“Well, the heats back on,” Damien says, sipping his coffee. “We should have more wood out in the sunroom.”
Jensen dismisses himself, leaving his empty plate on the table.
“What am I, your fucking maid?” Micah complains, cleaning the dishes.
“I’m going to start the fire,” he retorts, shooting him a quick glare. “I’ll grab it after. Relax.”
Laughing under my breath, I attempt to cool off my coffee by blowing on it.
“You think it’s funny?” Micah asks.
And I nod, holding back more laughter.
“I’ll remember this,” he playfully says, shaking his head. “What are our plans for today?”
Damien shrugs. “Must’ve gotten at least two feet of snow. They haven’t even started plowing the roads. We’re stuck here for a while.”
“That’s fine with me,” I happily say, staring out the window once more. “It’s so beautiful.”
“There’s not much to do around here. Way too many tourists,” Micah explains, until I interrupt him.
“This is the best location ever. In the White Mountains, right off the Kancamagus Highway.”
Jensen returns, holding several logs of wood against his chest.
Damien smirks, staring at me with intense eyes. “Would you like to live here someday?”
“Yes!” I exclaim. “There’s just something about this cabin. It feels like home.”
“Well, then,” Jensen laughs as he walks by, with no humor intended. “We’re going to need a bigger bed.”
“It’s time, little Quinn,” Damien says.
“Time for what?”
“Time to unwrap your presents,” Micah replies, unfastening the button of his jeans.
“Do you want to know what I really want?” I ask them.
Jensen reaches behind his shoulder and pulls his shirt over his head, watching me intently.
“What do you want, little Quinn?” Damien asks from across the room.
“I want full control over all three of you,” I announce. “You do exactly as I say.”
Damien, Jensen, and Micah stand before me, observing my every move. Taking in my request. Silent as can be.
Until Micah steps forward, dropping to his knees.
“Do what you want with me,” he breathes. “For you, I’ll do anything.”
Jensen joins in, kneeling beside him, vulnerably gazing up at me. “Anything,” he agrees.
My eyes set on Damien. And without any hesitation, he kneels, before crawling over to me.
“Look at us, your little pets, sitting at your feet,” he says. “Use me, Quinn. Use all of us. With you, we have no boundaries.”
“Good boys,” I praise, running my fingers through Micah’s hair, still damp from our shower. “Now, stand.”
He obeys.
As soon as Damien and Jensen begin to stand, I firmly grip their shoulders, pushing them back down. “No,” I scold, clicking my tongue. “Just Micah.”
He towers over my small frame, staring submissively into my eyes.
Skimming the hem of his jeans with my fingertips, I give them a small tug. “I want these off,” I say, confidence bursting through me. “Now.”
Within seconds, he pulls them down, stepping out from them before kicking them off to the side. The large bulge of his erection twitches with anticipation beneath his boxers.