TAINT ME, DADDIES

4: We've always wanted you.

MAISIE

I listened to the audio on repeat.

It started over and over again till I was soaked, till my breath was ragged and my palms were fisted on my knees.

“Uncomfortable, little Hawthorne?” Zahir asked, eyes glistening with mischief, and he occasionally glanced at my clenched thighs.

“Bet she is,” his brother replied to him, “I'm sure she had no idea she sounded like that. Throaty. Desperate. And slutty. Unbecoming of a Hawthorne Princess, if I may add.”

I wanted to tell him off, but I could hardly even think. Their groans filled my ears—their curses, their commands, and filthy praises, and my reactions to them.

I heard nothing the lecturer said, and when the class finally ended, I was eager to escape and just disappear.

“Old administrative building,” Damon whispered as they plucked the earphones out of my ears, “our black van is packed at the back. Be there in 30 minutes.”

“Anytime later than that and the whole school might just find out how the Hawthorne princess sounds like when she's being plunged by three cocks.” Zahir completed smugly as they both stood and walked out of the classroom, amidst whispers and even catcalls from the girls.

I stayed rooted to my seat. I couldn't believe what just happened. I couldn't believe they knew I was the one. Of course, they knew… How could I have been so gullible to think otherwise because of some disguise makeover?

The full implication of what this meant shook me to the core. They had me on recording. They have leverage over me. They could force me to do everything they wanted. At worst, they could take it to my father, who wouldn't hesitate to kill me for doing something as abominable as this.

The students filed out of the class, and then it was just me. I rose on shaky feet, put on my winter jacket that luckily covered my ass, and walked out of the classroom. It was dark outside, even though it was just 5pm, and the coldness momentarily stunned me before I tightened my jacket around myself. Christmas lights and decorations lit up the whole area, and even though the festive mood should have buoyed me, I couldn't bring myself to feel happy.

Not with my engagement with that old man.

And definitely not with what the Vanderbilt brothers were holding on to me.

Without thinking about it, my feet were already moving in the direction of the old administrative department that was nothing less than a 20-minute walk from the main student area. The school side was often deserted, and it was even more so now that school had closed, and it was way too dark because of the winter weather.

My heart was hammering in my chest at the thoughts of what they could possibly want from me but I could think of anything that wasn't obscene and forbidden and…

A full light flashing in my eyes suddenly distracted me from my thoughts and when I removed my palm from my eyes, I saw that it was their Volkswagen van. My stomach recoiled but instead of the apprehension I had been feeling since they made me listen to that recording, I felt enraged. Angry.

How dare they do this to me?

I marched to the car, and the door opened just before I could get to it.

“What the hell is the meaning of this?” I asked, voice vibrating with anger, while the three identical brothers just stared at me. Bemused.

“Come in and close the door after you, little Hawthorne.”

“You don't tell me what to do, Ian.” I matched his gaze head-on, but he only looked amused by my display.

His brothers mirrored his expression.

“You were so eager to follow our commands the other night, Maisie. What changed?”

“I… I didn't know it was you guys.”

With that, they burst into laughter, and I realized how stupid my excuse was.

“Of course, you knew we were the ones, little Hawthorne,” Zahir replied, “We were not the ones on a see-through disguise.”

I swallowed tightly. I didn't even know when I slipped in and closed the door after me. It was only when I took my seat opposite them on the plush, glistening leather seat that I realized I was alone with them in this enclosed place that belonged to them, and that we were far from the rest of the school.

They were all looking at me, and it was unnerving.

“So what do you want?” I asked them. “We had a one-night stand. It's done. Why do this? Why create this kind of leverage? Do you want to use it to control me and get me to do everything you want?”

“What do you think we want?” Ian asked, and when I looked up at the three of them, they were looking at me like they did that night… Like they were dying to have a piece of me. The realization made me sit up in discomfort.

“What do I think? What do I…” I trailed off, suddenly exasperated and with some things clicking into place in my head, “Wait, how were you guys at the club that day? You showed up right when I got to the bar? Do you… That’s not a coincidence, is it?”

“No, it isn't,” Damon answered.

“What?”

“What can you say? We work very hard for what we want.” Zahir added, and I could only stare at the three of them in confusion.

“We've always wanted you, little Hawthorne,” Ian continued, “we've always wanted to know what you taste like, how you sound when you're being f****d…”

“We've always wanted to know how much you could take. We've always wanted to know what you looked like.”

I could hardly breathe anymore. My body was sort of trembling. When I came here, I expected some snarky replies and domineering commands. I never expected this vulnerability, confessions, and hungry gazes.

“You expect me to believe that? Our families are enemies. I'm sure your father would kill you if he should find out you're looking at a Hawthorne like this.”

“Damn our father, Maisie,” Ian’s voice was a guttural groan, “the only thing we care about right now is f*****g you.”

I exhaled slowly.

“What if I don't want you guys? Are we actually even insane right now? This is ridiculous. We shouldn't…”

“We'd let you go if you're not wet.”

“What?”

“It's a simple test, little Hawthorne,” Damon repeated himself, “If your panties aren't soaked right now, we'd let you go and never revisit this conversation again.”

“That's ridiculous.”

“Not up for a little challenge?” Ian challenged, and I squared my shoulders in defiance. That gave them the answer they wanted because Ian and Zahir were suddenly beside me. One of them slid my jacket off my shoulders while the other pulled down my shorts.

I tried not to think too much. I wasn't wet. I wasn't wet. I wasn't…

Zahir hooked his fingers around the band of my panties. Ian slowly lifted me, and my panties pulled at my ankles with my shorts.

“You're trembling,” Zahir whispered as Ian changed positions to kneel in front of me. He gently eased my legs apart and let out a long whistle.

“Dry?” Damon asked from where he sat at the other end, observing the whole thing like some sick pornography director.

“Soaked as hell,” Ian grinned, a wicked expression full of sinister promises as he pressed kisses to my thighs, “you'd think it's a dam in here, brothers. Our little Hawthorne is so wet and ready for us.”

No. I wanted to say, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was a throaty whimper when Zahir peered to confirm if I was really wet, and he used two of his fingers to spread me apart.

He lifted his fingers to my face, and I nearly cowered in shame at the liquid that was trickling down his fingers.

Then he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean one after the other. My eyes followed the movement of his tongue and lips, and a ravenous hunger for everything they had to give took over my being.

It was too much; I started fidgeting in my seat.

“Try to calm down, little Hawthorne,” Ian whispered as he kissed his way up to my p***y, “it's going to be a long evening.”

His tongue swirled over the length of my p***y. My legs buckled, my ass lifted at the intense sensation, and it tore an embarrassingly loud moan out of my mouth.

What the hell?