Dark Cravings

Warnings Polyamorous relationship DDLG * There’s a buzz under my skin, anger simmering in my veins as my Chelsea boots click against the smooth marble floors, taking big strides as I make my way through the lavish foyer. I’m an escort. Something that I started doing part-time to afford my law school fees is now a job I take seriously enough to grow my network. You see, it’s pretty convenient, you meet tons of influential people. In my case, you don’t even have to sleep with them or reveal your identity to gain favors. Influence in this world, as I’ve learned, is extremely beneficial. You need powerful people around you to be able to achieve true success you want. That doesn’t mean I don’t struggle myself. It’s just good to have more security. My security is two beautiful grown men I call my daddies. Someone has to get those beautiful dresses and luxurious masks for this masked escort, if you know what I mean. The technology that goes into each disguise or “face” of me is a lot. And although the developer of my disguises is my own friend. I can’t NOT pay him for his hard work. So imagine the frustration when one of the said daddies f***s with my work. You see, today I had to accompany this hotshot CEO to a charity ball. The guy is bisexual so he was okay with me dressing up as a male. Hence why I am Jimin today, one of the five faces I carry in this profession. But as I got ready, one very sexy but irritating-at-the-moment lawyer called me and asked me to call the meeting off. Of course, I said no. But Keagan had the balls to call my f*****g manager and was able to convince her to not let me go. That one manipulative piece of beautiful a*s. And that’s why I’m here, wearing a suit that cost me more than my tuition fee, mask off as I stride to argue some sense into the man. The guard coming out of the door must’ve sensed my bad mood as he just opened the door for me, no smile gracing his expression like usual as I thank him. My face clouds over when I look through the empty living room. Hoping, no praying that the man is home because I know Drystan isn’t. The other husband has to tattoo an important client that came last minute so he might be a bit later than usual. I don’t plan on staying tonight anyway. The strategy is to go look for Keagan, shout at him, and then run out of here before he f***s me into Sunday. Knowing him, I know he wouldn’t do that. The man practically has nothing to do with me if it’s not s*x. He’s intimidating, brooding eyes, tired and always on his phone or working. As stoic as a f*****g rock. Compared to him, Drystan is clingy. Wants to know everything from my day to my meals to my work hours. I like the both of them. The husbands are so different, yet they give me exactly what I need. Where Keagan is rough, he’s attentive during s*x. Drystan is the complete opposite. I’m sometimes scared of the tattoo artist’s obsession with me, scared he’ll kill me while f*****g me someday if it’s not for Keagan holding him back. I know I'd go happy if that happens. I find the man in question in his study, blue eyes on his laptop screen as long fingers dance over the keys. My anger boils over as glasses-covered eyes rise up to meet mine at the sound of my footsteps. “You! How dare you!?” My fists clench as a tick works its way into my jaw. “Hello to you too, Sky. Come here,” he sounds impassive as he speaks. As if he expected me to show up and shout at him. As if I’m a f*****g child. He looks ravishing in his white shirt, brown suit jacket resting on the back of his chair which means he might have gotten back from the firm not long ago. Of course, he sits to work the first thing when he gets back from work. Why am I not surprised? His black hair is ruffled but in the most perfect way, there is. It takes everything in me to not follow the command, staying rooted at my spot by the door. “I’m not coming anywhere near you, Keagan! Do you think you can control my job? Control me?” I’m vibrating at this point. And for once I try to regain my bearings, revisiting what the stupid man In front of me told me once about keeping a steady head to win my arguments. But it makes me even madder. Because he can’t be my f*****g teacher if he’s so irrational himself. “It’s not about control, baby,” for once, he sounds placating. Unlike the rough way, he usually speaks to me, as if I’m more of a subordinate than his sugar baby. “It was to keep you safe,” long fingers close the laptop before he’s rising from his chair. He strides confidently as he makes his way closer to me. “I am safe! What do I need safety from, Keagan?” I throw my hands up in frustration. Although the fact that he did something out of concern for my safety fills me with butterflies. “It’s my job to accompany people to events,” I look at him fiercely as he comes to stop before me. His blue eyes peer down into my hazel ones. “Sky the man that booked you today is the man I’m fighting a suit against next week,” he replies simply as if I’m stupid. “Yeah, well he doesn’t f*****g know me.” I put my hand on my forehead. “There is gonna be a problem if you do this every time I have a date with your opposition,” I frown at him. And his expression sours a bit when I call it a "date" as if disappointed in my reasoning. “Are you questioning my judgement, baby?” He’s stepping closer now, the way his nostrils flare is the only indication that he’s about to lose it. “You have accompanied me publicly at enough events. Do you seriously think it’s that hard to trace back to who you are and what agency you work for?” His eyes are blazing, jaw working as he clamps his mouth shut. It’s hot. Makes me wanna kiss him hard and dirty. But we can’t do that, HE won't do that, not without Drystan. “Okay, so I’m an escort that accompanied you to a couple of events. So what? Why would he be using an escort against you?” I don’t realize I’m stepping back until my back hits the wall. “Aren’t you a mouthy little brat?” He’s caging me against the wall. And the way he says the words with so much anger has a different type of fire igniting in me. My body arches towards him without permission but I keep the defiance in my eyes still. “If he can trace you back to your agency, he can trace you back to me and the relationship you have with us,” he’s spitting out. “So? I don’t even matter to you. What are you so scared of?” The words I’ve been trying to hold back for so long finally tumbled out of my mouth. The blank way Keagan looks at me is telling enough. I close my eyes, mentally cursing myself for letting that slip. But the deal is down anyway. “Whatever,” I whisper as I try to push him off, stepping out of the cage of his arms to hightail back home and drowning in ice cream. Maybe I can call Drystan later and have him cuddle me to sleep. “Wait,” he sounds mad, mad mad, when he speaks. When I don’t stop, there’s a hard grip around my wrist, keeping me rooted on the spot. “That’s what you think?” He growls, pulling hard so I’m back against the wall, his hard body caging me and pushing closer until I’m on my tiptoes. “I don’t wanna talk to you,” I tell him as I struggle against his hold futilely. Rough fingers grasp my face, turning my head so I’m looking up at him. “Oh no, you don’t. Is that why you don’t even look at me anymore?” He growls, long fingers pressing against my bottom lip to force my mouth open. I open readily although my eyes still tear up at his words, sucking on his fingers to save myself from the reply. “I need an answer, baby,” he commands and I whimper, long fingers pulling out of my mouth to wrap possessively against my neck. “Cause, you don’t like me.” I sniffle, previous anger forgotten as I slip rapidly into sub-space. “You only keep me cause Drystan says so. You are the one who doesn’t look at me outside of s*x, daddy,” I whisper, tearing up at the gorgeous man. He’s working his jaw again, in thought as his fingers caress my cheek, wiping away the tears that fall from my eyes. “That’s not true, pretty baby,” he coes at me, shaking his head as if thinking something over before he mutters a silent “f**k it” and wraps me up in his arms. His large hands pan around my back, tracing my form as I sniffle into his neck. I almost yelp when he suddenly picks me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carries me to his chair. I don’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing. Caring for me like a baby. He’s never done this before but I’m thankful for it nonetheless. Having received nothing but s*x and gifts from Keagan, this is a good development. And I’ll take it any day over being ignored in favor of work. He sits down with me on his lap, cradling me like a child as he rocks us from side to side. “Baby, I… I’m so so sorry,” he speaks in my hair, dropping kisses on the crown of my head before he nuzzles me. “I just suck at this. Me and Drystan has never had a common partner before. He did his own thing and sometimes I did mine. There was no sharing. So when it comes to you. I get cautious. Because I’ve never seen Drystan so possessive over someone. And I’m scared it’ll cause a rift between us. We’re best friends before we’re husbands, pretty." He speaks so sadly, it makes me want to comfort him. "And Drystan is important to me. Doesn’t mean you aren’t. I just want this arrangement to work for a long time. I… I thought if I gave you the things that Drystan doesn’t and stay away in entertaining you in some, maybe we can all be happy here. It’s stupid, I know but, I, I reasoned that you didn’t even notice my absence sometimes. Since you prefer Drystan better over me. It’s fine! Even if you do like Drystan more, I shouldn’t have ignored you. I’m sorry,” he finishes speaking in my hair. And needless to say, I’m surprised. One because this is probably the longest I’ve heard him speak at one time and two because I had no idea he felt like that. “Daddy, that’s not true. I want you, the both of you. I like you both so much, I can't show it with you 'cause you try to keep me away. But now, I understand, I'm sorry too," I tell him confidently. Kissing his cheek before I peck him shyly on the lips. “And apology accepted. Only if your promise to not ignore me anymore,” I pout. He chuckles, throwing his head back as he squeezes me closer by my a*s. “Never, baby. I promise,” he kisses me softly. His mouth is lazy, in no hurry as he just lets his lips press against mine in tender pecks. It lulls me into a deep sense of security and comfort, my eyes close as I lean against his chest. Already close to falling asleep with the gentle way he handles me. It’s the loud cough that breaks me out of my lazy space. Keagan seems to freeze under me as we both look at Drystan leaning casually by the door. Less alarmed than Keagan, I take in the man in front of me. Thick arms corded with muscles, painted in beautiful ink rest folded against his buff chest. He must have taken off his leather jacket, standing there in just a black sleeveless shirt that stretches over his chest and a tight pair of ripped jeans, he’s every woman’s wet dream. I moan at the sight of him, instantly grabbing his attention as he takes me in, eyes traveling over my clothed form drapped over Keagan’s lap, he smirks. “Now this is a nice sight to come back home to. Are we having a talk-it-out night?” He chuckles when Keagan curses at him, gentle hands pressing me against his chest. “We’re trying to solve out some misunderstandings. You were listening in, I'm sure,” Keagan tells him, kissing my head once he’s done. And I preen under the attention. “Hm, seems like so. I might have some of my own, let's talk them out too. Later though,” Drystan asks, his arms falling from their folded position as he takes me in once more. And I sit upright in alarm, hoping Drystan hasn't been holding in too much like us too. “We can do that,” Keagan shrugs under my cheek, still rocking me. It makes me smile. Drystan walks over to us, pressing a kiss against Kaegan’s mouth before he chuckles at my smile. “Don’t you look like the cat that’s gotten all the cream?” He grabs my face, making me whimper up at him at the rough handling. “I have yet to get the cream,” I giggle suggestively and he just shakes his head. Leaning down and taking me in a possessive kiss. I moan in his mouth as he grabs my face, one hand wrapping around my throat as he pushes his tongue in my mouth, tangling it with mine. Tugging at my hair, he breaks the kiss to mouth at my jaw before standing upright, leaving me breathless and wet. I whimper pathetically and Keagan has the audacity to chuckle at it. “So needy,” slender fingers wipe away the drool on my chin before he pecks me adoringly. And the heavenly way the both of them kiss me, so lovingly yet so tenderly makes me feel so cherished. “I brought Chinese. Let’s eat before it gets cold,” Drystan says, making me whoop in celebration since I haven’t eaten since morning. The men just chuckle at my antics before Drystan picks me off Keagan’s lap and starts walking out of the study. I nuzzle under his chin, watching as Keagan closes his laptop and walks out after us. “Can we have a sleepover?” I mutter cutely, loud enough for them to hear. I’m placed on the marble countertop, kissed once by Drystan before he moves to set the table. Keagan replaces him between my legs. “Depends on what it includes, pretty baby. If it’s just talk, no. If talk then play, yes.” His hands trace up and down my thighs. The tender yet the low way he speaks makes me want to just skip dinner and talk part and just get to the play part. “I wan’ play,” I look at him through my lashes, pursing my lips, “Why no just talk though?“ I ask when he mouths at my neck, nibbling softly at the skin. “Because we wanna f**k you tonight, pet. And I don’t think we would be able to hold back if you just want to talk,” Drystan answers instead of Keagan as he steps next to Keagan. I whimper at him, reaching for him and he comes readily, diving into my mouth the moment I open up for him. He kisses me dirty, hands anything but nice as they tug at my hair. I moan into his mouth, Keagan’s mouth on me doesn’t help my case at all. I moan brokenly when Drystan pulls away, tugging at Keagan’s hair to give his mouth the same attention he gave mine. The sight is so sexy, I find myself creaming, rubbing up against Keagan to lower the ache. I mouth at Keagan’s jaw, biting at the little stubble as I moan at the taste of him. Drystan takes his hand off me to grab Keagan’s face with both of them, pulling back so he can lick at his lips filthily. “I love that you talked everything out. Did so good, my good boy,” he praises him and I cry at the cloudiness of Keagan’s eyes. Wanting their attention on me but at the same time wanting them to continue. To devour each other. I find myself rubbing up against Keagan faster, my n*****s turn stiff and uncomfortable under the many bandages and I want out of my clothes. I want my daddies in me, around me and I don’t care about anything else. “What do you want, baby?” Keagan pushes my hair off my face, holding my hips to still my mindless grinding and I cry at the loss of friction. He kisses my forehead, shushing me as I grasp at Drystan’s shirt. “Wan’ out,” I tug at my shirt with one hand, begging Keagan with my eyes. The body pads I wore to look like a man making me feel uncomfortable and stuffy. “Not comfy, wan’ out,” I whimper when none of them moves to get me out of my clothes. “If we undress her, I will f**k her,” Drystan says as Keagan takes off my jacket before unbuttoning my shirt. “I wan’, please daddy,” I pull Drystan closer, luring him to just f**k me. I need it so badly. “No, you won’t f**k her because she needs to be a good baby and eat.” Keagan, always the voice of reason states resolutely, and me and Drystan both moan in longing. “And I’m undressing her because she’s uncomfortable and we can’t have that. Go fetch her a shirt and quell your boner down,” Keagan orders, making me whimper in response. "Sir, yes sir," Drystan nibbles at Keagan's ear before he winks at me, strutting off. “I don’t wanna eat, daddy,” I try to reason but he just tuts at me. He takes off my shirt and unbuckles the body pads before folding it neatly on the stool. I mouth at his neck, trying to be good but unable to keep my hands off him yet as I take deep lungfuls of his scent. Unbuttoning my pants, he pulls me off the counter to take them off. He lets me lean against him as he takes the shirt from Drystan, dressing me in the black fabric that probably belongs to the tattoo artist based on its scent. I have managed to calm down by the time Drystan carries me to the table and places me on his lap, Keagan sitting right beside us. But I’m still needy enough that I can’t stand them away from me. So I grasp Keagan’s left hand, intertwining my fingers with his and placing them on my lap as Drystan feeds me. I smile, happily. I can’t wait to have their c***s in me later. *