when it was just the two of them there. Lottie and Shauna walked you down the hall, stopping at a bedroom that had no door.

“This will be your room. I know there’s no door, but we’ll get you one as soon as we’re not busy.” Lottie informed you. “We also got you a queen-sized bed and your own TV, especially for nights when Shauna and I are busy with work. You’re free to roam; we have a great entertainment system in the basement and a great pool and hot tub outside.”

“The only thing we don’t want you doing is going into our bedroom unless we tell you to come in there, but that will be for a later time when you’re comfortable.” Shauna said, walking into your room.

You followed her, unsure of what to say about everything—it was too much to process all at once. You noticed the large dog cage next to the bed, and you turned to look at both of them with a confused look on your face.

“We used to have a dog, and we never got around to getting rid of the crate.” Shauna explained.

You thought it was a little weird that they didn’t at least move it outside or even in a storage closet, but as you got closer to it, it looked brand new with a new dog bed inside of it. You moved to sit on your new bed. It was the softest bed you had ever sat in, and you couldn’t wait to sleep on it. It was a lot better than the one you had in your apartment.

“We’ll give you some time to get comfortable; we’ll have the movers bring all your stuff to your room when they get here.” Lottie said, leading Shauna out of your room.

You laid down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about the past few hours. This whole thing was stressing you out, and you couldn’t help but wish you just took the other option to get it over with, but you knew you would have regretted it.

You closed your eyes, suddenly feeling tired as the stress of the day finally hit you.

When you woke up, you were surprised to see all of your stuff in your new bedroom. Boxes and boxes were neatly stacked up on top of each other and against the wall. You climbed out of the bed, moving out of the room to see that there were more boxes in the hallways. As you looked into their room, you gasped when you saw that the door was open and Shauna was on her knees. Her head was between Lottie’s legs, and you rushed back into your room just as the taller woman moaned.

You climbed back into bed, getting under the covers this time as the image of Shauna getting Lottie off was running through your head. You took a deep breath, slipping your hand in your pants. You rubbed your clit through your underwear as lightly as you could for a few seconds before pushing them to the side. You felt your face heat up as you felt how wet you were just from seeing them.

“Fuck,” you whispered, slipping a finger into yourself.

You bit your lip hard, trying your best to keep yourself quiet. You added a second finger, fucking yourself roughly as you imagined Shauna between your legs. You didn’t want to rush anything with them, but with you being so stressed and seeing what you did, you needed something.

You brought your free hand up to your mouth, covering it so you weren’t so loud, remembering that your room had no door to shut. You whined as you slid a second finger in. You whined; the image of them getting each other off while you were in the next room made you come. You pulled your hand out of your pants, and you brought your fingers to your mouth. You sucked on them as you pulled the blanket off you, suddenly growing hot, but you screamed around them when you saw both Shauna and Lottie in the doorway.

“I—” you began, after you pulled your fingers out of your, but Shauna cut you off.

“No, don’t stop just because we’re standing here.” Shauna said, crossing her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. “You didn’t have a problem watching us when you didn’t think we noticed.”

You felt your face heat up, realizing that they did see you. However, you weren’t purposely watching them; you went to ask them where the bathroom was since they both forgot to show you.

“Is that why you rushed back in here? So you can get yourself off when you’ve told us you didn’t want to rush anything?” Lottie questioned.

You shook your head. “What—Lottie, no? Am I not allowed to make myself come? I’ve had a stressful day.”

You weren’t sure what the big deal was, especially since you weren’t even watching them for that long. Shauna glared at Lottie, who frowned, but she made her way to your bed. Lottie sat on the edge where she was closer to you, pulling the blanket off you.

“You do realize what this is telling us, right?” Lottie sighed, placing her hand on your thigh. When you shook your head, she continued. “It looks like you’re playing games with us, and I can’t stand that feeling, but that makes Shauna really angry. I know you didn’t know that, and I’d hate for us to start this off on the wrong foot.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I promise.” You said, hoping that they would drop the subject.

“Okay, thank you.” Lottie said, rubbing your thigh. “Now let’s get some of your stuff unpacked, and we’ll order some dinner.”

You nodded, realizing that you had been asleep for a few hours.

You had been living with Shauna and Lottie for a month now, and since the last incident, things have been great. You made sure not to touch yourself, even if they had left you home alone for hours. You wished you didn’t have to do that, but you never wanted Shauna to look at you the way she did again.

Shauna and Lottie were going to be in a meeting, so you decided to call Melissa to see how she was doing. You hung out with her a week ago, but you needed to do something. When she didn’t answer you, you turned on the TV, hoping there was something you could watch. Lottie had recently bought you a few movies for you to watch when they were busy or when they had some time if you wanted them to join you. Just as you put the disc into the Blu-ray player, Lottie appeared at your door. She gave you a sympathetic smile before she made her way into your room—she sat down next to you on the edge of the bed.

“You know, you’ve been here for a whole month now,” Lottie commented, placing her hand on your thigh.

You nodded, “Yeah, I have, and I’ve appreciated everything the two of you have done for me, really.”

Lottie stayed quiet for a few minutes, moving her hand up your thigh. “Well, I know you don’t want to rush anything, but why don’t we do something special tonight? Shauna and I have been working so much, and we would love to at least… play with you a bit. We won’t do anything you’re uncomfortable with, I promise.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “I’m okay with doing some things tonight.”

Lottie smiled, leaning in and kissing your cheek, shifting in her spot so she could kiss your jaw, and when her lips touched your neck, you whimpered. She sucked on the skin, causing you to whine as you tried to pull away from her. Lottie wrapped her arms around you, holding you in place as she continued.

“Please,” you whispered.

You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but as soon as you said it, Lottie pulled away. She ran her fingers on the spot, smirking as she did it.

“The sounds you make are so cute,” Lottie hummed before she got up from her seat. “Shauna’s still in the meeting, but if you want to join me downstairs, you can.”

“I need to use the bathroom, but I’ll meet you downstairs.” You told her as you turned off the TV.

Lottie nodded, “Sounds good.”

You went to the bathroom, trying to calm down. Lottie had made you desperate, and with her downstairs and Shauna in a meeting, you could get away with getting yourself off. It had been a month since you did it, and because you weren’t ready to do things with them, you hadn’t done anything to yourself either. You needed something now, and it wouldn’t take too long; you were sure of it. As you slipped your hand into your pants—finally giving in to your needs—you jumped as you heard a knock on the door. You weren’t sure as to why, especially since there were three other bathrooms, not including the one you were in.

“Open up,” Shauna yelled as she continued to bang on the door.

You pulled your hand out of your pants and rushed to the door. When you opened it, you were taken aback as Shauna pushed you against the counter.

“So you let Lottie touch you, but not me?” Shauna accused, wrapping her hand around your throat. “Why’s that? Hm?”

You tried to shake your head, but with Shauna’s hand on your throat, you couldn’t move it well. Your eyes widened as she squeezed as she saw red. You tried to pry her hand off you, digging your nails into her wrist.

“This is how it’s going to go from now on, and you’re going to fucking listen, or you will be on the streets. No more of this ‘I want to take things slow’ since you’re letting Lottie touch you while I’m busy working. You will do what we say, when we say it, and if you don’t, well…” Shauna trailed off, moving her hand from your throat.

You flinched as she caressed your cheek, smirking when she noticed that you were terrified. “I’ve been extra patient for you because Lottie wanted me to be, but that’s not happening anymore because you decided to be a fucking slut with Lottie.”

“All she did was suck on my neck and put her hand on my thigh! That’s all, I swear, Shauna; I don’t want to do anything without you!” You cried out, trying your best to get her to listen.

“Maybe we should kick you out. You have nothing, and you’ll be on the streets. Then you’ll see that you made a big mistake.” Shauna snapped.

You cried out as she slapped you in the face, holding you up as your knees buckled at how hard she hit you. Shauna hit you again, but this time in your stomach—as much as it hurt, you were thankful it wasn’t as bad as the slap to the face.

“Collect yourself and put on the outfit Lottie bought you last night. We’re having a few guests, and I want you on your best behavior, and I want you to look your best.” Shauna stated, her voice cold, and it made you sick to your stomach.

Lottie never mentioned that there were people coming over, but you didn’t care at the moment. You turned to look at yourself in the mirror, wanting nothing more than to curl up into a ball and cry yourself to sleep. You knew you couldn’t do it, so you washed your face and hands before you went into your room to change. You had already taken a shower in the morning, so you put on the outfit. It wasn’t something you usually wore, but after what Shauna had done to you, you didn’t think about even trying to say you didn’t like it.

When you were dressed, you slowly made your way downstairs with a book that Shauna had picked out for you two weeks ago when she was out of town. As soon as you made it down the stairs, you made your way through the kitchen and into the living room. Shauna gave you a loving smile, as if she hadn’t just hit you.

“Come sit, baby.” Shauna said, patting the seat down next to her.

You hesitated but did as you were told. When you sat down, Shauna brought her hand to your face, ignoring the way you flinched. She softly turned your head to face her, and when she leaned in to kiss you, you kissed her back.

“Is there anything on your wishlist you’d like? You can pick a few things.” Shauna said, looking away from you when Lottie entered the room.

“Wow, you look so pretty,” Lottie hummed, sitting on the recliner that was closer to the kitchen. “Jackie, Van, and Tai should be here in an hour.”

“We have some time to kill,” Shauna stated, causing you to freeze. “Why don’t we play with you a bit, hm?”

“Are you sure we have enough time for that?” You asked, instantly regretting it.

To your surprise, Shauna just smirked.

“We definitely have time; why don’t you pull your pants down?” Lottie breathed, slipping her own hand into her pants.

You did as you were told, wishing you didn’t have to do this now, but you knew there was no getting out of it. When your pants were around your ankles, Shauna dragged you back down onto the couch. She spread your legs, biting her lip when she noticed the wet spot on your underwear.

“Now, we have a few rules for you. Are you going to be a good girl and listen?” Lottie asked as Shauna brought her hand down between your legs.

You nodded, whimpering as she rubbed you through your underwear. Her touch was light and teasing, but you needed more.

“That’s our first rule that you just broke, baby. When we ask you something, you answer. Understood?” Shauna stated, pushing your underwear to the side.

“Yes,” you answered.

Shauna stilled her movements, and you weren’t sure why. When you gave her a confused look, she laughed. “When we’re doing things like this, you’re going to call me ‘Sir,’ and you’re going to call Lottie ‘Ma’am.’ So answer the question properly.”

“Yes, Sir. I understand.” You whispered, feeling your face heat up as Shauna slipped a finger into you.

Lottie moaned, slipping a finger into herself as she watched Shauna fuck you. As good as Shauna felt, one finger wasn’t enough for you—you needed more.

“Please, Sha—Sir, I need more.” You begged.

Shauna ignored your slip-up as she added a second finger, curling them as she began to fuck you harder. You hated how close you already were; not having touched yourself in a month made you desperate. Shauna sensed that you were close, pulling her fingers out of your pussy and shoving them into your mouth. You gagged around them, but Shauna pushed them in deeper.

“You’ll get to come later tonight if you’re a good girl, don’t worry.” Lottie let out a breathy laugh; she was close to coming.

When Shauna pulled her fingers out of your mouth, Lottie came with a cry. She added a third finger as she rode out her orgasm, pulling her hand out of her pants when she was too sensitive.

“Pull your pants back up and come here.” Lottie instructed.

You did as you were told, standing up and pulling them up before rushing over to Lottie. The last thing you wanted to do was keep her waiting, knowing that it could affect if you were going to come or not. Lottie put the recliner down when you were standing in front of her, raking her eyes down your body before she said anything.

“Knees, puppy.” Lottie instructed, her voice softer than what it had been.

“Please don’t call me that.” You snapped, but Lottie looked past you.

You panicked, moving onto your knees as quickly as you could, not wanting to make Shauna angry like you did earlier. Lottie grabbed the collar of your shirt to hold you in place before bringing her wet fingers to your lips. You opened your mouth, accepting her fingers into your mouth. She wasn’t as rough as Shauna, allowing you to get used to her fingers.

“We will call you any name we want to call you, got it, puppy?” Lottie teased, pushing her fingers deeper into your mouth.

You gagged, but Lottie ignored it. “Say it, say, ‘I’m mommy and daddy’s puppy.’ Go on, do it.”

You tried your best to say it around her fingers, gagging louder as Lottie pushed her fingers almost down your throat. When Lottie pulled them out of your mouth, she wiped them on the armrest of her recliner.

“Such a good girl,” Lottie praised, watching you shift in place on your knees. “You can move back to sit next to Shauna if you’d like.”

You got up and made your way back to Shauna—you sat down as Shauna handed you her phone. “Go on, order the stuff you want before our guests get here.”

You grabbed her phone, and when you looked through your wishlist, you picked out five things. They were small stuff, but you knew you could make use of everything. Shauna looked over what was in your cart, rolling her eyes before hitting pay.

“Thank you, Shauna,” you said. “I appreciate it.”

Shauna leaned in and kissed you, a smirk on her face as she pulled away.

“It’s the least I could do.” Shauna paused just as the doorbell rang all throughout the house. “They’re here!”

Lottie went back into the kitchen as Shauna went to the front door. You sat up straight, trying your best to act as if you hadn’t just been edged. You greeted their friends with a smile as they said hello to you. You watched as they made their way into the kitchen for drinks and to greet Lottie, who was cooking dinner for everyone.

You opened your book, suddenly feeling out of place with them there, looking up when someone sat down next to you. She was pretty, but before you could say anything, Shauna sat down on the recliner that Lottie was sitting at before they showed up.

“This is Jackie, and Tai and Van are still in the kitchen, but Lottie and I have known them since we were kids.” Shauna explained.

You nodded, turning to Jackie and smiling, “It’s nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you too.” Jackie smiled back. “Now, I’ve heard good things about you. Why don’t you tell me about yourself?”

You told Jackie about yourself, and when the others joined, you got shy. You weren’t sure as to why, but thankfully Shauna started talking, and you didn’t have to any longer. Before dinner was done, Tai had gotten a call that she and Van needed to be at their office because of an emergency, telling you that they enjoyed meeting you.

“You’re staying, Jax, right?” Shauna asked.

“I am.” Jackie nodded, taking a sip of her wine. “So tell me, how are your companies doing?”

You looked at both Lottie and Shauna, realizing they never really told you what they do or what their companies are for. Now that you were intrigued, you put your book down, wanting to give them your full attention now. You noticed the glare Shauna glared at you.

“It’s going great, really, but we can’t really discuss it with you.” Shauna smirked. “But you knew this.”

Jackie laughed, “I had to try; I couldn’t help it.”

Lottie rolled her eyes. “Anyway, would you want some more wine?”

Jackie shook her head. “No, thank you, but I’d love a glass of water.”

Shauna looked at you. “Go get our guest a glass of water.”

You jumped up from your spot, not wanting to keep Jackie waiting. You knew that if you did, Shauna would get angry, considering it seemed that she was closer to Jackie than Lottie was.

In the kitchen, you grabbed a clean glass and you poured some water into it, silently hoping that as soon as Jackie left, they would want to go to bed. You wanted space, being overwhelmed with the whiplash they had both given you.

Before you could leave the kitchen, Shauna was in there with you. You froze in place, setting the glass on the counter as she stormed to you. She stood in front of you, trapping you against the counter—you waited for her to tell you what she wanted, but she just stayed in place. You took a deep breath, hoping that would give her the hint to leave you alone.

“Lottie had told me something very interesting while Jackie went to the bathroom. I’m guessing you know what it is?” Shauna stated.

You couldn’t contain the confused look on your face, unsure as to what she was hinting at. You wanted to ask, but you knew she was going to get irritated with you. She would claim you were playing dumb, and Shauna would punish you for it.

“Shauna—I don’t—“ you began, but when she grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, you stopped.

“Why are you looking at Jackie like you want her to fuck you the moment I leave the room?” Shauna snapped.

You tried your best to push her away from you, wanting to get some space between the two of you. This didn’t work—instead, all it did was make Shauna angrier.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” Shauna pushed, moving closer to you.

“I was never looking at Jackie like that at all!” You whimpered, causing her to smirk.

“So you’re calling Lottie a liar?” Shauna asked, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head, “No, But—“

Shauna cut you off with a harsh slap to your face. You brought your hand up to hold your cheek as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

“Then what?” Shauna snapped. When you didn’t respond, she slapped you across the face. “What? Me hitting you made you stupid?”

You shook your head as you brought your hand back up to your face. “I don’t like when you hit me…”

Shauna smirked, not bothering to hide that she found it funny. She moved your hand away from your face before she leaned in and kissed you on your cheek.

“Then behave, and I won’t have to hit you.” Shauna sighed.

When she brought her hand up to your face, you flinched, earning a laugh from Shauna. You needed to get out of the kitchen, feeling as if the room was closing in on you despite how big it was. After a few moments of staring you down and giving you no room to breathe, Shauna pulled away from you.

“Go give Jackie her water; you’ve been making her wait too long for it.” Shauna stated.

You held in your frustrated sigh, knowing that if you tried to say that Shauna kept you in the kitchen, she would get even angrier with you. You knew you didn’t do anything wrong, but in Shauna’s eyes, you did everything wrong.

When Jackie left, you sat on the couch awkwardly, unsure of what to say or do. You wanted to go to your room and watch something, but you knew that wasn’t what they had in mind. So as Shauna and Lottie stood in the kitchen and laughed, both having wine glasses in their hands. Although they had other plans for you, you contemplated risking it—wanting to go up to your room and relax after the stressful day you just had. Finally, after a few minutes of thinking, you made your decision. You got up and made your way to the entrance of the kitchen, taking a deep breath before you spoke up.

“I’m going to head to bed… I’m tired.”

Before you could turn around and head upstairs, Shauna was on you before you could say no. She grabbed you by the shirt and pulled you back into the kitchen. Lottie sighed, sitting down at the counter as she watched Shauna pull you with no problem.

“Now, I think you owe us something tonight, I believe.” Lottie said as she put her glass down on the counter.

You swallowed, feeling as if you couldn’t breathe again. You wished you hadn’t responded to their message a month ago now, considering how they were treating you. Shauna pulled you close to her chest.

“Go upstairs, and I want you to get naked in our bed. You can pick whatever position you want to be in, but you better be naked.” Shauna whispered.

Before you could respond, Shauna pushed you away from her. You stumbled but caught yourself rather quickly. You ignored their looks as you rushed out of the kitchen and up the stairs to their room. You pulled your shirt off, not wanting to waste any time, knowing that Shauna would be angry if they walked in on you fully clothed.

You took the rest of your clothes off, throwing them to the side before climbing onto the bed. You had your back against the headboard, keeping your legs closed as you waited for them to come upstairs. You watched the clock as minutes passed, unsure of when they were planning to come up—or if they forgot about you. When half an hour passed by, you sighed, growing frustrated with how they were keeping you waiting. You could have been asleep by now; instead, you were lying around, waiting for them to come upstairs. Finally, after an hour of waiting, they finally entered their room. Shauna looked angry again, but you weren’t sure as to why she was this time.

“I’m so glad that you listened to Shauna,” Lottie admitted. “She just got off a call with one of our workers, and she’s in an extra sour mood. I would have felt so bad for you if you hadn’t listened.”

You winced at her tone—it was laced with sarcasm, and you felt as if she was a little disappointed that you did obey Shauna. You took a deep breath, squeezing your thighs together as you watched Shauna unbuckle her belt. She kept eye contact with you, and when Shauna didn’t put the belt down, you grew nervous again.

“I want you to bend over the bed in front of me.” Shauna instructed.

You stayed in your spot, unable to move as Lottie made her way next to Shauna. You shook your head, not wanting Shauna to hurt you even more.

“Please, Shauna, please, I don’t—“ You began but stopped yourself when Shauna made her way to you.

You put your hands up to defend yourself, but when Shauna grabbed you by the neck, you cried out. She dragged you off the bed and towards the end of the bed. Shauna bent you over the end of the bed, causing you to whimper at how rough she was being.

“You need to understand something now, and I need you to understand it quickly. When Lottie or I tell you to do something, you do it. No hesitation or anything, got it?” Shauna snapped, raking her nails down your back.

“I—yes, I got it.” You stuttered, squeezing your eyes shut.

You waited for her to bring her belt down on your ass, but when it never came, you opened your eyes and turned to look at Shauna. She stood there, staring down at you as if she had zoned out. Lottie tapped her on her shoulder before she helped Shauna out of her shirt, and you couldn’t help but look at how good her body looked. You watched as Lottie reached from behind Shauna and unzipped her pants, helping her pull them down to reveal the strapon she had been wearing. You assumed that she put it on when they told you to go upstairs and wait for them, and that’s why it took them so long to come up.

“I think you deserve at least thirty spanks with my belt for the shit you’ve been pulling,” Shauna stated, causing you to whimper. You weren’t even sure if you could take five, let alone thirty, of them.

“I don’t… Shauna, I don’t know if I could even take that many.” You admit, hoping that she would at least lower the number to half.

“Is that what you call me when we do this? Or are you too fucking stupid to remember what I said hours ago?” Shauna snapped, bringing the belt down hard on the back of your thighs.

You screamed out in pain, but Shauna didn’t stop there. She continued to bring the belt down against you, alternating from the back of your thighs to your ass—not giving you any time to adjust. You began to cry harder than you ever had, unsure of how much you could take.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” you whimpered, gripping the bedsheets so hard they came undone. “I’m sorry I called you the wrong name; it won’t happen again.”

Shauna stopped, leaning over you so her body weight was holding you against the bed. She hummed, bringing her mouth to your ear.

“Good, because it’ll be your pretty little cunt I’ll be bruising with my belt next.” Shauna said, nibbling on your earlobe.

After a few minutes, Shauna finally got off you. “I want you to count these, and if you mess up, we’ll be starting over, and there will be no stopping until we finish. Understood?”

You nodded, gripping the sheets harder to brace yourself. “I understand, Sir.” You whispered.

You steadied your breath, trying your best to relax when you knew it was coming. Your ass and thighs were sore from her spanking you with the belt a few minutes ago.

To your surprise, Shauna brought the belt down lightly, “One.” You whimpered.

Although it was light, it still hurt your already sore skin. Shauna didn’t say anything in response, so you assumed that she was satisfied. Shauna brought down the belt three more times on your ass this time. You cried out the numbers, making sure that you remembered to count.

Finally, when Shauna hit you again, you cried out, “Thirty!” You were unable to stop yourself from crying—nose running on their sheets as your lip started to quiver. All you wanted to do was go into your bedroom and cry yourself to sleep. You flinched as you heard Shauna drop the belt, unsure of what she was going to do next.

“You took that so well, baby,” Lottie praised, coming closer to you and rubbing the small of your back. “Your punishment is almost over.”

You sniffled, “Almost?”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, hating that what Shauna did to you was just the beginning. You wiped your eyes as fresh tears began to fall as you waited for what was next.

“Yes, almost,” Lottie sighed, her voice filled with faux sympathy. You were too upset and out of it to recognize that she wasn’t being kind. “You’ve been such a bad girl lately, we hate that we have to punish you like this. But this is all your fault, and you need to understand that.”

You sniffled again, trying to make sense of everything. Lottie continued to rub your back, causing you to wince when she touched your ass softly. “I want you to tell me that this is all your fault.”

Before you could say anything, Lottie moved you so you were lying on your back. You noticed that Shauna was out of the room, but your attention was back on Lottie when she moved in between your legs.

“Tell me.” Lottie pushed. “Or does Daddy have to come and use the belt on you again?”

You shook your head, “It’s my fault, Mommy.”

Lottie hummed, “What’s your fault, baby?”

“That…” You trailed off, trying your best to remember why you were being punished. You couldn’t remember—too overwhelmed with everything that was happening. So you took a deep breath, wiping your eyes before speaking up again. “It’s my fault that Daddy had to hurt me.”

Lottie smirked, “Good girl. When Daddy comes back, you’ll get your second punishment.”

You were worried that she was going to take as long as last time, shifting in your spot as it became uncomfortable to lie on your back. You flinched as you watched Shauna walk back into the room.

“I had to grab some lube,” Shauna stated, looking at Lottie instead of you. “I think I know how I want to punish the puppy even more.”

You gave her a confused look, hating how she was talking as if you weren’t naked in the room with them. You took a deep breath as you watched her make her way over to you, only stopping when she was between your legs.

“I think tonight, puppy, we’re going to ignore this pussy of yours.” Shauna stated, running a finger through your folds. “How does that sound?”

“Please, Daddy, I’ve never…” You trailed off, too embarrassed to say the full thing.

Shauna smirked, pushing your legs further apart as she got closer to you. You whined as the strapon rubbed against your pussy—without thinking, you began to grind against it.

“Oh? You’ve never been fucked in that pretty ass of yours?” Shauna asked, “Are you lying?”

You shook your head. “No—no, I’m not, and I don’t want to be fucked there.”

Shauna laughed, causing your eyes to widen. She grabbed the base of the toy, rubbing the head of it through your folds before rubbing it against your clit. You whined, needing more than what she was giving you.

“You took your first part of your punishment so good, it’s a shame you just won’t let me do this… Now we have to go back to part one, and this time, I’ll be spanking you 60 times on this pretty pussy of yours.”

You shook your head, “Please, please don’t. I’ll let you fuck my ass… Just please, no more of the belt. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Good girl, you made the right choice.” Shauna stated. “For that, I’ll be as gentle as I can… Now get on all fours at the edge of the bed here.”

You hesitated but did as you were told. You slowly made it on all fours, whimpering as Shauna pushed you down so you were lower. Taking a deep breath as Shauna grabbed the bottle of lube and opened it, causing you to shake in fear.

“Please be gentle, Daddy.” You pleaded, making sure that she was going to keep her word.

“Hm…” Shauna contemplated.

Lottie crawled onto the bed so she was sitting near your head. She held your head in place on the mattress as Shauna began to lube up two of her fingers. You whined, feeling the wetness of said fingers push against your entrance.

“You’re such a good puppy, taking your punishment so good!” Lottie praised you, making you feel sick to your stomach.

Shauna pushed the tip of her pointer finger inside of you, and you squeezed your eyes shut. From what you were told about anal, you needed to relax as best as you could so it wasn’t as painful for you. You hated how easier said than done it was as she fucked the tip of her finger in and out of you.

“Please,” you whimpered, needing this to be over with as soon as possible. “I can’t do it, please, Daddy. Please stop.”

Shauna glared at you as she shoved the rest of her finger inside of you, causing you to scream out in pain. She fucked you with it for a few minutes, wanting you to get used to the feeling before she began to add the second finger into you.

“No, you fucking whore.” Shauna snapped. “You don’t get to change your mind while my fingers are inside of you.”

Lottie wiped your tears as new ones began to fall, only stopping to get the hair off your face.

“Since you can’t make up your mind, you’re not getting any more lube from me.” Shauna stated, pulling out her fingers slightly just to push them back in with a third finger.

You screamed out loud, causing Lottie to flinch. She was quick to hold you in place, not wanting you to be able to pull away. Shauna continued to fuck you with her three fingers, ignoring your begging and whimpering for her to stop as she stretched you out. You wished she would use more lube, but you knew that asking for more would be useless.

You wished that you didn’t download that app Melissa suggested, and you wished that you never reached out to them. You bit your lip hard as she pulled her fingers out of your ass at a slow pace.

“I think you’re ready for my cock now, huh, baby?” Shauna asked.

You were too far gone to realize that she was talking to you, but before you could respond, Shauna brought her hand down on your sore ass.

“I’m ready,” you snapped. “But please, don’t do that again.”

Shauna sighed, and you knew she was rolling her eyes. “I don’t think you’re in any fucking position to make any demands.” She snapped, bringing her hand down on your ass again.

You whimpered, unable to speak as the pain began again. Shauna ignored the noises you were making, lining up the tip of the strapon to your asshole. You took a deep breath, trying your best to relax yourself as best as you could. You knew it was going to hurt no matter what, but you had to try and relax yourself.

Shauna pushed the tip into your ass, surprisingly at a slow pace. Lottie played with your hair, trying to comfort you in a way that was not helping. You had your eyes squeezed shut to notice the look they were giving each other. Not even hearing Shauna open the bottle of lube to pour some onto the rest of the strapon as the tip stayed in place inside of you.

Shauna pushed the rest of the toy inside of you, giving you a few minutes to adjust to the size. Lottie hummed, rubbing between your shoulder blades to try and keep you calm.

“It hurts,” you wept, unable to relax. “I don’t like this.”

Shauna slapped your ass. “I really don’t care if you like it or not.”

Shauna began to fuck you at a rough pace, grabbing your hips so hard, you knew she was going to leave bruises.

“Fuck, for someone who sure doesn’t want this, your cunt’s so wet.” Shauna snapped her hips.

You gripped the sheets so hard, you pulled them off the corners. You wanted her to be done, unsure as to how much longer you were going to be able to handle the pain any longer. You felt as if you were being split in two, the pain coursing through your body as she picked up her pace.

“No, really, Lot, she’s making such a fucking mess on the bed.” Shauna scoffed.

“Aw, baby.” Lottie hummed, pulling your head up so she could see your face fully before she continued, “Is Daddy making you feel too good? You’re too embarrassed to admit it?”

“No—“ you began, but Lottie slapped you across the face to cut you off. New tears fell from your face at the sting—your skin feeling on fire everywhere as Shauna’s thrusts grew sloppy.

“I’m going to come,” Shauna said through gritted teeth. She leaned over you, biting your shoulder as hard as she could, drawing blood. You winced as you felt her run her tongue over the bite, knowing that she was licking the blood. “I want you to beg me to come; say: ’Daddy, I want you to come while you fuck me. Please, please, please.’ Go on, do it.”

You hated the thought of saying that, but you knew you had no choice in the matter. You took a deep breath as Lottie continued to hold you in place. As she raised her hand to hit you again, you whimpered.

“Please, Daddy, please come; I want you to come while you fuck me. Please do it.” You begged, squeezing your eyes shut to prepare for Lottie hitting you.

Shaun bit you again, fucking into your ass harder as she slid a hand underneath you. She rubbed at your clit, laughing against your skin.

“Fuck,” Shauna groaned, coming as she slid a finger inside of you.

Shauna fucked you through her orgasm, only stopping when she was finished. She slowly pulled out of you, surprisingly careful given what she had just done to you. She tapped your ass lightly, but it still hurt you.

“You do know why we had to do this, right?” Shauna asked as Lottie helped move you so you were sitting on the edge of the bed with your bruised ass. You winced but nodded, not wanting to make Shauna angry again now that she seemed calmer than before.

“Yes, Sir, I understand why…” You whimpered, flinching as Lottie got off the bed. “Can—can I have some water?”

“Of course you can,” Shauna sighed, sitting down next to you. You flinched as she placed her hand on your thigh—you were surprised that she just kept her hand in place. “Tomorrow Lottie has to go into the office, so you and I can spend some time together, and I’d love to buy you some outfits.”

You took a deep breath. “I was hoping that I could go visit my friend Melissa tomorrow. I haven’t seen her in so…”

You trailed off when you saw that Shauna’s smile turned into a frown. You were quick to correct yourself. “But if you’d rather spend time together, that’s what we’ll do!”

You smiled, hoping that Shauna wouldn’t be too angry with what you had said. You watched her face relax once more, making you feel better, and before Shauna could say anything, Lottie walked back in with a glass of water.

“Thank you, Lot,” you said, giving her a small smile before you chugged your water. You hadn’t realized how dry your mouth was, too focused on how much pain you were in. “I appreciate it, and I’m so sorry to both of you. I didn’t mean to look at Jackie that way. I want both of you, not her.”

Shauna tapped your thigh. “Good girl, because if you do that again, I won’t be as nice.”

Your eyes widened in fear at the thought, realizing that what she had done to you was her being nice. You suddenly felt as if the room was closing in on you, handing the empty glass back to Lottie before wrapping your arms around Shauna.

“I… I need you, Daddy.” You cried, fresh tears falling.

“What do you need, baby, and don’t you dare say that you need to come because that’s not happening tonight.” Shauna stated, her voice firm as she rubbed your back.

You shook your head, pulling back so you could look at Shauna. “Can… Can I sleep with you and Mommy tonight?”

Shauna hummed, “Yes, you can.”

Lottie had left after you had handed her your empty cup, but you were too busy paying attention to Shauna. Although she had forced you into doing something you didn’t want to do, you couldn’t help but want to be near her. Shauna didn’t seem to mind; in fact, she seemed to embrace it.

You yawned, stretching before Shauna got off the bed. She helped you up and into their bathroom—Shauna cleaned you up, gently using a washcloth to wipe your thighs and then your asshole. You flinched, feeling a sharp pain as she wiped you roughly.

“I’d put lotion on your ass, but you don’t really deserve that, do you?” Shauna asked.

You shook your head, looking at yourself in the mirror as she was crouching down to clean you up. “No, Sir. I don’t deserve it.” You said quietly, trying your best not to cry.

Shauna stood up, pushing herself up against you. “Good girl. Now go get some pajamas from your room and come back to ours. I’ve got to clean my strapon.”

Shauna pulled away, giving you enough space so you could leave the bathroom. She watched you walk out of the bathroom, smiling to herself, thankful that it wasn’t that hard to convince you to move in with them. You were never going to leave them, no matter how hard you tried.

When you were in your pajamas, you made your way to their room. To your surprise, Shauna was still in the bathroom while Lottie had her head in her hands. You weren’t sure what was wrong, but as you approached her, you stayed quiet.

“Hey, baby,” Lottie said, turning her attention to you. “We can climb into bed, and Shauna will be in here in a bit.”

You nodded, crawling up the bed and maneuvering yourself so you were underneath the blankets. Lottie gave you a soft smile before she got off the bed.

“How’s your ass?” Lottie asked, moving the blanket so she could get in.

You frown, “Hurts.”

“Good, let that be a reminder that if you misbehave, you will be punished.” Lottie said.

You closed your eyes as she wrapped her arms around you, pulling you in as close as she could. Lottie kissed the top of your head as you began to fall asleep.

When you woke up, Lottie was gone, but Shauna’s arms were wrapped around you. You tried your best to pull away from her, needing to go to the bathroom. You slowly lifted her arm, but when Shauna pulled you closer to her, you froze.

“Why are you trying to get up?” Shauna questioned, but she didn’t sound angry. You were thankful for that—the last thing you wanted was to make her angry again.

“I have to pee; I’ll come back.” You said, grabbing her hand in yours to try and pry her arm off you again. You couldn’t hold it much longer—growing desperate, you sat up, forcing her hand off you completely.

Shauna sat up too, watching as you began to crawl out of the bed. She allowed you to walk right to the door before she spoke up once more. “I haven’t told you the rule about going to the bathroom, so get back here. Now.”

You stopped in your place—fear washing over you as you slowly turned to look at her. Shauna was now sitting at the side of the bed that was closest to you, beckoning you to come to her with her finger. You did as you were told, standing in front of her as you waited for her to inform you of her rule.

“You have a few options, and this is only my thing, seeing as Lottie is not into this.” Shauna stated, reaching out to grab your right hand in hers. “So you will text me if I’m in the office, asking if you can go. If I’m at home with you, well, you’ll either be going on me or… in my mouth. Always.”

“What?” You snapped, although you were not meaning to. You were still tired, and the pain in your stomach wasn’t helping.

“Pee, nothing else, little one.” Shauna smirked.

You relaxed a little at that, but you still weren’t sure how you felt about it. The thought alone made you uncomfortable—you hadn’t thought about going in someone’s mouth, let alone on them.

“I don’t… I can’t.” You said, before turning around and rushing to the bathroom.

You needed to go, feeling as if you were one wrong move away from accidentally going. You went, not thinking about what Shauna had said as you washed your hands. Once you dried them off, you made your way back to the bedroom. Shauna was on her phone, typing away, and you thought nothing of it as you crawled back into bed.

“You will be doing that for me whether you like it or not; you do know that, right?” Shauna said, not even bothering to look at you.

“Shauna, you already did something I expressed that I didn’t want, so can you at least give me a break with one of the things I really don’t want to do?” You pleaded, but Shauna shook her head.

“No, and you need to realize that the faster you do what we want you to do, the easier it’ll be for you.” Shauna snapped, getting up from her spot. “Now get up; I’m making us some breakfast. But because of that stunt, we’re not going shopping.”

You stayed silent as the two of you made your way downstairs, unsure as to what you were going to do now. You could have asked if you could hang out with Melissa, but you were too nervous to ask. You sat at the kitchen counter, watching as Shauna cooked breakfast. Shauna paused what she was doing, setting a timer before grabbing a glass from the cupboard. She poured water into it, and when she handed it to you, she gave you a warning look.

You took the hint, taking a rather large drink of the water before setting it back down on the counter. When the time went off, she looked at you again, and you took another large drink of it. This continued until you drank it all, but Shauna grabbed the glass and filled it up again. You drank the water as the two of you ate breakfast in silence, but when Shauna’s phone went off, a sinister smile grew on her face.

“When Lottie gets home, she has a surprise for you.” Shauna stated, putting her fork down to respond to what you assumed to be Lottie’s messages.

“Oh? What is it?” You asked before taking a bite of your food.

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you now, would it?” Shauna teased.

You frowned, “No, but… is it going to be something I like?”

“Maybe. Now drink the rest of your water so I can give you another glass.” Shauna demanded, causing you to roll your eyes.

“Please, I don’t think I can drink any more water.” You pleaded.

Shauna sighed, standing up from her seat as she made her way back to the fridge. When she opened the door, she spoke up again. “I have juice and soda. Pick something.”

You took a deep breath. “I’ll take some juice.”

Shauna grabbed the container of juice, smiling, “Good choice.”

She poured you a glass of juice before handing it to you. You drank as much as you could before you had to give yourself a break. You wiped your mouth, trying your best to finish your food now that you felt full.

“The food is delicious, thank you so much.” You smiled.

Shauna smiled back at you, grabbing your plate and the glass that had your water in it. You got up from your seat and washed your hands at the sink just as Shauna got behind you. You whimpered as she bit the back of your neck, sucking on your skin as she started to grind against your ass.

“Fuck,” you breathed, closing your eyes as you turned the water off. Shauna reached around and placed her hand on your stomach, pushing against it lightly. “I’m…”

“What? Hm?” Shauna pushed, pulling her mouth off your skin. “What is it?”

“Ass hurts still.” You whined.

Shauna hummed. “Let me help with that.”

Before you could ask what she meant, Shauna dropped down to her knees. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of your pajama pants, pulling them down slowly.

“Wow, my belt really did a number on you, huh?” Shauna commented, more to herself than to you.

You held your breath as she leaned in, biting your bruised ass cheek before turning her attention to the other one. You winced but had no time to really react as Shauna turned you around so your pussy was in her face.

“You’re so fucking wet, it’s such a shame that you don’t deserve to be touched.”

Shauna pulled away, not bothering to help you pull your pajama pants up. You huffed, pulling them up before you went back to your seat. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat as the dull ache in your stomach began.

You finished your juice, and after an hour, you needed to go. You knew it would make Shauna angry if you disobeyed her again, but what she was asking of you made you uncomfortable. You couldn’t win either outcome.

“I… I need to pee,” you admit, hating how low your voice came out. “Please don’t make me do this, sir.”

Shauna shook her head. “Stop begging me when you and I both know that you’re not getting out of this at all. Do you understand?”

“But—“ you began, but cut yourself off when Shauna raised a hand. “Can’t I have one full day before you put this rule in place? I just… you never told me this until today.”

“No. Now pick one of the two options, or I’ll pick a secret third option.” Shauna threatened, “So go on, tell me what you’re choosing.”

You squeezed your eyes shut. “Your mouth, sir.”

”Good girl!” Shauna praised, moving towards you. “Now let’s get to the guest bathroom that’s down here, and you’ll finally give me what I want.”

Shauna led you to the guest bathroom, guiding you to stand in the tub. You watched her get down on her knees in the tub with you, waiting for you to take off your pajama pants. You do just that, taking them off as quickly as you could so you could get this over with. Shauna positioned herself, waiting for you to go with her mouth open.

After a minute and nothing came out, you shook your head and sighed. “I can’t do this; I can’t.”

“Yes, you can.” Shauna pushed.

You closed your eyes and tried your best to relax as much as you could. You were ready to speak up again, planning on pleading for her to not make you do this again, when your bladder betrayed you. You started to go, opening your eyes just in time to see Shauna open her mouth to welcome the stream of your piss. You felt your face heat up, unsure of what to think as Shauna didn’t miss a single drop. You closed your eyes, not wanting to look at her any longer, although deep down you knew you were too embarrassed to look at her.

When you were done going, you got out of the bathtub as Shauna licked her lips. You felt your stomach turn, wanting to get away from her as fast as you could. Shauna took her time getting out of the bathtub, making her way over to the sink. You put your pajama pants back on as Shauna washed her face.

“I don’t want to do that ever again,” you stated, but Shauna shook her head.

“You will.” Shauna said, walking past you and out of the bathroom.

You still felt sick to your stomach, so instead of following her upstairs, you made your way to the living room that they barely used. Even after a month of living with them, you still couldn’t get used to how big their house was for just two people. Even with you there, it still felt way too big for the three of you.

You found the remote, turning on the TV that hadn’t been touched in who knows how long. Flipping through channels, you tried to find something to watch, but you couldn’t focus. You just hoped that they would give you a break when Lottie got home. You stayed on a channel that was playing some random movie, suddenly feeling tired. Lying down on the couch, you fell asleep to the movie as background noise.

You whimpered, feeling something pushing into your pussy. You opened your eyes, and although your vision was blurry, you could see that it was Shauna who was fucking you. You tried to push her off, but Shauna was too strong.

“Be a good girl and take it,” Shauna said, snapping her hips. You cried out, digging your nails into her forehead. Instead of pulling her hand away as you drew blood, Shauna moaned. “Mommy wanted a show after a hard day at work, and you’re going to give her one. Understood?”

You nodded just before Shauna turned your head to the side forcibly. Lottie was sitting on one of the chairs that was across from the couch, a glass of wine in her hand. She kept her eyes on you the whole time, even as she brought the wine glass to her mouth.

“You look so pretty with her cock in your cunt,” Lottie hummed, causing you to whine. “You’re taking Daddy’s cock so good, I might have to keep her at home so you’ll be fucked the whole time.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as you began hitting Shauna, but she didn't budge—instead, she fucked into you harder. She wrapped her hands around your neck, squeezing hard as she continued to fuck you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you began to panic. When you thought you were going to pass out, Shauna let go of your neck. You gasped, bringing one of your hands up to rub at your skin.

“Next time you hit me while I fuck you, I’m going to keep going until you pass out. Understood?” Shauna threatened, slowing down her pace.

You nodded, keeping your hand on your neck. “Yes, Sir—fuck, I understand.” You cried out, hating how your body was betraying you.

You tried to fuck yourself back against Shauna’s thrusts, but you weren’t able to do much. Shauna seemed to notice, laughing as an indicator, but didn’t say anything about it. You turned to look at Lottie, who finished up her glass before setting it down on the coffee table. Her focus was still completely on you.

“Please—I’m gonna come, please, Daddy.” You begged. You knew that if you did it without permission, Shauna would get angry.

“Don’t ask me; ask your Mommy.” Shauna said, reaching down to rub at your clit.

You let out a cry of pain when Shauna pinched your clit hard, holding your head in place with her other hand. You tried to pull away as she continued, but she was stronger than you. Shauna slowed her movements, giving you time to focus on what she had said.

“Please, Mommy, please can I come? I need it. Please, please, please,” you begged, trying your best to hold out as Shauna began fucking you hard again.

Lottie stayed silent, leaning back in her chair as she contemplated her answer. You started to cry, unable to hold yourself back any longer as Shauna finally started to rub your clit again.

“Do you want to come?” Lottie asked.

You nodded, “Yes, Ma’am. I need to.”

Lottie hummed, keeping eye contact with you before she turned her attention to Shauna for the first time since you’ve woken up. She smirked, watching Shauna focus on you.

“No, you can’t come.”

As soon as the words left Lottie’s mouth, Shauna stopped mid-thrust. You cried out, trying to pull Shauna back to you when she finally pulled out of you.

“Please, I was so close,” you began, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. You needed more, but they seemed to not care.

“I want to see her fuck your face.” Lottie admitted.

Before you could even process what she had said, Shauna pulled you off the couch. You landed on your knees hard, making you whimper. Shauna got in your face; the strapon she had just fucked you with was wet from you. You felt your face heat up as Shauna grabbed the base of the toy with one of her hands. With her free hand, Shauna grabbed you by the back of the head and forced your mouth onto the strapon. She moved the hand that was on the toy, bringing it to the side of your head to hold you in place. You brought your hands up, trying to push Shauna away so you could breathe. Shauna didn’t budge; instead, she pushed you down further on the toy. You gagged, the tears forming in your eyes as you tried to relax. You gagged again just as Shauna began fucking the toy deeper. You flinched as Lottie grabbed your hands behind your back, realizing that you didn’t hear her get up from her spot. You shifted on your knees, trying to get comfortable, but the hard wood floor was starting to hurt you.

“You can take it; be a good girl for your Daddy.” Lottie hummed, leaning in and kissing your shoulder.

You felt you were on the verge of passing out—breathing out of your nose wasn’t helping you at all. You tried one last time to relax just as Shauna picked up her pace. Lottie brought one of her hands to the back of your head. She pushed you down further onto the strapon, making Shauna stop her movements. They held you in place—the tip of the toy hitting the back of your throat. You gagged once more, trying to pull away, but Lottie kept you in place.

Shauna pushed you against her even more, your nose touching her now with the strap fully inside of your mouth. Lottie let go of your arms, and you brought them up to Shauna. Digging your nails into her skin that you could reach, you were satisfied as you heard the smallest hiss coming from her.

Shauna pulled out of your mouth, slapping you across the face quicker than you had time to process anything. You gripped your cheek and whimpered as Shauna walked away. When you went to stand up, Lottie kept you in place.

“Did anyone tell you that you could get up?” Lottie asked. “You still haven’t seen what I brought home as a surprise for you. Daddy’s going to get it.”

“Can I at least sit on the couch?” You asked, panicking when you didn’t address her properly. “Mommy?”

Lottie sighed, “No, baby. You’re not allowed on the furniture.”

When Shauna came back, she had two bags in her hands. She sat down on the chair that Lottie was on when you first woke up. Lottie stood up just so she could sit down on the couch before dragging you between her legs. You shifted in your spot so you were off your knees. Sitting down on the ground, you watched as Shauna reached her hand into the first bag. You watched her pull her hand out, and you gave her a confused look when you noticed the thing in her hand.

“You’re so cute when you’ve got that stupid look on your face,” Shauna laughed, lifting the object up to her face before continuing. “Mommy got you a collar that you’ll be wearing all day, every day.”

You swallowed, “I don’t know if I want—“

You stopped yourself when Lottie placed her hand on your shoulder, giving it a warning squeeze. You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as Shauna continued.

“You will be wearing it because puppies need collars.” Shauna smirked. “And if you misbehave, you’ll be going in that cage that’s in your room.”

“Please, I don’t want that,” you pleaded, causing Shauna to roll her eyes.

“Then behave, and we won’t have to put you in the cage.” Shauna said, “Are you ready to see the next gift Mommy brought you?”

You hesitated but nodded—you were terrified to see what was next but watched either way. She pulled out a package of diapers, and you started to shake your head.

“Quiet,” Shauna warned. “I told Mommy while you were asleep that you finally listened to me, so we’ll save those for another time when you decide to disobey me.”

“Although I was a little disappointed, it'll be worth the wait.” Lottie chimed in.

“Are you ready to see the next thing, puppy?” Shauna asked.

You weren’t ready, but you knew that if you tried to say no, that would ruin Shauna’s good mood. So you nodded, shifting in your spot. You watched her take out what looked like a tail, and when it was fully out of the bag, you realized that it was a tail.

“Well, Lottie does have great taste for buttplugs,” Shauna teased, “You’ll look so cute with this and your collar. Tell Mommy thank you.”

You turned your head to look at Lottie. “Thank—thank you.”

Lottie slapped the back of your head, hard. “Thank you, what?”

You wiped your eyes as tears formed in the corners. “Thank you, Mommy.”

You flinched as Lottie patted the top of your head. “Good puppy, now pay attention to Daddy; she’s got one more thing to show you.”

You turned your attention back to Shauna, whose hand was in the other bag already. When Shauna pulled out a package, you were confused, unable to tell exactly what it was.

“Puppy pads, for when you decide to not behave as well. But you’ll learn very quickly that Mommy and Daddy won’t put up with your brattiness, Pup.” Shauna explained.

“Can… Can I go see my friends tonight or tomorrow night? I haven’t seen them in weeks.” You stated, not bothering to look at them.

You were nervous, unsure of how they were going to react to you asking that. But you needed interaction outside of them and their friends.

“You want to hang out with your friends?” Lottie asked, her voice too soft for your comfort.

You nodded, “Please? I won’t… I won’t be out too late; I’ll come home on time. I won’t drink; I’ll just hang out and come home.”

You were desperate, hoping that your pleading would do the trick. Lottie and Shauna stayed silent, making you feel like you couldn’t breathe. You hated waiting for answers, especially with them.

“I don’t see a problem with it,” Lottie said, but flinched when Shauna cleared her throat. “Or maybe they can come here? We can order you and your friends food, and you’ll have a good time.”

Lottie shifted in her seat, but you didn’t think anything of it. You looked at Shauna, lip stuck out in a pout, in hopes that she would allow you to at least do that.

“Fine, but they stay out here with you, and the moment I think you’re trying to tell them lies, they’ll be out.” Shauna sighed. “How many friends were you thinking?”

“Melissa and Gen, possibly Mari as well…” You trailed off. “My other friends kind of stopped talking to me a few weeks ago.”

You felt like you were going to cry at the realization, but you held it in. You weren’t going to cry about something like that, not now at least. Not in front of them.

“That’s fine with us; we’ll order some pizza, and you can have some time with them.” Shauna said, watching as you started to smile.

“Thank you, Sir.” You whispered, suddenly feeling shy. You added, “Thank you, Ma’am.”

“Of course,” Lottie smiled softly.

You grab your phone off the coffee table to text them when your eyes widen at how many text messages you had gotten from Nat. You looked at both of them, trying your best to act normal as you clicked on them.

Nat: Hey, are you busy? Nat: Please? Nat: Whatever, I’m just going to block you again. Nat: Okay I’m sorry… it’s just I miss you so much. Nat: Please just… text or call me when you get a chance. I’m so sorry for everything. Nat: Are you okay?

As you went to respond, your phone was snatched out of your hand. You started to panic, unsure as to how either of them was going to react. You looked up to find Shauna reading your text messages with a straight face.

“Who the fuck is Nat?” Shauna snapped.

You put your hands up in defense, knowing that Shauna’s short fuse was going to snap sooner rather than later. You stayed quiet, waiting for Shauna to say or do something. Instead, Lottie was the one who spoke up.

“I’d answer her now, baby.”

“She’s my ex-girlfriend. I haven’t talked to her in a long time, and before you grabbed my phone, I was going to text her to tell her to leave me the fuck alone.” You snapped, growing frustrated.

Shauna looked down at you from her spot, anger written all over her face. She slapped your face, hard, as she scrolled up to read more of your text messages with Nat.

You held your cheek, unable to stop the tears from coming out this time. “I’m sorry… I just wanted to text her back and tell her to leave me alone.”

“I don’t believe you,” Shauna spat. “No one is coming over; we have to put a dumb dog in her place.”

“What? No, Shauna, I didn’t do anything wrong.” You snapped.

You didn’t mean to snap, but you really didn’t do anything wrong. Shauna ignored what you said, going back to scrolling through the text messages between you and Nat from months ago.

“Can I please have my phone back?” You asked, wanting the whole thing to be over with.

“Absolutely not,” Lottie stated.

“We pay for your phone bill now, so we have every right to check your phone.” Shauna continued. “And it’s a good thing too, since you’re trying to sneak texts to your ex who probably doesn’t give a shit about you like we do.”

You sighed in defeat, knowing that no matter what you said, Shauna wasn’t going to listen. You hated that she was right about one thing: they were paying for your phone bill. Now, they felt as if they were entitled to your privacy.

“Can I just have my phone back? This is getting ridiculous, considering I haven’t talked to her in months.” You argued, reaching out to grab your phone.

When Shauna pulled back, you stood up. You balled your hands into fists, and Shauna laughed in response.

“You better calm down; you’re not going to like what I do to you if you try to hit me.” Shauna threatened.

You stood in place but soon sat down on the couch. You knew you wouldn’t be walking away unhurt if you tried anything with either of them, so you thought the best thing to do was give up.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Begging Nat not to break up with you, you’re so stupid.” Shauna went on.

“Please stop,” You begged, but Shauna ignored you. “Please, I’ll… do anything if it means you’ll stop.”

Shauna finally looked back up at you, a smirk plastered on her face. “Anything? You’ll do anything?”

You sighed but nodded. You were embarrassed, knowing that Shauna was getting ready to read text messages out loud. Or that’s at least what you assumed was going to come next.

“Hm… I’ll keep that in mind.”

Shauna handed you your phone back, and without another word, she walked out of the room. Lottie stayed in her spot, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and turning it on. You weren’t sure what to do—stuck between wanting to get up and go to your room and staying where you were in the awkward silence.

“You can come closer to me,” Lottie teased. “I won’t hurt you.”

You already have. You thought to yourself, but you moved closer to her. She put her hand on your thigh, and when you tensed up, she shook her head and laughed.

“You get so nervous; why’s that?” Lottie asked as if she weren’t aware of the answer already.

“I’m… I’m not nervous, just tired is all.” You lied.

You weren’t tired; if anything, you felt as if you had a lot more energy than before. You weren’t sure why, but you needed to get away from her. From Shauna, too. You had feelings for them, but you wished you had seen their true colors early on.

“I think we both know that you’re not, so why don’t you tell me the truth?” Lottie pushed, but you shook your head.

“I’m telling you the truth, I swear,” you pleaded, wanting the conversation to end quickly. “I would tell you if it was something else.”

Lottie raised an eyebrow; clearly she still didn’t believe you, but she dropped the subject. “Well, if that’s the case, go upstairs and go to bed.”

You nodded, not needing to be told twice. But as you pulled your covers down, Shauna stepped into your bedroom. You didn’t notice her until you turned to climb into the bed. When you did finally see her, you jumped a little. Shauna turned her head to the side curiously as you stood in your place.

“What’re you doing?” Shauna asked.

“Going to bed, I’m tired, and Lottie told me to go upstairs and go to bed.” You informed her.

Shauna stayed quiet, not responding to what you said; instead, she walked out of your room. You climbed into the bed, not wanting to stand any longer. A part of you felt anxious with how Shauna reacted to what you had said. You hated feeling this way, but they left you no room to not.

You pulled the covers up, turning to your side when you figured that they weren’t going to bother you anymore for the night. You yawned, closing your eyes as you thought about Nat. You hated yourself for it, knowing that your time with Nat was gone and that despite how Shauna and Lottie were. You knew at the end of the day that no matter what, you were never going to be alone. You knew you were also never going to feel lonely ever again. But at what cost? You thought to yourself as you drifted off to sleep.

When you woke up, you were thankful that Shauna and Lottie had left you alone the whole night. You turned your head to look at the clock on your bedside table, and you sighed when you realized it was only seven-thirty. You couldn’t believe that you had slept all through the night but figured that your body knew you needed it. You slowly got out of bed and quietly made your way to the bathroom that was further away from their bedroom. You knew if you were caught using the bathroom, Shauna would be angry. You rushed yourself in the bathroom, peeing and then washing your hands before making your way downstairs. You were surprised to see Shauna and Lottie both at their kitchen island, a cup of coffee in Lottie’s hand.

You sat next to Lottie, not wanting to be near Shauna after what happened. She was too busy typing on her laptop to really notice that you were even downstairs. You shifted in your seat at the silence, flinching as Lottie got up. You watched as she put food on a plate and handed it to you without a word. You ate, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with how quiet both of them were being towards you.

“How did you two sleep?” You asked, wondering if you just needed to start the conversation.

But neither Shauna nor Lottie responded to you and for a split second, you thought they didn’t hear you. So, you decided to speak louder.

“I asked, how did the two of you sleep?”

Now you knew that they were ignoring you on purpose. Biting your lip, you felt as if you were going to cry. You hated being ignored, especially when you weren’t sure as to what you did to deserve it. You finished the food that was on your plate before getting up and putting it in the sink, needing to get as far away from them as possible. The last thing you needed was for them to see how upset they’ve made you.

You turned your TV on, wanting to get your mind off them and this was your best option. You put on some random channel, not even bothering to see what was on as you scrolled through your phone. You realized that Melissa, Gen, or Mari hadn’t even reached out like they normally do when you’ve been less talkative, and you thought it was weird. As you looked for your group chat you had with them, you were surprised to see that it had disappeared. Your eyes widened, unsure if it was because they deleted it or… well, you don’t think they would have removed you from the group. Right? As you began to panic, you didn’t notice Shauna in the doorway of your room. You looked at your Facebook and Mari had you blocked, which confused you.

“You lied to me last night.” Shauna stated, walking into the room with her hands behind her back. “Turn the TV off and get on the floor, hands and knees.”

You gave her a confused look but did as you were told as slowly as possible. You wanted to take your time, too afraid to know what she was planning for you. With the TV off, you climbed down onto the floor in the position Shauna wanted you to be in.

“Good puppy,” Shauna praised. “Today, you’re going to be Lottie and my puppy, and you’re going to be treated like one.”

“Wha-” you began, but Shauna cut you off by bringing her hand down against your ass.

“Dogs don’t talk.” Shauna stated.

You whimpered as she got down on the ground behind you, “And dogs have tails.”

You opened your mouth to ask what she meant but quickly closed it when you felt her pull your pants down, along with your underwear. You took a deep breath as Shauna’s wet finger pushed against your asshole.

“I’m only going to stretch you a little so you can wear your tail.” Shauna stated, pushing her finger into you deeper.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to steady your breathing but as she added a second finger, you cried out. You knew she was only using her spit, which wasn’t enough for you. You were too afraid to ask for more, unsure if Shauna was going to be angry with you for it. Shauna hummed, fucking your ass with both of her fingers roughly despite you not being able to handle it.

Finally, Shauna pulled her fingers out of your ass. “Now, although you don’t deserve any lube when I put your tail in, you’ve been so quiet for me I’ll use some for you.”

You heard the cap of the bottle of lube she had open, flinching as she squirted some onto her fingers and rubbed it against your entrance. When she pulled her fingers away, she quickly replaced them with the butt plug. Shauna wasted no time, pushing the toy in as slowly as she could. You knew she wasn’t patient with anything, so you were thankful that she was at least doing this for you.

“Just one more push and it’ll be in,” Shauna stated. “So take a deep breath for me.”

You did as you were told, taking a deep breath just as she pushed the rest of the toy into you. Shauna pulled away from you as she played with your tail.

“Such a pretty pup,” Shauna hummed. “Now, let me put your collar on you.”

Shauna grabbed the collar that was next to you as you turned around so you were facing her. She smiled, patting you on your head before putting your collar on your neck. Shauna stood up and walked towards your doorway. She turned around

“Come on, girl,” Shauna smiled. “Let’s get you downstairs.”

You went to stand up, but Shauna stopped you. You bit your lip, getting back down on all fours before you walked behind Shauna out of your room.

“I’ll let you stand and walk down the stairs, but as soon as we’re downstairs, you’ll be crawling.” Shauna stated as the two of you reached the stairs.

She held out her hand to help you up and when you grabbed it, you tried to take your time going down the stairs. The floor was hard and uncomfortable on your knees. Shauna caught on to what you were doing so she rushed down the stairs with your hand in hers.

“No more taking your time to do things we tell you to do. Understood?” Shauna asked, looking down at you.

“I under-” you began, but Shauna slapped your face.

“Dogs don’t fucking talk.” Shauna snapped. “Now try again.”

You were confused, unsure of what she wanted you to do as an answer. Shauna rolled her eyes after a minute of waiting, shaking her head and sighing before speaking up again.

“You know what, we’ll work on that, but for now? You’ll just nod when Mommy and I ask you stuff.” Shauna informed you before walking towards the main living room, where Lottie was now sitting.

Shauna sat next to Lottie but stopped you when you went to sit next to her. You huffed, rolling your eyes when you looked away.

“You’re not allowed on the furniture, puppy. Mommy’s rules.” Shauna shrugged, but that didn’t make you feel any better.

Lottie turned the TV on, and the three of you watched whatever Shauna wanted to put on. You couldn’t focus; you were too uncomfortable on the floor. You repositioned yourself so you were now sitting down—crossing your legs, you now felt a lot better than when you were on your hands and knees. They didn’t seem to mind your new position, or at least, they didn’t seem to mind. You finally got into the movie that was playing when Shauna decided to turn it off.

“How did Nat fuck you?” Shauna asked.

Your eyes widened, caught off guard by her question. Why did she want to know all of a sudden? You took a deep breath, unsure as to how to even answer it without getting them angry. You stayed quiet, wanting to pretend as if you didn’t hear them at all in hopes that they would drop the subject. But you should have known better.

“I asked you a question; now fucking answer it.” Shauna snapped, pulling at your collar hard.

“Rough, like what the two of you do…” You trailed off, swallowing nervously as Lottie glared at you. “But the two of you are way better.”

“What would she do?” Lottie asked.

“She would usually have me… get her off, and sometimes when I was good, she would fuck me.” You admitted, even though it wasn’t the full truth.

You didn’t want them to get angry, so you decided to dull it down a bit for your own sake. If you knew they wouldn’t get upset, you would tell them the full truth.

“Is that so? Did you like when she sat on your face?” Lottie questioned.

To anyone on the outside, it seemed like an innocent question—a conversation starter—but you knew better than that. It was bait, and you were about to take it.

“I mean… I did, but when we were together.” You admitted, your face heating up.

“Do you want Mommy to sit on your face, puppy?” Shauna asked.

You nodded, “Please?”

You weren’t in the mood for anything, but you knew if you said no, Shauna would be angry. So you just went with it to make things a lot easier for you.

“Then get on your back and ask Mommy nicely.” Shauna instructed.

You did as you were told, lying down on your back before turning your attention to Lottie. “Can… you please sit on my face, Mommy? Want you so bad, need it.”

Lottie was silent but stood up from her spot on the couch. You bit your lip as she unbuckled her belt while she kept eye contact with you.

“Beg me again.” Lottie demanded.

“Please, Mommy. Please use me to get off,” you whined.

Lottie smirked, “Good puppy.”

She pulled her belt through the loops before pulling her jeans down. Lottie kicked them off before pulling her underwear down. She straddled your stomach, pushing her underwear against your mouth and nose. You tried to wiggle away, but her grip was too strong. After a minute, Lottie pulled her underwear away from you, causing Shauna to laugh as you gasped for air. You hoped she would never do that to you again. Lottie moved up your body, and when she was above your face, you stuck your tongue out on instinct. She lowered herself, wasting no time with grinding against you.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” Lottie breathed, grinding against you harder.

You kept your tongue out, allowing Lottie to use it at her own pace as you laid there. Whimpering into her as you felt Shauna pull at your tail. Lottie pulled away from you a little so you could breathe, licking her lips before she smirked at you.

“Remember, puppy. Just because Daddy’s going to fuck you doesn’t mean you can be distracted. Understood? If you stop, she stops.” Lottie explained.

You nodded, licking your lips before Lottie lowered herself on your face once more. Shauna slipped a single finger into you just as you wrapped your lips around Lottie’s clit. You moaned against her, causing her to buck her hips as she leaned down to steady herself with her hands on the carpet. She fucked your face, her movements growing sloppy as she felt herself get closer to her orgasm. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying your best to focus on Lottie as Shauna added a second finger while she continued to pull on your tail. Lottie came with a silent cry, pulling off you after she rode out her high. She sat back on the couch, watching as Shauna fucked you. You were surprised that she wasn’t being as rough as she usually was, but you weren’t going to complain. You were already embarrassingly close, and right on cue, Shauna spoke up.

“If you want to come, you’re going to have to bark for us.” Shauna informed you, but you shook your head.

There was no way you were going to do that, not now, not ever. Even the thought of it alone made you too embarrassed.

She raised an eyebrow, stopping her movements. “No? You don’t want to be a good puppy and bark for Mommy and Daddy?”

You nodded, unable to find your voice. Shauna sighed dramatically before she began to pull her fingers out of you slowly.

You took a deep breath, knowing that she wasn’t going to give it up. Your building orgasm was already dying down, and you were desperate.

You barked.

It was quiet, barely audible, but Shauna took it as she added a third finger before she fucked you as hard as she could. You lifted your hips off the floor, wishing Shauna would try and be gentle. Or at least tone it down a little. She was too rough, and it was starting to hurt. She continued to fuck you, and when you came, you barked again, hoping that she would stop soon.

You whimpered when she pulled her fingers out of you but had no time to process anything as Shauna sighed, “You’re the perfect pup for us; we’re going to have to thank your friend Melissa.”

Lottie’s eyes widened, and when you realized what Shauna said, you panicked. You stood up from the floor. “What do you mean by that?” you snapped, glaring at Shauna.

You were terrified of what Shauna was going to do in response to your outburst, but a part of you didn’t care. You wanted to know what she meant by that.

“Well, we would come into your work and were interested in you, so we talked your friend into having you download that dating app. But that doesn’t matter now, does it?” Lottie explained, and you shook your head.

“Did you two get me fired?” You asked, feeling a little ridiculous with the tail still hanging between your legs.

“What? How could you ever ask such a thing when all we’ve done is help you the past month of you living here? We buy you anything and everything you want, and you have the nerve to ask that?” Lottie snapped.

Your eyes widened, thinking that you’ve just ruined things with them. “I’m… I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just that you said that, and it… they said it was customers that complained.”

Shauna glared at you. “Well, it wasn’t us, so you owe us an apology.”

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it, and I should have thought about it before I just blurted it out.” You said, hanging your head.

“I forgive you, but you’ve hurt Mommy’s feelings.” Shauna frowned.

“Please forgive me, please, Mommy.” you begged.

If you weren’t as upset as you were, you would have noticed the looks they were giving each other. You hadn’t realized that you fell into their trap, too far gone to get help.

“I forgive you; now let’s please go back to that movie we were watching. I was enjoying it.” Lottie rolled her eyes.

You smiled and nodded, but as you were about to sit down on the couch, Lottie stopped you this time. “You think you’re allowed to be on the couch now that we’re done playing? As long as you’re wearing your collar and tail, you’re nothing but our pet.” she explained.

You didn’t say a word—instead, you got down on the floor so you could watch the rest of the movie too. Lying on your side, you realized that you couldn’t see the TV. You didn’t mind, though; the stress of what had just happened had made you sleepy. Closing your eyes, you hoped that when you woke up, you’d have a better time.

You whimpered, rubbing your eyes before you woke up. To your surprise, Lottie was asleep on the couch, and Shauna was nowhere to be found. You sat up, shifting uncomfortably when you realized you still had your tail in. As if right on cue, Lottie woke up.

“Do you want Mommy to take your tail out, baby?” Lottie asked.

You nodded, “Yes, please.”

You were surprised when she hummed, patting the couch cushion next to her. You bent over the armrest, feeling your face heat up with your ass on display for Lottie. She sighed, gripping the tail closer to the plug.

“Try to relax for me, yeah?” Lottie said, her voice softer than you’ve ever heard.

You nodded, taking a deep breath as she began to pull the toy out.

“Good girl, it’s almost out.” Lottie praised. “One more little pull and you’re all done.”

“Thank you.” You whispered.

When it was out of you, you sat back on the couch before Lottie took your collar off your neck. She smiled at you before leaning in and kissing your cheek. “I told Shauna I didn’t want you to wear that for too long the first time, but she never listens to me.” Lottie sighed, moving away from you.

You nodded, unsure of what to say. On one hand, you want to ask her why she’s with Shauna then, but on the other, you knew if you asked that, Lottie would get angry with you. As if she was reading your mind, Lottie gave you a small smile.

“I love her, and although I do, I don’t think we would have been together if it wasn’t for our parents.” Lottie sighed.

You tried to fight back the frown that was forming on her face, realizing that Lottie wasn’t as bad when it was just the two of you alone. You wished you could have more moments with her alone, but it was mostly her at their office or they were there together.

“Want some lunch? I can order something for us if you’d like.” Lottie suggested.

“I would love that,” you said, biting your lip as you watched her get up from the couch.

“Will I be able to hang out with friends alone eventually?” You asked.

You were a little surprised that you asked that, but you figured that Lottie was a lot easier to talk to than Shauna was. Lottie stayed quiet, grabbing her phone out of the kitchen before coming back to sit next to you.

“What are you in the mood for? I’m down for anything, so you can pick.” Lottie informed you.

You gave her an odd look, assuming that she was trying to avoid the subject. You wished that she would just tell you the truth, but you knew you had to push her a little more.

“Can you answer my question, please?” You pushed. “Also, do you know why my friend Mari blocked me?”

Lottie shook her head. “I don’t, honestly.”

For the first time when it came to any questions you had asked her in the past month, you actually believed her. You wished that it wasn’t the first time, but you weren’t going to complain any longer. Not when she seemed to be truthful now. You realized she didn’t answer your first question, but you weren’t going to push her to answer it now. Especially after she answered your other question when she could have ignored it as well.

“If it were up to me, I wouldn’t care, but Shauna is the one who has the final say in it.” Lottie sighed. “Now, can we please order some food?”

Lottie and you decided on pizza, and when it got there, Lottie allowed you to sit on the couch to eat it.

“I really like spending time with you.” You admitted.

Lottie smiled, putting her piece of pizza down on her plate. “I really like spending time with you too. It’s not every day that I’m home, really.”

You gave her a confused look. “Really?”

“Yeah, Shauna usually takes the work-from-home options, so it leaves me having to go in.” Lottie explained, frowning before grabbing her piece of pizza to cover it up.

“Well, I don’t think that’s very fair of her.” You admitted.

Lottie didn’t respond, so the two of you ate the rest of your meal in silence. You were thankful that it wasn’t awkward; instead, it was comforting, and you needed that more than you thought you did. A part of you felt safe when it was just Lottie and you, but deep down, you had a fear that she was going to tell her everything you had said to her while she was gone. You hated yourself for thinking that; suddenly your anxiety was starting to take over all your thoughts.

After some time, Lottie finally spoke up again. “Yeah, I’ve learned to just deal with it. I got tired of arguing with her when all it did was end with her getting what she wanted.”

“Why do you put up with it?”

Lottie sighed, “Well, like I said, I love her. But it’s a lot easier to just go with what she wants.”

The rest of the day went by faster than you expected. You went to your room and read to try and get your mind off your conversation with Lottie. You hoped that she wasn’t going to tell Shauna what you were asking, but deep down you were overthinking. You needed to try and leave the situation, and if Lottie didn’t tell Shauna anything you’ve said, then you were going to try and convince her that she deserved a lot better than what she was getting.

You knew you weren’t going to be able to do it right away. That Shauna or even Lottie would grow too suspicious of what you were doing. You pulled out your phone when you put your book away, quickly sending a simple “Hey” to Melissa, but you realized that it didn’t deliver. That she had blocked you too. Going straight for Gen, you tried to text her, but like your message to Melissa, it didn’t go through as well. You weren’t sure what you did to get blocked by your own friends. You knew if it wasn’t Lottie causing them to block you, it was Shauna.

Now you were all alone with Lottie and Shauna.

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stars blind [ they fall and leave the sky ] [ f.a.+ r ] [ pt.4 ]

Authors Note: Hello readers both returning and new! I’m so entirely happy you guys enjoy this work so far — whether through notes / reblogs or comments. It makes my day and I cannot stress enough what those little things mean. Thank you.

• Also: if I have left anyone new out of the updated tag list, please let me know. I’m trying to keep up with it.

• I also went back and made some additions to previous chapters and changed Windweaver's public name to 'Avian' -- only the Inner Circle will call her Windweaver in private.

Please read the Content Warnings before proceeding further. Thank you!

Masterlist

PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE | PART FIVE

Pairing: Feyre Archeron x fem!reader x Rhysand / Platonic!Inner Circle x fem!reader

Summary: Slow. That is what you all three agreed to and neither of you appear to be in any rush at this point. You grow to understand who Feyre and Rhysand are in ways that not the entirety of the world, save their Inner Circle, is allowed to. But in the process you forget what creatures all of you are in the end — terrible beasts that sometimes can only react as sanely as your brain can which means not sanely at all.

Content Warnings: Canon in nature but MAJOR MAGICAL liberties taken! Such as the primal fae thing I mentioned, Mating Bonds, discussions of bondings, magic, all the works; Court Politics, Windweaver backstory and a flashback, a slow formation of connections, attempted sexual assault but the attack is intercepted, descriptions torture [ Feyre and Rhysand giving ], angst / wump with a side of hurt / comfort.

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It was busy tonight. Busier than you expected for this shift and it had you pausing to think over whether or not you’d missed an important Velaris holiday.

Between the boisterous laughter of your patrons you caught Malora by her arm and pled with her to tell you if you had, in fact, forgotten something important.

Her dimpled cheeks taunted you as she smirked, eyebrow notched.

But still the female smoothly assured you that, no, you had not missed any sort of holiday and there was no special occasion — it was just unusually busy this night despite it being out of the normal for the middle of the week.

You had released her back into the crowd and returned to your own storm to conquer, feeling like a sailor that had not boarded the proper ship for the conditions of the sea.

Tables were filled almost before you could entirely finish cleaning them from the Fae that had taken them up beforehand, the new customers allowing you to only wipe around them before setting their menus down before spiriting off to get drinks for other tables.

The tips were coming in pleasantly even if the unexpected rush had thrown you off and you had so far managed not to spill any drinks and had not messed up food orders; a win in this industry during such a chaotic night.

Between ducking under tight fits to slink through the tavern, when you had even a small moment to take a breathe and gather your thoughts between orders and music and the noise, your eyes would wander to outside the doors and windows.

Velaris was beautiful at all times and the weather changed with the seasons, unlike the “special” seasonal Courts. Even as spring threatened to creep into the starlit Court, snow still dusted the cobblestones and rooftops of buildings.

Your eyes wandered further toward where just the peaks of the House of Wind was visible through the nightlife and clouds and snow. You wondered if Feyre and Rhysand lived there -- when Amren and Mor had taken you there upon being brought into the city, you'd not seen or heard a lick of either Fae.

You hadn't been brave enough to ask about them, either.

You were more curious about them . . . about your mates . . . than you felt you could afford.

It felt surreal if you thought too deeply into that new aspect of your life. Mates — the High Lord and Lady.

Your heart leapt just at the images conjured in your head of them.

“Avian!” the barking shout of Rita ripped you from breeze-like drifting, standing behind the crowded bar with rowdy patrons chattering. “Did you get table fifteen their drinks?”

The notepad wherein your current unmade orders lay forgotten on the end of the bar right next to two chilled glasses, a reminder and a demand for your attentions. “Sorry, Rita,” you called back as you slid down to the glasses and read through the order once more to recall what you were making. “On it.”

The older Fae cocked an eyebrow at you, her unyielding features beautiful and cool but failing to reveal whether she felt angered or put off — and you took that as the blessing it was to zap through making the drinks and delivering them to their owners.

The rest of the night was a struggle within itself; you were in two places mentally and both of them were pulling your mind into a divide that kept you into two different thought processes.

No matter how you tried to make your patrons your foremost focus, Feyre and Rhysand kept returning to you. The agreement of slow and the way your stomach felt an uneasy tug when you tried to return to work at full force was a stark reminder of your life’s inability to settle and become stagnant.

Their grins and hopeful gazes.

Thirty minutes before Rita would be locking the doors, your final customer slinked into the tavern. A male with long hair pulled up away from his face and an expression as though he were a wildcat seeking out a fawn for dinner.

He eventually decided on one of your tables after he stood idly for a few moments and studied you and Malora both; the other female's sudden release of tension was not lost on you as she sent you a concerned glance.

She tilted her chin from her spot next to you at the bar where she was finishing off a Summer Court Shores for her final table, silently asking, You got him? Do you need me to handle it?

You barely allowed your gaze to scour the male who waited like a statue for you to approach, gave him no reason to lock gazes with you. To beckon you over before you were ready.

Malora and you knew what kind of male this was immediately; and neither liked him — the way he moved, the way he looked, the way he simply is. But even so you nodded once, short and sure. I got this.

You greeted him politely, spuing out the specials as you dropped a menu and a napkin in front of him while maintaining the persona that you normally only reserved for patrons that you knew weren’t going to be worth the energy you used — detached yet polite with a welcoming smile, but no offering of further conversation. Notepad out, obvious in what you wanted from him.

His whiskey eyes — you hated whiskey, whiskey was your father's drink, your father's smell, your father's gamble — was comparable to the talons he had sharpened on his fingers. He smelled like a wealthy male, covered in sickeningly sweet roll on oils and roses and you wanted to runrunrun.

You bounced off the casual greetings and attempts at further discussions, and he finally provided you with an order. Three drinks. When one was empty, bring the next. No meal despite your best efforts to sell one.

He nursed his drinks for the final thirty minutes with precise calculation, nails tapping the glass anytime you crossed his way to say your pleasantries to exiting customers or to help Malora with closing duties.

He would brush his hand along yours when he wanted a replacement rather than call your name.

"You will produce an heir to the Windweaver line. Our sorry excuse for a High Lord is running the Court to the ashen ground," your father said, tone final as his hand grasped your wrist. "Once you succeed, then perhaps we will be secure enough to return to our lands and regain our regiments."

Your father was — the look in his eye. "Father," you whispered, "Hybern is allowing Amarantha to wipe out entire Houses. We are on her direct line of sight if we show ourselves."

Nothing in your father's gaze flickered in understanding or acknowledgement. All that remained of the once noble man was a broken, lost male who only wished to keep the House and name?

You tried again.

"I do not want to take a mate. Why must I produce an heir when we are running from mass extinction?" you dared ask, lump rising in your throat as you withheld the contents of your stomach. Vomiting on your father would end poorly. "We are not safe, she will kill me. Any heir I produce."

Your father curled his lip as he stalked toward you until you were forced backward. You tried to get your mother's attention but she dipped her head downward and away from your begging gaze.

"Whatever male you take to bed matters little to me at this point," he snarled as he tightened his grip. "But you will produce results or I will deliver you to Hybern myself."

Even to this day, even after you followed his order, you never came to understand what the reasoning of a broken and crazed male could have been. He never got to meet your daughter, and after his death your family still kept running until capture.

Your mother never deigned to reveal his reasonings either. You chalked it up to instinct at its' very primal core; wherein nothing rational of your father was left behind. Nothing but the beast that everyone was, deep down.

The ending of bloodlines is a nightmare for Fae like your father — and you had wondered if he knew even before he went mad that his death was going to happen with no other way. You wondered: did he do whatever he thought he had to for his family?

In the last year your conclusion settled in your chest like a heavy set of bricks. You did not think your father thought of your future, but of that of the liquid in your veins and the power you host.

The final drink for the male was deposited and you turned on your heel, rushing to the kitchen so you could hide from him until you could bring him his bill and he would leave.

Rita was arm-deep in a sink of dishes with one of the kitchen workers and sent you a sidelong glance. "You alright?"

“Just tired,” you murmured, pressing fingertips into the junction between your nose and eye. There was a sure as Hell ache beginning to form right there — an indicator of a long night and nervous energy.

Rita pulled herself away from the sink, water dripping onto the floor as she sought a towel out. Her gaze was steady but the darkening of concern was starting to cloud. "Do you want me to hurry your last one?"

The offer was tempting, but you did not want to draw anymore attention from the male or draw ire from him. You simply shook your head. "He's on his last drink. I just needed a second before I brought him his bill."

Rita studied you but nodded once.

You had the bill ready as you returned to the floor, heading straight toward the male and grabbing his empty glass and replacing it with the sheet of paper instead.

He had the money out already — indicating he held no tab at the tavern — so you went to reach for it as you asked, "Did you enjoy the drinks?"

Only for sharp talons to lunge out to snatch your hand as it curled over the payment. You jerked in place but forced the fight or flight deep into your stomach, far away, somewhere he would never be able to find it —

“They were lovely. Almost as much as their server. Do tell me — when do you end your night?” he crooned, nails resting just above digging into your skin but putting pressure that forced you to still.

Your throat constricted as you made an attempt to gently gesture behind you. “I’m afraid I’ll be here long after we close. Sir.”

His dark eyes regard you with a look that you refuse to read. Instead you smile — the same smile you offer all overly drunk patrons who try to hit on you — and continue, “Let me get your check taken care of, alright? The last thing you want is Rita storming out of the kitchen and banning you from her tavern for loitering after closeup. I’ll bring back whatever’s leftover.”

He blinked at you as his hand released yours, nails tapping into the tabletop instead as he waved you off. “Keep it. You earned the tip, sweetheart.”

It would seem the threat of the owner was enough to have him send you away and you kept him placated with a demure smile before ushering to the bar to shakily get the payment completed so Rita could close out later.

Malora became purposefully noisy, meanwhile, slamming chairs as she put them upside down on clean tables and clanking dirty dishes as she gathered them onto a tray.

It would appear that the male got the hint and would not be welcomed to wait for the staff to leave to depart as well. He left as he came — stalking out and shifting eerie glances your way until the door closed behind him.

Malora blinked as she watched your shoulders sag considerably once he was out of sight. “He was a piece of work,” she noted, azure eyes glancing sidelong at you. “He do anything weird?”

“He’s a drunk male. Nothing that’s unusual or unmanageable,” you dismissed with as much ease as you could muster as you slapped the rag down onto the tabletop and started to clean it.

Malora made a noise of discontent but she did not push the subject matter with you.

Malora and Rita shared a drink with you as you recalled the details of your last patron. Rita’s tipped ears twitched in irritation as her lips thinned out. “If he was making you uncomfortable, Ava . . .”

“He was,” you admitted, bringing the sweet alcoholic beverage back to your lips, the cool drink having soothed your nerves a great deal, “but I handled it. I threatened him with your name.”

Rita huffed, but she loosened up and finished her drink. Malora tilted her chin at you with a grin. “Certified classic. Keeps everyone — even our non-regulars — in line. Getting banned from Rita’s is considered a taboo.”

The older Fae’s hip notched against the freshly cleaned and waxed bar. “Damn right.” She eyed you. “We all leave together, tonight. I don’t like hearing that he asked when you get off and tried to remain.”

Your relief was severe but you smiled weakly at both females. “Thanks, Rita. I know you wanted to get out of here a little early tonight . . .”

She finished her drink and shook her head, a strand of short silver hair falling over her eyes. “It’s okay. I already warned Nedryian in advance that I may be unable to make it out of here that early.”

“Tell her hi, and that I’m sorry, anyway.”

When the drinks were finished and glasses cleaned and returned under the bar, you went to take out the trash. Malora did it last night, thus it was your turn. The garbage bags were already piled next to the back door that lead out to the mysterious magical dumpster that was more alive than you liked to think about.

You hauled two bags out the door after kicking the door open and moved toward the dumpster. As if sensing the presence of trash — it’s one true beloved — the large object hummed to life as you got a few feet away.

These dumpsters were an aspect of Velaris you found to be fascinating and you’d pestered Rita about them for days. She had told you that nobody really knew when they appeared or who had given them their magic — just that they were inherently harmless and they inhaled the city’s trash like it was candy and nobody knew exactly where it went once it was consumed.

You threw the two bags into the open void of the dumpster and the shuddering of the object revealed its’ enjoyment of the night’s trash haul.

You did this three more times and once the task was completed, you took a moment to rest against the wall just outside the tavern to catch your breath and gather your wits.

Your eyes drifted out from the dark shadows of the tavern’s alley where a soft light from the city’s nighttime glow peeked through, how even as it was so late that it was early people still filtered through the streets with laughter.

You’d explored parts of Velaris with Astra: the parts that Amren and Mor had encouraged you to seek out in order to make yourself at home. And so far . . . so far not one single aspect of this place had managed to disappoint you, underwhelm you.

It was not the Spring Court, where it was always pleasantly warm and gentle or harsh in weather. It was not the Spring Court, where pastels seemed to dominate the entire Court and the overgrowth outweighed the villages.

It was not the Spring Court and that was perhaps the reason you found yourself falling deeper in love with Velaris by the day.

The starlight here outshone the stars in every other Court, though, and that was your favorite part. Each one distinctive and different from the next, twinkling against the black sky.

They looked like the freckles that dusted Feyre’s skin — you remembered how they scrunched up together like a constellation when Feyre’s facial expression warped into amusement or laughter during your first meeting.

A breath escaped your lungs. You close your eyes, locking the stars out of any visible part of you — preventing them from seeing into the depths of your soul.

You let your head drop back to the brick wall of Rita’s and you groan aloud. You’ve met them once, Windweaver, you scold yourself. And you’re already comparing the High Lady’s freckles to the stars. How typical.

A mating bond of this degree . . . it was already having your nervous system ignited in ways that you’ve long thought forever unsparked. You weren’t ready to reach into it, to tug on those threads and see if they felt you, but you knew internally:

They were yours. As much was you were theirs.

You pushed yourself off the wall and slid on your heal, beginning to grasp at the handle to the door to renter the building when the back of your neck was suddenly ripped backward and your body was jerked sideways until it slammed into the brick wall.

A pained yelp rose up in your throat but like a whip, your mouth was quickly covered and the sound was muffled as it escaped from your mouth. Sharp points of pain dug into your jaw and the shock gave way to panic as you began to realize you were being trapped between the wall and a taller, heavier form.

“Shh,” the low male voice crooned from behind you as the nails in your jawline dug in deeper. “Quiet now. I don’t want to nick an artery — that’d be a damn shame for a pretty thing such as you.”

You released a muffled noise of panic, struggling against him as his knee shoved your legs apart and his other hand pierced long nails into the middle of your back to keep you still.

It was the male you had served only an hour or two previously — it had to be — the nails, the voice. You couldn’t move your head to get a look at his face but you inhaled a gasping breath — and —

Roses and rolling oils.

The drink you had shared with Malora and Rita turned to acid in your stomach at the same time as your struggle started to grow violent. The clawed hand now felt like an execution weapon as it slid from your back and dipped lower.

A soft laugh followed his movements, mocked your attempts at wrenching free from his attack. “Fight all you want. You waste your energy and will get nowhere from it.”

Curled talons slit open the button of your pants in your thrashing, his movements calm and his hold on your face tightening as his hand sliced your pants open down the middle.

You closed your eyes and dipped down into the hibernating part of you that you’ve been trying to keep at bay. The powers that were never impressive enough to earn your father’s pride and respect, but enough to earn his demand to breed further in his line.

The air around both you and the male went still, at first.

It caused a pause from him as he pushed you further into the wall and pulled his body away from your back, offering your burning skin a reprieve.

You tried to keep your demeanor more or less the same, struggling.

Growing still would draw his attention back to you; he would come to realize you weren’t defenseless.

His breath inhaled as the flow of air started to drift around you — a soft breeze at first. It mixed both of your scents — his arousal and alcohol soaked malice and your fear and sweat drenched desperation — then turned violent.

His nails dug in tighter as the heavy, sudden winds picked up snow and paper and whatever trash littered the alleyway floor. His attention was now partially torn between keeping you pinned like a helpless mouse and to a larger predator that alerted his senses to danger.

You did not know how much force you could continue putting into an offensive ability without setting him off; to revealing yourself.

Still, with what remaining movement you had left you splayed your fingers against your thigh and waited as the circling winds exploded in front of the male. Not your most powerful build up, but enough to knock him to his ass.

His nails left long, stinging lines as they ripped from your jaw with the impact against his body. He slid only inches away and recovered quickly as you turned around, trembling and already forming another vortex of wind to fight him off with.

He curled his lip in sneering amusement as he crept forward, but he only stopped when the swirling winds sent a stray brick his way and crashed into the wall behind him.

“You have pretty little powers, girl, but it won’t protect you from me. It only extends the hunt.”

Blood splattered on the concrete beneath you from the opened wounds as you stared him down, the only thing between you and him being the small accumulation of wind buildup. Any stronger and you would cause damage to Rita’s or the city . . . And to the people who lived there.

You had to use what was available.

Just as he stalked forward to enter the heart of your vortex, shadows erupted from the corners of the alleyways.

They were fast and unforgiving as they locked the male in a small space that quickly grew smaller before he could understand.

His eyes flickered with something — shock, perhaps — before a cold panic seemed to reek from him in waves.

You could do nothing more than tremble in place and watch as what looked like an eternal night overtook him and snarls and enraged yelps from within had you slowly releasing the winds that angrily circled around you.

Papers and trash drifted down lazily as the air grew still, snow that was disturbed glittering as it leisurely floated about in the air around you to be carried off by the natural breeze and not by the one of your making.

A step behind you —

“It’s me. It’s us,” was announced as soon as you turned, the air already unsettled with your jumpy response.

Rhysand and Feyre stood before you, twin outfits of black dressing their forms as Rhysand’s normally bright gaze remained stony behind the dark cloud behind you.

Feyre’s silk dress swayed as she moved slowly toward you and she reached out an inked hand. “Windweaver,” she tried, voice firm and loud to try and override the now screaming male behind you. “Hey.”

You loosened yourself as soon as her greeting curled around you like a blanket. Her eyes weren’t soft and for that you were grateful — instead there was a fire within them that your frostbitten soul called for.

Your trembling fingers reached back out and curled around steady, sure ones. And then you were in her arms as the impact of what just happened and also what could have happened if you’d not pulled out your abilities and defended yourself hit you like a thousand sword pummels to the head.

She lowered herself and you into the ground. Rhysand glanced sideways and watched as the silk dress flared and danced around you like a protective shadow as his wife cradled their mate as the chemicals and emotions began to realign within your brain.

His wings itched as he forced himself to walk toward the bundle of night he had created around his prey despite the primal urge to return to both females and comfort you as well.

A male had done this to you and Feyre was the best person for your initial comedown of the shock. He would offer his comfort when you had time to settle.

Until then he reached into the darkness until he found the male’s figure. The stink of fading arousal and growing fear cocooned him as Rhysand cupped his chin and leaned close to him, knowing he had nowhere to rear back from.

“Let’s go have a chat, just you and I,” he purred, then winnowed away leaving behind only stardust.

The townhouse was located in a beautiful spot near the Sidra. Feyre told you about it in a quiet, easy tone of voice as she kept a firm but comforting grip on you and winnowed you both into the grand antechamber of the home.

She waited a few heartbeats, her eyes watchful and protective, before releasing you and pulling her grounding hand away from you. Without warning your body locked up and a painful flush raced up your spine — an unexpected rise in fear encasing you as you took on a frozen state.

Feyre’s head tilted back and met your gaze. You found concern lingering, a question waiting. Her light brown hair drifted around her shoulders as she moved with silence to peer at you. She did not touch you again yet, but an offering hand reached back out should you need it.

“I’m not going to ask if you’re okay,” the High Lady finally said, adding noise to the unsteady and heavy breaths that escaped your lungs, “because that would be opening you up to answering a question that is entirely too obvious and I —“ she tore her gaze away, “— I understand what that’s like. The pressure that three simple words can place on someone.”

Your throat tightened at the ghostly drift in her eyes; but it was gone as quick as it was there.

And then you took her hand, accepting what it meant and what it could provide for you and locking away the whispers about consequences. Your fingertips trembled against the High Lady’s palm that exposed your fear and unsure nature, but she only clasped her hand around them and turned to pull you forward.

Feyre crept toward beautiful double doors and, with her free hand, wrapped her fingers around the handle. A pause.

Her eyes drifted toward you again, and now there was kindness within them, a kindness that went beyond the sort you knew Fae nobility usually offered. It was a different breed that you didn’t want touching you — not because you didn’t want to see or feel it but because of what it meant.

A squeeze. You locked eyes with your mate.

“This is a very secure place, Windweaver,” she said, pushing the handle down until one of the doors clicked and started opening with a whisper, “Only three people can winnow here and it’s one of the safest places in Velaris.”

She released the handle and gave the door a slight push to further it open before letting her arm drop to her side. “You are safe.”

A shudder rippled through at the words in a way that you could only excuse as primal reaction. Your muscles started loosening before your brain could catch up, and you wanted to sink into the nearest piece soft furniture and sleep for hours. She has protected you, something buried deep, quiet and curious, whispered, and proven her ability to provide a safe home. Safe safe safe—

“Windweaver?”

Feyre’s call was not rushed or sharp; rather it was delicate and low. When you move your gaze to her face once more you are taken aback by what you find: something shadowing her features, a look in her normally softened eyes that was a little wilder.

Did she feel what you felt just now — except on the other end of the spectrum? Did her primal instinct urge her to protect and provide a safety net in the way yours desired it? Had your positions been switched, you wondered, would you two be facing different internal pressures?

Your gaze flickered down when her throat bobbed. She was holding back — but you weren’t entirely sure what. You could feel it though. Through your Bond.

The Bond itself was fresh and still so vulnerable — the way she ran her thumb along your knuckles with tenderness made you think that she was experiencing this very differently than her Bond with Rhysand.

A flash of guilt struck you as you realize this. Feyre was human before she was ever Fae — whenever something about her Fae body comes to light that’s new . . . Does it confuse her just as deeply as it’s confusing you, who’s been nothing but Fae your whole life, now?

“Hey.” A hand cupped your cheek but the touch was entirely too tender and with too little contact. “Are you with me?”

You sought out the words you wished to speak — how do you thank her for what she’s done? How do you express any of your emotions without breaking apart and showing her the damage to your soul?

“Yeah,” you say instead, a shaky hand you really aren’t controlling reaching up and grasping hers on your cheek. “I’m with you.”

The spike of energy that had kept you alert during your attempt at survival was wearing off, and along with it came the throbbing in your temples.

You had not used your powers in such capacity in months — mostly to keep a low profile that your bloodline hails from the Spring Court. You relied on your perfumes to keep your scent confusing enough to not draw questions.

An urge you couldn’t decipher pushed you to rest your forehead against hers, furthering the contact with Feyre. “Thank you,” you whispered, voice low and gravelly. “Thank you for being there, for bringing me here.”

The artist that was this beautiful female gave you a small smile; but it was a smile that soothed so many of your aches. “Always.”

Always.

As you both pulled back, reluctantly, from one another you finally got a chance to take in the home that she had brought you into. The doors drifted shut at some point without either of you having moved to do it, likely meaning that they close through some form of magic.

It was a beautiful place — but you supposed you shouldn’t expect anything less from Feyre and Rhysand. You wanted to focus on the interior design, but the warmth the home exuded only added to your increasing exhaustion.

Feyre didn’t drag you down deeper into the halls to explore. She instead stopped just below a staircase that led to a second floor and tilted her chin. “Would you like to get cleaned up?” she asked. “You can take a bath if you’d like.”

Gods that sounded fantastic. Your pants were in shreds and unsalvageable the wound on your face — while already starting to clot — was throbbing, and the general layer of disgust had settled over you like a second skin.

You almost said yes — but then your confirmation died in your throat. Your faculties had started returning to you and the image of Astra flashed through your mind. Panic welled up as you started,

“I—my daughter—“

“Mor got her,” Feyre responded quietly, turning back midstep down the hallway and placed a soothing hand on your shoulder. “Her and Nyx are having a sleepover. I hope that’s okay.”

The fresh wave of panic ebbed, leaving behind the notable and increasing ache your body was hosting.

“That’s fine — I — thank you,” you murmured after a moment. Anything to keep her away from seeing you — seeing you in this state of helplessness, of distress.

Feyre’s jaw tightened and for a moment you thought you saw a flash of familiarity within them. But she only nodded once. Then said, softer than her expression, “You never have to thank me for that.”

You wanted to ask if she knew what you were thanking her for — for catching you before the breakdown came, for thinking of Astra and ensuring she was fine for the night, for taking you away somewhere safe — but she simply entwined your fingers with hers again when your gaze had gone blank against her skin.

“There’s a master suite with an attached bathroom that’s all yours,” the female said, tugging you until you were at the bottom of the staircase. “You’re free to use whatever you want. What’s ours is yours, okay?”

You blinked as she dropped your fingers and watched you, expecting but kind. Your throat closed around any sort of verbal response and you nodded a bit. “Okay. I — okay.”

“Good.” Her lips twitched; just a bit. “Feel free to come down to the kitchens for food or sleep if you’d like. I need to handle some things with Rhysand, but we won’t leave you for long. Amren will be here.”

You didn’t want her to leave, but you held your tongue and gave her a quiet nod before turning your back and taking the stairs upward so she couldn’t see the expression you were unable to hide.

The stench of blood washed away the stink and filth of Hewn City’s usual rot, but as Feyre slinks through the dungeons’ entrance and stepped over a puddle of sewer water she feared it may not last.

Heavy breathing and her husbands’ soft voice greeted her as she stalked into the room where Rhysand had dragged whatever remained of the male. She had changed into her leathers once she was sure Windweaver had started a bath and had left silently.

Her rage had been well-contained and used into something protective when she drew Windweaver away from the scene that she and Rhysand had come upon.

They had panned to walk you to Iris’ together to pick their children up and then walk you and Astra home. It had meant to be sweet, a way for the three of you to bond under the guise of your children loving one another so much.

“There’s my lovely wife,” Rhysand crooned without turning away from where he was crouched down in front of the male. Said male wasn’t even tied up, just limp in a chair and breathing wetly. Blood bubbled from his nostrils.

Feyre’s nails slid through the sleek strands of Rhysand’s hair as she approached him from behind and peered down at the male, who had opened his eyes but didn’t seem to be completely present.

She felt Rhysand subtly lean into her touch as she scratched lightly. In this moment — right now — it was Feyre who stood above both males. Feyre, a female with enormous power, who leaked superiority.

She curled her blood-red lips until the tips of her fangs peeked out. “Is he giving out already? I was hoping to play.”

Rhysand moved under her nails and snagged the long, greasy strands of hair. The yelp and sharp jerk from him was satisfying for Feyre — but still not enough in terms of reparations.

He was going to destroy her in the most unforgivable way, her hindbrain nagged, angry and feral. Kill him, rip out his organs and feed them to him raw.

Feyre’s jaw clenched, unclenched. This was new, and so fucking raw. She didn’t know what to do with it other than glance down at Rhysand.

But her Illyrian mate leaned closer to the male, flattening his wings close to his back to keep them from touching any part of him.

“Look at your High Lady when she approaches you. I’m sure you’ve heard what happens to those who don’t give her the proper respects.”

His purr was deep and falsely alluring, a threat cushioned with enchantment.

His sweat was leaking from every pore in his body and his sour stench was quickly becoming fearful. It was delightfully disgusting on Feyre’s tongue, who’d never truly found enjoyment in the suffering of others.

These circumstances were different; that’s what she told herself.

She smiled sweetly as his glassy eyes eventually dragged toward where she stood above them both, casual and lazy in posture.

“I didn’t know,” he slurred without prompting, thick dark fluid dribbling from between his lips between words. “Wouldn’t . . . Wouldn’t have . . .” He gasped for air.

Feyre stepped forward, past Rhysand who silently stood and backed away so she could take his place, and caressed his chin. The blood was thick and warm as it soaked into her hand. It reminded her of her finest paints.

“Wouldn’t have what?” she urged, smiling wider at him, “Wouldn’t have tried to rape and beat the High Lord and Lady’s mate? But only if you’d known?”

His silence — the way he seemed to understand what trap he’d set up for himself and then proceeded to walk into — was telling.

Prey caught — now the hunter was ready to skin.

“You shouldn’t be touching anyone without their fucking consent no matter who they’re connected to,” the brown-haired female murmured, still holding his chin and collecting the blood in her palm like a sacrificial bowl.

A heavy inhale and wet cough. Blood went spraying across her extended arm like paint splatter on a canvas and still Feyre did not retreat.

Her eyes glittered despite the darkness of the dungeon as her nails began to make sharp indents into his skin. “We’ve done some research on you, Jarth Fermönd.”

A huff was his only reply. The only one he could provide with the blood filling his lungs faster than he could expel it.

She would paint this scene one day — if only because her rage seemed as endless as the darkness in the night.

“We’re going to play — because I want to and I always get what I want.”

Rhysand ensured his shadows silenced the screams from echoing into the city’s sewer system.

Dark Feyre I’m on my knees and I’m not ashamed.

PART FIVE

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