Craving Three Daddies To Hurt My Ex

Revenge is a Dish Best Served Hot

ISABEL

"What the f**k?" The words explode out of him like a detonation, and I turn my head slowly, and deliberately to look at him. Ares doesn't move away, instead, his teeth graze my neck harder, possessively marking me.

Harvey's finger slides inside me, just one, stretching me, and I have to bite back a moan.

"Oh, Leo," I say, my voice remarkably steady despite the finger inside me, despite my racing heart. "You're home early." I pause, letting my lips curve into a smile as Harvey adds a second finger, scissoring them inside me. "Or am I home late? I lose track when we have an open marriage now."

His face goes from shocked white to furious red in seconds. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!"

Instead of moving away, Harvey's fingers curl inside me, and find that spot that makes my vision blur. Ares's mouth moves lower, pulling down my bra to expose my breast, his tongue circling my n****e before he sucks it into his mouth. Marco leans forward and presses a kiss to my inner thigh, so close to where Harvey's fingers are working me that I can feel his breath against my wet p***y.

"Actually," Ares says pleasantly, not removing his mouth from my breast, speaking around my n****e, "I believe you suggested she explore other options. We're just helping her take your advice."

"You BASTARD—" Leo starts forward.

Harvey withdraws his fingers from inside me, making me whimper at the loss, and is off the bed faster than I would have thought possible for a man his size. He puts himself between Leo and the bed, between Leo and me, and even from here I can see the lethal intent in his posture. His fingers, still glistening with my arousal, clench into fists.

"Take one more step," Harvey says, his voice deadly calm, "and I'll break every bone in your hand. Starting with your fingers."

Leo stops, his eyes wild, darting between Harvey's threatening stance and the bed where Ares is still sucking my n****e and Marco is still positioned between my legs.

"This is MY house! MY bedroom! MY WIFE!" He yelled

"Your wife that you cheated on," Marco points out, his hands still on my thighs, his thumbs stroking dangerously close to my p***y. "Your wife, whom you suggested should f**k other people. Your wife that you clearly don't value."

"That's DIFFERENT!" Leo shouts, and I see his eyes keep dropping to where my legs are spread, where my panties are pulled aside, where I'm exposed, wet and ready.

"How?" I ask, sitting up slightly. Ares's hand slides into my hair, gentle but possessive, while his other hand continues kneading my breast. "How is this different from what you were doing in that hotel room? The one where you proposed to me? Remember that, Leo? Where you f****d that blonde while looking me in the eyes?"

I reach down deliberately, finding Harvey's wrist, and guide his hand back between my legs. His fingers slide back inside me without hesitation, and this time I don't hide my moan.

"Oh God," I gasp, my head falling back. "Yes, right there."

Leo's face twists with rage and something else, arousal? Is he getting hard watching me? The thought is perverse but satisfying.

"You're having a breakdown," he says, his voice strained, his eyes glued to where Harvey's fingers are disappearing inside me. "You're not thinking clearly. These men are taking advantage-"

"We're not taking advantage of anyone," Marco interrupts coldly. "Isabel invited us here. Isabel is making her own choices." His hand slides higher, his thumb finally pressing against my c**t. "For probably the first time in your marriage."

I cry out at the dual sensation, Harvey's fingers inside me, Marco's thumb circling my c**t. It's too much and not enough.

"She doesn't know what she wants!" Leo insists, but his voice is weak now, and I can see the bulge in his pants. He's hard, he's watching three men pleasure his wife and he's getting hard. "She's confused, she's emotional, she needs help-"

"What I need," I say, my voice breaking on a moan as Marco increases the pressure on my c**t, "is for you to see exactly what you threw away when you decided I was too boring."

I look at Ares, my eyes pleading. "Kiss me again. Please, make me c*m while he watches."

Ares's eyes darken with heat and something like admiration. "f**k yes."

His mouth crashes into mine, swallowing my moans as Harvey and Marco work me higher. Harvey's fingers pump faster, and harder, while Marco's thumb maintains that perfect pressure on my c**t. Ares's hand leaves my hair to slide down my body, joining the others, adding a third finger alongside Harvey's two.

The stretch is exquisite, three thick fingers filling my p***y while Marco works my c**t, and I'm climbing fast, my inner walls starting to flutter.

"That's it," Harvey mutters, his rough voice in my ear. "c*m for us. Show him how good we make you feel. Show him what he's never going to have again."

"STOP!" Leo roars. "Stop this right now, Isabel, or I swear to God-"

"Or what?" I break away from Ares's kiss to look at my husband, my chest heaving, my body trembling on the edge. "You'll hit me? Like you did last week?"

And then I'm coming, my p***y clenching hard around those three fingers, my back arching, my mouth falling open in a silent scream of pleasure. It goes on and on, wave after wave of sensation, more intense than any orgasm I've ever had in my life.

The three men freeze at my words.

"What?" Ares's voice is dangerous now, his fingers still buried inside me.

"He hits you?" Marco's grey eyes have gone ice cold, his thumb stilling on my oversensitive c**t.

Harvey slowly withdraws his fingers from inside me, and I watch as he deliberately licks them clean, tasting my release, his eyes locked on Leo the entire time. Then he turns slowly to face my husband, and the expression on his face is terrifying.

"You put your hands on her?" Each word is measured, controlled, and lethal.

"She's lying!" Leo backs up a step, his erection visibly deflating. "She's making that up because she's upset-"

"I'm not lying," I say quietly, sitting up fully now, my legs still spread, my p***y still exposed and glistening with my release. I let them see me. "The bruise on my arm? From five days ago when he grabbed me for asking where he'd been. The marks on my wrist? From two weeks ago when I 'provoked him' by questioning a charge on our credit card."

I stand up, wobbly on shaky legs, and walk towards Leo on unsteady feet, still wearing nothing but my bra hanging off my shoulders and my panties pulled aside.

I stop just out of his reach, close enough that he can probably smell my arousal, see the evidence of my pleasure still coating my inner thighs.

"You spent three years making me feel worthless," I say quietly. "Hitting me, cheating on me, and gaslighting me into thinking I deserved it." I gesture at the three men behind me. "They made me c*m in five minutes. Made me feel desired, beautiful, and powerful. In five minutes, they gave me more pleasure than you gave me in three years."

"Isabel," Ares says gently from the bed, but his hand is moving to his belt. "Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because he convinced me it was my fault," I whisper, my eyes still locked on Leo's. "Because he made me believe I deserved it."

Harvey's hands clench into fists, and I see him actually shaking with rage. "I'm going to kill him."

"No," I say firmly, turning back to face them. All three men are staring at me with a mixture of fury on my behalf and barely controlled lust. "No, he's not worth it, but I am worth so much more than this."

I walk back to the bed, my movements deliberately seductive, and climb back on. I lie down, spreading my legs wide, hooking my fingers in my ruined panties and pulling them off completely. I toss them in Leo's direction.

"Get out," I tell him, sliding my hand down my own body, between my legs, touching my still-sensitive c**t. "Pack a bag and get out. This is my penthouse now."

"You can't-" Leo starts, but his eyes are glued to where I'm touching myself.

"I can and I am." I slide one finger inside myself, then two, putting on a show. "This penthouse that's in MY name. My father's one condition. So get out. You have ten minutes."

"Isabel, please." His tone shifts to pleading, even as his c**k starts hardening again watching me finger myself. "We can work this out. Those men are just using you-"

"Oh, they're going to use me," I agree, adding a third finger, mimicking the stretch from before. "They're going to use my p***y, my mouth, and probably my ass before the night is over. They're going to f**k me in every position, on every surface of this penthouse, and I'm going to love every second of it."

I hear three sharp intakes of breath from the men on the bed.

"Get out, Leo," I say, my voice hard now despite my fingers working my p***y. "Before I have security throw you out, and watch the news tomorrow. I'm sure my lawyers will have interesting things to say about our divorce."

He stands there, conflicted, his c**k hard in his pants, his face a mixture of rage and unwanted arousal.

"You're nothing without me," he finally spits, but it sounds weak.

"No, I'm finally something WITH them," I correct, withdrawing my fingers and holding them up. "See this? This is what desire looks like. What being wanted looks like. Something you never gave me."

Ares moves then, gently taking my wrist and bringing my fingers to his mouth. He sucks them clean, his green eyes blazing, and Leo makes a strangled sound.

"Get the f**k out," Harvey growls. "Now. Before I forget my promise to Isabel and break you in half."

Leo storms to the closet, throwing clothes into a bag with shaking hands. He's still hard, I notice. Still aroused despite his rage.

Ten minutes later, he's gone, and I'm alone with three men who are looking at me like they want to devour me.