TAINT ME, DADDIES

3: Everything Went Wrong

3: MAISIE

Everything went wrong.

I woke up the next morning with a sore and aching body. The bed was unfamiliar, and so was the room. I stared at the wideness and bareness of it. Apart from the bed and the small bedside table, there was nothing else in the room. I looked back on the bed and what I saw tore a scream out of my mouth. I quickly covered my mouth with my palms to stifle the sound.

Lying around me on the bed were the Vanderbilt Brothers. And they were very much naked.

The events from last night came flooding in.

I had followed them to their booth with the intention of not staying more than half an hour. I gave them a fake name: Lucy… that was the first thing that came to mind. Within a few minutes, I realized why most of the Elite Girls were desperate to jump into their beds. They were sweet, dangerous talkers. And with all three of them looking at me intensely with identical faces even though they were dressed differently: Damon in casual black pants and tee, Zahir dressed in black pants with his tight white shirt that showed off his ripped and bound muscles with buttons left undone from his chest, and Ian dressed the most casually dressed of them all in a pair of random pants, tee, and a shirt that was left unbuttoned…

It was hard to keep my s**t together. Three hot men! Staring at me with unfiltered hunger and want as if the only thing they needed from me was a go-ahead to treat me like a… To give me the princess treatment that they promised. The loud music, smell of sounds, and erotic sounds that filtered into our ears at intervals didn't help things either.

It worsened them.

It made my panties cling to my core.

“So, Lucy, what are you doing in the club alone?” Damon asked from where he sat opposite me, a glass of wine twirling in his hand.

“Well, I came to get away and to explore things.”

“Things like what?” Zahir asked a bit too brightly as he leaned over. He was sitting beside me, and now he was almost entering me. My brain was short-circuiting at our proximity.

“You tell me,” I felt suddenly too confident and brazen, “what things do you think I'm here to explore?”

Ian chuckled from across me as he took a sip of his drink, while still maintaining eye contact with me, “Things like getting f****d. Things like getting slutted out by a guy or multiple guys?”

I looked away instinctively. My cheeks were burning. My heart was racing, and it was a dam down there.

“Is my brother right?” Zahir moved closer. His palm landed on my left thigh, dragged it apart, and started trailing his hand upwards to where I was the most sensitive. When he spoke again, his words brushed against my ears, “Are you here to get f****d?”

“No, I mean… I didn't…” his fingers brushed against my soaked panties, and a moan tore out of my mouth. He chuckled into my ears before exchanging glances that looked strangely triumphant with his brothers.

“We'll take that sound as a yes.”

“Yes,” his finger was still trailing lines over my panties, and the word had barely left my mouth before I was pulled away, pulled through the crowd, through the stairs, and into a room that was opened by a card. The room was barely lit, and we barely even entered when they were on me.

They were everywhere at once. My boobs received attention like they were a queen made to be revered. Two tongues wrapped around either of the n*****s and sucked… and kept sucking like whatever they were getting from it was what they needed to survive.

Beneath me, one of them was there, eating my p***y with reckless abandon. I couldn't even tell who was who… The only thing I could tell was the overwhelming pleasure I was getting. It felt too good that my moans were wanton and loud, and tears pooled in my eyes from the force of my pleasure.

The ones sucking my boobs joined my p***y by massaging either side and pulling me apart in a way that made their brother have deeper access. The effect of that was to make my head spin, make stars explode beneath my eyelids, and make my orgasms, a stream of them, descend on me like a volcanic eruption.

“Oh my god!” I panted when they finally pulled away, “That was…”

“We haven't even started with you,” the voice I recognized to be Ian’s growled before I was gently pushed to lie on the bed.

They kept to his words of ‘they haven't even started with me’ because over the next hour, I was slutted out most intensely and beautifully possible. I had d***s sliding in and out of my holes. One wrecked my p***y while another took his sweet time making good use of my mouth. The other one took his sweet time sucking my n*****s and toying with them. The sounds we made were obscene, wanton, guttural. My moans were the loudest. I begged and whimpered, and it got to a point where I sobbed from the sheer force of my multiple orgasms, the pleasure that blurred every other thing, and my spent body.

Now I was fully awake, fully conscious, and the aftermath of my stupidity was staring me in the face.

I had slept with the enemy, and it wasn't even one of them. It was the three of them. At once. What does that even make me?

My father would kill me for fraternizing with the enemy and Knox… Oh my god! Knox. How could I betray my brother like this?

I stood from the bed, careful not to make a sound as I fished out my clothing from where they were strewn across the room. I couldn't find my panties, and I had to leave like that. I was almost at the door when I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and my disguise had slipped completely. A look at me now and they'd be able to tell who I am.

That made me flee.

I didn't stop until I was out of the club and out of the area completely. I checked myself into one of our family's hotels, and it didn't take more than an hour before Dad sent his men to bring me home by any means necessary.

At home, Mom was enraged. I was the child who had disobeyed and embarrassed her. She shouted at me for almost 15 minutes before Dad, who sat calmly during her outburst, spoke.

“Last night was supposed to be an opportunity for you to meet and get to know him, but since you consider that a waste of your time, your engagement announcement would be in the papers on Monday.”

“Dad…”

“Your wedding would be in six months, and if you're fortunate, you might get a chance to meet him before then, but otherwise, you'll meet him at the altar.”

“Dad, that can't be happening. I'm…”

“That's final, Maisie Hawthorne,” he stood and walked to the stairs without a backward glance, “You made your bed so you must lie on it.”

I turned to Mom for help, but she was already scurrying after her husband. I rubbed my hair and face in frustration. A part of me wanted to believe this was a sick joke, but I knew Dad well enough to know he never joked about anything that would increase the revenue and ratings of the Hawthorne Empire.

I walked to my room, frustrated, angry, and tired. Knox was sitting on my study chair when I entered.

“Are you okay?” he asked as soon as he saw me, and he stood up to walk closer.

“Yeah, I'm good.”

“Where were you last night? I tried reaching you. I was so worried, Maisie. At least tell me before you do things like this.”

His gray eyes were full of worry, and it made me ashamed. Last night, I was busy frolicking with the people he hated with passion. How could I even do that to him? He must never find out. It was a secret I'd take to my grave.

“I'm sorry. It all just happened so fast, and I turned my devices off so dad won't be able to track me.”

“I understand, but you could have at least texted. Hmm,” he moved even closer and pulled me into his arms. I melted. The hug felt like home, and I didn't know when I started sobbing. My parents were really going to marry me off to a man 18 years old, older than me.

“Everything will be fine, Maisie. I promise you. You won't have to marry that man.”

I wanted to believe him, but I knew it wasn't possible. The only way to escape it was if only my parents decided otherwise.

But as long as they wanted me to marry him, there was no escaping it.

I found out the identity of the man I was marrying on Monday morning. One engagement made headlines across popular blogs and newspapers. He was Aiden Kent, a British Asian who built his billion-dollar empire by investing in good companies. His reputation was all shiny and posh online: he has multiple charity organizations, lots of NGOs, sponsors lots of scholarships, and actively campaigns to save the planet. It was digging deep that revealed a darker side of him. He has multiple s****l assault charges that were either dropped because the victims disappeared mysteriously or didn't want to press charges again. There were a couple of violence charges from his staff, too, but all the news about this was buried in blogs that no longer garnered traffic.

I didn't need to think deeply before understanding that he was a sicko who uses charity to bury his real side. And my parents expected me to marry him.

I was pointed out and whispered about in school, but I ignored them all. My friend, Angela, wanted to know if it was true, but didn't push it when I told her I didn't want to talk about it. Ignoring the whispers made it die down quickly, and by Friday, no one was talking about it again.

On Friday, I was in my last class for the day, with the lecturer running late, when a huge murmur broke out. I turned to its direction to see two guys walking in, and they were none other than the Vanderbilt brothers. I instinctively covered my face with my hair as girls fawned over them and called them to come and sit beside them.

God! What are they doing here?

I was soon surrounded by male testosterone and scent, and when I looked up, I was flanked on both sides by my Zahir and Damon. And the first image that came to my mind was Damon eating me out while Zahir glided in and out of my mouth.

“What are you doing here?” I asked angrily as I looked from a grinning brother to another.

“Why so feisty, Lucy?” Zahir asked, right elbow propped on the desk so he could look at me close up. I made to stand up, but the lecturer came in then and dove straight into the lecture.

“You guys should find another seat,” I hissed under my breath, “what… Why are…”

“Shh!” Damon from my left whispered into my ear, and I couldn't help the way my body jolted.

“We only want you to listen to this.” Both of them plucked earphones into my two ears at the same time, and I glared at them, wondering what the hell this display was about.

Damon pressed play on an audio clip on his phone, and the sounds that came out made me jump. They. Both. Chuckled.

The audio that was playing was from Friday night. My moans were loud and throaty. Their groans guttural. The slapping and slurping sounds filled my ears. The sounds were unholy, and they knew. They've always known it was me.

I made to pluck the earphones out.

“Don't,” Zahir warned, voice commanding and eyes dark as he stared at me, “don't touch the earphones if you don't want the audio to be played for the whole class.”