5 comments/ 19167 views/ 2 favorites Setting Me Straight By: bleuangele It was Valentine's Day once more. Every since my ex broke my heart two years ago, every act of romance soured my stomach -- literally. I couldn't stand to be physically near any public displays of affection. When friends and co-workers talked about being "in love" I had to leave the vicinity. It was a true test of wills for me to not smart off to all these fools. Sure, I had been one of them. I was more of a fool then they were for loving him as long as I did and for what. So one day he could tell me that he didn't care anymore and it was over. Not to mention the new girl that showed up a few weeks later. Yeah. I was a fool. So now I'm embittered, miserable and lonely with a deep hatred for all things romantic especially Valentine's Day. So what was I doing at a Valentine's Day party the Friday night before? Good question. Simple -- my best friend Aiden and a side of guilt mixed in. Good thing there was plenty of alcohol flowing. I was seated in the corner nursing my third drink of the night hoping I would pass out soon. Or at least my best friend Aiden would have pity on me and let me go. It was his party after all. I noticed he was a great host. The party wasn't that big and of course I knew all his friends, which was nice. Too bad I was not in the mood. I'm sure he noticed my attitude, since he kept glancing at me as he socialized. Just thinking of him brought memories of how I got coerced into going. * * * * "Come on, El," Aiden said exasperated at me. We were seated on my couch eating pizza and watching a martial arts movie. It was a ritual of ours and had been for the four years we'd been friends. We had been discussing parties and what not and he once again brought up his annual V-day Bash shindig. He was excited that this year Valentine's Day fell on a Saturday. Not only could we get blitzed the night before, but also all the hung over people got one more day to recover before work on Monday. Every year, he threw some kind of "love is in the air" bash. He had even before we were friends. I used to help him set things up or give him ideas on what to do. But every since my ex, I flat out refused to have anything do with his party. In fact, he was actually getting pissed off at me at the moment because of my attitude about it. "Look, it's been two fucking years. I know he hurt you... bad... but get over it already. You've got to stop being such a bitch about it. I'm saying this as your friend," he stated bluntly to me. My eyes started to water at the harshness of his tone. Even though he meant well, it hurt to hear those words at of his mouth. He cursed when I turned from him. I knew he knew that he made me cry. In a flash, he scooted over to me and tried to wrap his arms around me. He always comforted me whenever I hurt, especially because of something he did or said. But, it made me mad and even though I would regret it later, I pushed him hard. I jumped off the couch and ran to my room, slammed the door and locked it shut. I flung myself onto my bed and cried my eyes out. I really didn't know why I was crying. It was only the truth he told me. And as my best friend, it was his duty to tell me these things. I did the same for him. I bitched him out when he was being an ass. Why was this any different? Because it was about my ex and because I knew he was right. Still it hurt to hear him cussing at me. I heard him pounding on the door and apologizing but I didn't want to deal with any more tonight. So I ignored him. After awhile, he left me alone. He had a key to my place so when I heard the front door open, close and lock; I knew he finally went home. I ended up crying myself to sleep. When I woke up the next morning, guilt made me call him and apologize. He listened and then asked me nicely to please come to his party. I felt bad so I agreed -- which is why I was sitting here in the corner trying my damnedest to get drunk off my ass. There were too many couples sitting around making out. Even his friends had found some dates. I was the only single one next to Aiden. Damn him, I thought to myself. He used my guilt to "persuade" me that I had to attend and short of dying, there was no way out of it. As if the whole romance crap wasn't enough, I still felt out of place among his friends, especially the girls. All of Aiden's other female friends were the usual blonde hair blue eyed Barbie doll type that made guys drool. I was the only Asian girl in his circle of friends and I was short and curvy to boot. At five feet two and a healthy size eight, I felt I didn't fit the standard profile that Aiden and his friends liked to date. Instead of using my difference to my advantage, it made me feel like an outcast so I tended to be a wallflower all social gatherings I attended. I usually didn't mind as I got to people watch. But tonight, I just wanted to be alone and preferably in the bathroom. With that thought, I left to go to Aiden's bedroom. He had a private bathroom that no one was allowed to use, but I knew he didn't mind me using it. I shut the door and slid down behind it. I tried to not cry, but between getting drunk and seeing the others enjoying themselves, it was hard. So I gave in and lay down on the cool floor and cried -- and then passed out after that. I woke up the next day with a fierce hangover and in Aiden's guest bedroom. Guilt set in as I realized he had taken care of me last night. I vaguely remembered passing out. Oh shit, I thought when I remembered him holding my head over the toilet -- which explained the nasty taste in my mouth. I hoped for the best but braced for the worst as I made my way down the hall. When I stumbled into the kitchen, he was there with a glass of water and aspirin. After that, he made some coffee and sat next to me. "Elizabeth," he started. I winced. He only said my full name when he was really pissed off at me. "I have had enough of this shit. Enough is enough and you are going to see that one way or another today. Finish your coffee. We're going back to your place so you can get freshened up and then we're coming back here. I'm going to go make some phone calls. And don't you dare think of leaving before I get back," he finished with the meanest glare I had ever seen on his face. Frankly, at this point, I was freaking out. I had never seen this side of Aiden before. And a part of me was kind of turned on. That surprised me. I stared at him as he stomped out of the kitchen. Being the coward that I was, I didn't dare disobey him. I did exactly as he asked and sat there until he returned. Then, we left. A half hour later, we returned. I had gotten a shower and some clean clothes. I brushed my teeth and hair and put some shoes on. Then, Aiden pushed me out the door and locked up behind us. Now back at his place, he didn't say anything but walked directly to his bedroom. I meekly followed behind him. I was so afraid to have him yell at me again. He stood at the door waiting so I took that as a signal to go on in. As soon as I walked past him, he shut the door behind him. That caused me to turn and look at him. Now, I was really getting scared. Even though Aiden was a damn good-looking piece of ass and I fantasized about him all the time, we never had that kind of relationship. Yet, here we stood in his bedroom and I was thinking all those thoughts that I probably shouldn't be. He strode purposely towards me and grabbed my arm. He dragged me to the bed and then pushed me onto it. At this point, I didn't have a single clue as to what was going on. I opened my mouth to speak, but he glared so furiously at me, I physically cringed away from him. "You are going to take a nap," he ordered me. I nodded wordlessly. He glared at me until I pulled down his covers and crawled under them. When, I settled my head on his pillows, his gaze softened. He surprised me by kissing me softly on the forehead before he left. Now, I was really confused, but since I still felt like shit and really, really tired, I figured a nap would be a good idea. I snuggled further down into his huge bed. I sighed as my nose caught remnants of his aftershave on the pillow. It was comforting in an odd way. Before I could think some more on it, I was asleep. * * * * "Is she sleeping?" Paul asked Aiden. He nodded in reply. "You sure this is a good idea man?" Grant asked. Aiden was having second thoughts, but he was tired of seeing El hurt all the time. She was becoming so bitter and cynical, he was afraid she would never be the happy sweet girl he met all those years ago. He, Paul and Grant were her closest friends. But the other guys knew that Aiden loved her more than a friend. He had when she was with the ex. But he never told her and now, it was eating him up seeing her hurt all the time. They talked about it whenever she wasn't around. And as they watched her being miserable last night, they didn't know how much more they could take as well. Aiden finally told them that it was up to them, her best friends, to get her to move on. She deserved happiness and love. She just had to be forced to see it from the ones who cared about her the most. And this weekend they hoped their plan would work. "Let's go," Aiden said firmly. He had switched an aspirin with a sleeping pill so he knew she wouldn't wake up when they walked into the bedroom. The three of them moved quickly and as quietly as they could. As one, they pulled the covers off of El. Then, Paul and Grant moved to tie ropes around the posts of the bed as Aiden moved her to the center of the bed and carefully rolled her onto her stomach. He was glad she wore sweats instead of jeans. He pulled those off and had to sigh as a red lacey thong came into view. Grant smacked him to get him moving again. With a grin, he finished pulling her sweats off and they proceeded to tie her arms to the posts. They left her legs unbound and put the covers back so she wouldn't get cold. Then they stepped out of the room and finished making plans. * * * * I heard my name being whispered in my ear. A voice was telling me to wake up. Groggily, I forced myself to obey. I realized it was Aiden whispering to me. He sounded very close to me. I slowly opened my eyes to see his face right in front of me. He smiled when I looked at him and I couldn't help but smile back. Then I frowned as I tried to turn over but couldn't. Why did my arms feel strange? I tried to turn my head but I couldn't either. I tried moving my arms again, but realized with a shock that I was tied to his bedposts. "Aiden..." I whispered fearfully. He still hadn't moved from in front of me. He watched the myriad of emotions flit across my face and didn't move a muscle. Only when I said his name did his face change. He grew somber while he looked at me. I started to shake at this point. With a sigh, he leaned forward and softly kissed me on the lips. I froze. His lips were so soft and warm. I had always wondered what it would be like to kiss him. He gently pressed his lips briefly on mine before he pulled away and looked at me again. This time seriousness was written all over his face. "Elizabeth..." he started. "I want you to know that I love you and have for a long time. You are so beautiful. Not just physically but you're soul and heart is so beautiful. I know he hurt you. But, you need to let the past go, because I want a future with you. Remember this." With that said, he stood up and looking past me nodded. I felt the covers being pulled down from around me. At the same time, I realized I had lost my pants some time ago. I shrieked when my thong came into view. I shrieked again and started thrashing when I felt two hands that didn't belong to Aiden grab my ankles and pull my legs apart. I started to shake as fear raced through me. I looked up at Aiden. He was watching me with a stoic face on. I wanted to beg and plead but I couldn't get the words to come out. Instead, I kept trying to pull my legs together and my arms down. Aiden, on the other hand, just stood there and watched me tire myself out. When, I ran out of energy, I began crying. Tears dripped down my face behind my closed eyes. I stiffened as I felt the bed sag next to me. Aiden sat down next to me and stroked my hair. I flinched away from him. After what seemed like hours, but I knew was only a few minutes, I finally ran out of tears. Aiden's hand still stroked my hair. In a weird way, it was comforting. I knew he liked my hair. He always had such nice things to say about it. It calmed and soothed me to have him touching me like this. I stiffened up in surprise as I felt the bed sag again on the other side. Since someone was still holding my legs apart and Aiden was in front of me, I figured out there were three people in the room. "It's me, Paul and Grant here Elizabeth," Aiden spoke knowingly. My eyes popped open and I gasped as I realized my three best friends had tied me up and even now could see me half naked. I went from being afraid to being angry in two seconds flat. "What the fuck do you think you're doing guys?!?" I yelled at them. "Untie me right now and let me go!!" I demanded. Stupidly, I glanced over at Aiden and he did not look pleased at me. My anger started to fade and I grew afraid again. I should have thought things out before opening my mouth. Instead, I yelped as a hand sharply and painfully slapped my ass hard. More cries escaped my lips as four more slaps followed the first. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to keep the tears from falling as burning pain and embarrassment flowed through me. "Elizabeth -- you will be silent. If you can't, I will gag you," Aiden said to me in a no-nonsense tone. Even as my mind flailed about in denial that this was happening to me, a burst of excitement flowed through my body. I was turned on by Aiden's dominance. I had a revelation as I thought about my reaction to him. I was semi-submissive already. Part of it stemmed from the Asian culture and the way I way I had been raised. I was taught to put other's desires and needs before my own. I had to learn to accept other's wishes and not argue against them. Even now, as an adult, I can't find it in me to go against an authoritative figure, especially when confronted. The other part was fed by my desire to please. Praise was hard to come by growing up and as I matured into adulthood my submissive nature fed the craving I had to be acknowledged. My ex knew that so he usually got his way in almost every situation. But I never let Aiden know that. It made me wonder why he decided to do whatever he planned with the others today. It made me wet thinking about all the wicked things he could do to me in this situation. It made me want to rebel just to see what consequences there were -- which made me open my mouth stupidly again. "Don't you even think about it, Aiden," I responded just as serious. "I am not your pet. You had better untie me right now. I mean it," I said threateningly to him. He turned from me so I didn't see his reaction to my words. Even so, I knew I was pushing his buttons. Granted, it was exciting me, but I really felt uncomfortable about this. These guys were my best friends. How could I face them after today if they saw me naked? What if we had sex? Our friendship would be over. That scared me more than anything because I truly loved these guys. Of course, Paul knew exactly what to say to throw me off track. "Hey guys, I think El likes this. She's getting wet," he snickered at my feet. I realized he was holding my legs still and was staring at my crotch too. Damn him, I thought to myself. I cried out again as the same hand from before spanked the other ass cheek just as hard as before -- five times too. I knew now it was Grant's hand. Damn him too, I thought biting my lip as tears leaked from my eyes. My ass was on fire, but I knew my pussy was starting to get real wet by now. Sure enough, Paul called out once more about the growing wetness in the crotch of my thong. Aiden moved at this point only to grab my thong and rip it away. He held it in front of my face so I could see how wet it had got. Once again, I stupidly opened my mouth to say something and just as quick, he shoved it in my mouth. Now, I was shocked as hell and horny as you wouldn't believe. I locked onto his face and just looked at him. He had a serious expression on his face, but in his eyes I saw something amazing -- love. He really did love me. And in a perverse way, he was going to show me how much he loved me and make me forget my ex. And even more perverse, I wanted him to. I wanted him to hold me down and beat me into submission. I wanted him to take me forcefully and dominate me until I cried out his name and begged for more. And in the deepest part of my heart, I wanted to be loved... by Aiden. "You have a beautiful pussy, El," Paul said reverently. I blushed but was secretly pleased he thought so. "I especially like that you shave yourself bare... no you must wax because it looks so smooth," he continued. "Just like these luscious legs of yours," Grant added. "And your ass looks good enough to eat," he commented while rubbing it softly. I closed my eyes and moaned with the pain and pleasure of his touch. "You are so beautiful, Elizabeth," Aiden said seriously. I felt his hands moving down my back to grab the ends of my shirt. He pulled it slowly up and I unconsciously helped him by lifting up from the bed. I tensed when I remembered I wasn't wearing a bra, but I couldn't stop a moan from escaping when the shirt brushed against my bare nipples. He left it bunched up under my armpits since I was tied up. Without a word, I felt Aiden's hands on my bare body finally. Together with Grant, they moved me until I was kneeling on the bed with my head buried into the pillows. Paul pushed me forward enough so I was able to place my hands flat and push myself up slightly. "Elizabeth ..." Aiden whispered in my ear. His tongue reached out to flick against it and a shiver ran through me. "Let him go. Let it all go," he whispered. He kept whispering to me but his words faded away when I felt Paul's tongue licking my calf. I moaned audibly when Grant, who still sat next to me, started to spank and rub my ass in tandem. Then I lost it when Aiden's hands reached out to tug my nipples. Gently at first and then with hard pinches, I jerked and trembled at the onslaught of feelings. All of it was too much stimulation. My head shot up and my back arched as I suddenly came. My mind was in shock -- this had never happened before. They had made me come without touching my pussy. It was the only way I ever got to come before as sex with my ex was only about him. Usually I faked my pleasure and got off masturbating most of the time. It wasn't gratifying but I loved him and thought nothing about it. Yet, now, as my orgasm faded, I had to admit it was wonderful. And I wanted more. And I think Aiden knew it. When I slumped back to the bed, I felt Aiden and Grant get up. Paul still held my ankles, but then he let go too. I turned my head to look at Aiden. He was standing next to me just watching me. A part of me wanted to curl up and try to sink into the bed. But the other part of me that was waking up wanted to see where this was going. I turned away from him and dropped my head down in to the pillows. In that moment, I knew I wanted this. I hungered for this pain and pleasure. I needed whatever the guys had planned for me. With that revelation, all fight in me evaporated. I lifted my head slightly and slowly slid down the bed. I braced my hands against the headboard and lowered the top half of me down onto the bed. Still on my knees, I arched my back raising my ass higher and spread my legs farther apart. When I stopped moving, I was a sight to behold. With my dripping pussy and bright pink ass on display, I smiled to myself as I heard appreciative groans around me. I turned my head as best I could to look at Aiden. There was a smile on his face and he lovingly reached out to stroke my cheek. I closed my eyes in pleasure. A sigh escaped me as he tugged my thong out of my mouth. Setting Me Straight "Elizabeth ..." Aiden seductively said to me. I opened my eyes to look at him. There was a question behind his words, but hunger and desire was written all over his face. I turned my head to look at Grant and Paul. The same was on their faces. With a smile, I looked both of them in the eye and with a glance that anyone could understand looked right at their crotch. I licked my lips unconsciously as their arousal was evident. They groaned in unison and then started to take their clothes off. I turned back to Aiden. My eyes traveled slowly down his body and it was my turn to sigh. He was still clothed but he knew I wanted him. It was evident. He too began to take his clothes off, but he did it in such a way as to tease me. I watched him. My pussy got wetter as more of his naked skin came into view. And when he was completely naked, I had to close my eyes and moan. He was everything I had imagined and then some. He was so mouth-watering delicious, that if I kept staring, I was sure to burst into flames -- literally. "You look hungry, El," Grant whispered sinfully in my ear. I nodded shamelessly. The bed sagged once more as the three of them settled in around me. I heard and felt the ropes being tugged and then untied from around my wrists. I didn't move when they freed them. It was a good thing as my hands were grabbed and made to wrap around the bar at the base of the headboard. "Don't move them, El," he commanded. Once again I nodded. I started as I felt something silky caress my face. I was quick to realize they wanted me blindfolded. And sure enough I was. My body started to tingle again. It was a battle to not rub my legs together or move my hands, but I fought the temptation and remained in position. I gasped in surprise when a tongue swiped my pussy from top to bottom. This time my legs moved on their own only to stop when my ass exploded in pain. I cried out but got the message. Shakily, I moved them back. I felt the bed between my legs move again. It seemed that someone was positioning themselves more comfortably. I braced myself for more tongue action almost eagerly. Minutes passed and nothing happened. My hands kept clenching the bar they were wrapped around. My body trembled with need. Finally, I whimpered loudly. I didn't speak as Aiden had commanded me not to earlier but if something didn't happen, I was going to break down. A cry escaped me as hand wrapped itself in my long silky midnight black hair and tugged sharply forcing my head up and to the side. I assumed it was Aiden as my face was positioned towards him. Sure enough, his voice broke my reverie. "Do you want this, Elizabeth?" Aiden asked quietly. "Do you want Paul's tongue licking your hot pussy and sucking your clit until you come? Do you want Grant to spank your ass and tits until they're red and on fire? Do you want me to fuck every hole of yours until you scream? Or should we just leave you wrapped up in your pain and misery? Tell us what you want, Elizabeth," he finished softly while letting go of my hair. I heard his words, but at the same time something completely different. I heard his pain and sorrow. I heard his concern and care. I heard the questions behind that. I had to make a choice. It wasn't about submitting to them on this Valentine's Day. The choice was more simple -- live or don't. I had to stop wanting what was lost and enjoy what I had. If not, then I might as well be dead. I chose to live. I let go of the bar and moved to sit back on my feet. I rested my hands on my thighs. I felt their eyes watching me. No one spoke as they waited to see what I would do. I took a deep breath. And then another. With resolve, I moved my hands off my thighs and behind me. I crossed them over at the wrists and laid them against my lower back. I bowed my head and said one word... "Yes." * * * * Aiden knew exactly what El meant when she said yes. Just hearing that one word in her sexy sweet voice made him want to push her down and fuck her until she was coming all over his cock. He glanced at the others and saw the same thoughts running through their head. He had hoped this would happen. Yet, he was afraid of what would happen to her if anything went wrong. She was more vulnerable now then the day the ex left her. Her mind had submitted, but her heart needed to let go in order to heal. So, with a nod to the others, they continued without stopping so she wouldn't have time to regret her decision. * * * * I gave in with a moan of desire as Paul grabbed my wrists and pulled me against him. In this position, half reclining against him, my body was on display for their pleasure. A blush infused me, but not from embarrassment. There was warmth spreading through me as I felt their eyes devouring the sight of my nakedness. I felt Paul's rapid hot breaths against the top of my head. His hold tightened on me and I moaned with pleasure. My chest rose rapidly as my breathing sped up. I knew my breasts were swaying erotically too. In a moment of pure sinfulness, still sitting on my feet, I slid forward a little and slowly, deliberately, spread my legs until my naked glistening pussy was revealed. Gasps arose from around me and mumbled curses filled the air. Then, it was my turn to cry out incoherently. Paul bent his head to bite me hard between my neck and shoulder. At the same time, Aiden and Grant reached out to grab my thighs in a strong grip and pull them further apart. My cry turned to moans when hands roughly grabbed my tits. The pleasure was so great and building so fast my head was spinning. The biting eased up and was replaced by nibbles and licks. The hands on my thighs moved higher. I arched with desire and cried out when lips replaced the hands on my tits. In unison, my nipple was bit, as was the other side of my neck, and a single finger flicked my aching clit. It was too much. I came with a shriek. They pulled away to watch me as I writhed in ecstasy. A smaller orgasm flooded my body as my hands landed on Paul's long hard cock. Without a conscious thought, my hands wrapped tighter around Paul and began stroking him. Groans erupted from him and I felt him shudder. I couldn't help but smile seductively at his response. His gripped eased up on me as mine tightened and moved faster. I wanted to feel him come on my hot body. But there were other plans in store for me. "Stop," Aiden commanded me. I pretended to not hear him. A flash of pain and lust hit me as my tit was struck hard. I moaned in response and let Paul go. He forcibly pushed me away and I fell into the bed on my stomach. "You don't listen very well, El," Paul said trying to catch his breath. I wiggled my ass in response. I jumped as Grant spanked my ass again. The bed muffled my cry of pain, but my body shuddered in desire. I arched up more raising my ass slightly higher than the rest of me. This action earned me a small appreciative pat on the ass before another hard smack hit me. Without rhythm, Grant spanked me on both cheeks. He alternated strengths and time between spanks. I heard his words of praise when I took the initiative to raise my ass and meet every one of his hand's downward strike. But my ass was still sensitive from before, so it didn't take much to have me shaking and shuddering with pain. I knew if I cried out to stop, he would but I didn't. So he kept going until I believed my ass would burst into flame. The pain was getting to be more than I could take. But before I broke out in pleas, he stopped and caressed me gently as he pulled his hand away. The physical pain was all I could think of. The intensity of it overwhelmed me and I knew tears poured down my face. Yet, as it faded, I knew it paled in comparison to the emotional pain I had been holding onto. I realized I would have endured more if Grant had not pulled away first. As he hit me, every flash of pain broke down the wall I had erected to keep the other in. I thought about all the times I had cried to purge myself from the overwhelming emotions I felt at the time. What Grant had done was similar but it wasn't enough. As if he knew, I felt Aiden's hand touch the top of head and gently stroke my hair. His one simple gesture broke something in me. I felt so many pent up emotions flood my heart and soul. It made me cry even harder. My hands clenched the bedspread and my body shook with the force of my sobs. I felt pain coursing through me, but not in my ass. And yet with every stroke of Aiden's hand, the pain lessened and the hurt in my heart faded. I felt relieved and my heart felt lighter. I felt a little bit of peace wrap itself around me. My tears dried up and my sobs quieted and I knew I would be ok. I also knew I wanted these three men. I wanted to feel the love they had for me and I wanted to show how much I loved them in return. When I finally calmed, I turned my head to the side and moved a hand to cover my face. The blindfold was soaked and sticking to my face which was puffy from crying. My nose was running fiercely, too. I felt some tissues pressed into my hand and I blew my nose in an unladylike manner. I heard Aiden laugh softly and I smiled in response. The bed moved in unison as they all got up. I pushed myself back up to my knees and reached up to untie the blindfold. Looking at Grant, I saw worry written on his face. I reached down to touch my ass and couldn't help but wince at the pain. But I needed this so I crawled on my knees over to the end of the bed where he was standing. He refused to look at me, so with both hands I reached out to touch his face. I saw how bad he felt at making me cry so hard, and how much it turned him on beforehand. I had to show him it was ok so I pulled his head down and met his lips with my own. Tenderly, he kissed me. I felt the tension leaving my body as his arms wrapped around me. His lips caressed me tentatively. I moved closer to him. Suddenly, I gasped in pain as his hands touched my sore ass. He pulled away from me but I grabbed both his hands and laid them back where they were. "It hurts, Grant," I whispered into his ear. "Make it better please," I begged as I sucked his earlobe. His hands squeezed unconsciously and I arched back and hissed in pain. He let go immediately and bent down to kiss me as he murmured apologies against my lips. I bit him lightly and after he groaned in response, I pulled back and turned completely around so my ass was facing him. I moved slowly so he could watch my every step until I was able to lie down flat on the bed once more. My feet dangled off the bed very close to his crotch so I spread my legs and moved my feet away. Of course, this gave Grant a wonderful view of my naked pussy. I heard him curse and smiled. I turned my head to one side and looked over at Paul and Aiden. They had moved to sit on the wood bench positioned at the end of the bed. Secretly, the idea of putting on a show for them made me feel sinfully wicked. Pleased to see they were watching, I pushed myself up on my hands and knees. Keeping my legs spread, I looked over my shoulder at Grant. His eyes were locked onto my ass and open pussy. I glanced down his body and saw how hard his dick was. My pussy twitched as I kept staring at him in anticipation. "Grant..." I said huskily to him. His eyes were glazed as he looked at me. "Do you see how hot my ass is?" I asked him seductively. He nodded wordlessly as his gaze dropped back down. He is such an ass man, I thought deliciously to myself. Following that train of thought, I knew then what I needed from him. Now it was my turn to be commanding. "Come closer to me, Grant," I said firmly while spreading my legs further apart. His eyes closed for a moment and I swore his dick got even harder. Then, he climbed up between my spread legs. I waited and watched to see what he would do. As if he read my mind, his hands lovingly touched both my ass cheeks with the lightest touch. "My ass is so hot. I need you to come on my ass and cool it down," I begged him in between gasps. His hands traveled up and down all over my luscious firm ass and even brushed teasingly over my soaking wet pussy while I told him what to do. "It's hot down here too, El," he replied as he sunk a thick finger deep into my moist depths. My pussy clenched hard at his intrusion and a wave of desire ran through me. He roughly pulled his finger out as his lust for me overrode his desire to tease. He grabbed his cock and started stroking it. I wanted him so much. My arms collapsed and my I dropped my head to the side, which raised my ass even higher and opened my pussy up even more. I was on the verge of coming again. I opened my mouth to beg him when Aiden's voice broke the silence. "Not yet, Grant," Aiden said. My eyes widened in surprise. At the same time, I felt Grant move back and off the bed. I turned to look at Grant but Aiden spoke again this time to me. "Elizabeth," he said. I looked back at him with confusion written all over my face. "Turn over," he said in that no-nonsense voice from before. I relaxed with a smile as I realized that there was a formulated plan in play this evening. I was a tad disappointed as my lust was growing so quickly, I feared I would jump them just to get some action. But, I obeyed Aiden's demand. I rolled over and had to bite my lip as the pain in my ass flared again. To keep from upsetting Grant again, I closed my eyes and forced myself to breath normally. "Spread those legs again, El," Paul quietly demanded. "Put your feet on the bed and raise your ass a little," he added. I did as he wished and felt him wiggle a pillow under my ass. I tensed at the pain, but it was over quickly. I opened my eyes and lifted my head to look between my legs. My mouth opened in surprise to see that Paul had replaced Grant. He was kneeling and looking lustfully at my spread pussy. I saw his left arm moving and realized he was stroking his cock too. My pussy got wetter and clenched wantonly with desire. When he moved to look at me, his gaze locked mine on him. We stared at each other as he moved closer to where I had wanted him all this time. My breathing sped up with every second that passed. Without blinking, he opened his mouth and licked me from my ass to my clit. I threw back my head, arched up and screamed at the intensity of it. I fell back, and with closed eyes, I thrashed around as Paul ate my pussy with great passion. I was on the verge of coming. Knowing it, he wisely stayed away from my clit after the first taste. I was whimpering now as I teetered on the edge of my orgasm. I needed him to suck and bite my clit to push me over, but he kept on teasing me. I tried to push my body closer, but his hands held my thighs in place. I opened my mouth to beg, when he pulled away suddenly. My eyes flew open in shock and despair. But, then my gaze flew upwards as a hand covered my mouth suddenly. Aiden was standing next to the bed above my head. My eyes fixated on his hard cock bobbing in the air. It was enough of a distraction to calm me for a bit. "Stand up Elizabeth," Aiden commanded. He pulled his hand away and I trembled as I rolled over and scooted backwards off the bed. I felt Paul and Grant move to stand closer behind me. I watched Aiden as he walked around the bed towards me. When he was close enough, he bent his head and kissed me. My knees buckled at the intensity of his kiss. I felt Paul and Grant reach out to steady me. My head spun as Aiden kissed me demandingly and with force. I was almost hyperventilating when he pulled away. Without a word, Paul grabbed me and took his kiss with the same passion and force as Aiden. Grant followed suit. When I gained enough control not to collapse onto the floor, I opened my eyes again. Aiden was in front of me again. "Take me now," I begged. I saw his eyes flick back towards the others. I heard them moving and when Aiden turned from me, I saw Paul on his back in front of me. He was sideways on the bed as I had been. My mouth watered as I watched him stroke his cock while looking at me. In a trance, I climbed onto the bed. I crawled over him until my pussy was posed right above him. Frustratingly, Paul stopped stroking and held me in place. I struggled until my ass exploded in pain with Grant's slap. Before I recovered, he pushed me as Paul pulled me until I was directly on top of him. My hands had moved to his sides to hold me up. When the bed shifted again, and I felt Grant's hand again, I knew what was coming. I jerked my head up to see Aiden standing in front of me again. This time his cock was in the perfect position for me to take in my mouth. I opened up eager to taste him and feel his cock thrusting deep in my throat. "Not yet, Elizabeth," he said as his hand reached out to hold my head still. I jerked in surprise and yelped as coldness hit the crack of my ass. It turned into a moan as I felt fingers rubbing the coldness up and down the crack. I pushed my ass out further as the coldness warmed up and fingers teased my asshole. I had anal sex before and found that I liked it, and my body was eager for some more. I flinched again as more coldness trickled down my crack and was rubbed around my hole. I shuddered as I felt a finger finally push into me. Immediately, I relaxed and gave in to it. I felt Paul's hands move to cup my breasts. As another finger joined the first in my ass, he pinched my nipples and I cried out. Aiden's mouth engulfed my cries as he kissed me passionately again. Once more, I shouted in despair as they stopped suddenly and pulled away. My body was physically aching for release. Tears gathered as my frustration nearly overwhelmed me. "Elizabeth," Aiden called to me. I looked at him with need written all over my face. He stepped closer and I watched his hand stroke his cock once more. I opened my mouth in submission to what I perceived he wanted. An eternity stretched between us it seemed before a single word left his lips... "Now," he said firmly. My scream was choked in my throat as Aiden's cock plunged into my mouth at the same time as Paul and Grant thrust their cocks in my pussy and ass. My body exploded and I came so hard I thought I would pass out. The pain, the pleasure, the domination -- all of it enveloped me and cushioned me as my orgasm burned away the remnants of torment from my soul. I felt their love invade me and soothe away all the hurt and anguish of the past. As they used my body for their pleasure, I gave in and let their lust consume me. I eagerly sucked on Aiden's cock as he fucked my face. His hands held me in the position he wanted. I gripped his thighs hard and squeezed every time his cock penetrated my throat. His curses and groans made my blood boil. He was determined to come in my mouth but yet I knew he held back a little so as not to hurt me. Yet I wanted him to use me, so I let go of his thighs and grabbed his ass, forcing him to fuck my face harder. He did to my delight and I relaxed even more allowing him deeper into my throat. I screamed as I came once more to Paul and Grant's forceful fucking. They moved in tandem -- alternately thrusting into my pussy and ass. I felt so full it hurt, but in a good way. And when Grant's hands squeezed my ass hard, it was too much. My pussy and ass gripped their cocks so tightly the air was blistered with the curses. They fucked faster and harder as they came closer to coming. Suddenly, Aiden thrust one last time deep in my throat and I felt his come shooting out of him. I prayed I wouldn't pass out as I couldn't breathe. Wisely, he pulled back a little so I could gasp around him and I sucked harder eager for every last drop of his come. He pulled away and my head fell wearily. Yet, my body hungered for more. I was on the verge of coming so hard. Then, I felt Paul squeeze my breasts painfully as he came over and over in my pussy. Grant leaned over and bit my shoulder hard and thrust his cock so forcefully in my ass, he came instantly. I screamed again and again as my body was overwhelmed with pleasure and I exploded in rapture. My body shook with the force of my orgasm and I blissfully passed out. Setting Me Straight When I came to, I was in Aiden's arms and we were under the covers of his bed. He was stroking me gently and whispering softly above my head. The lights were out and exhaustion settled into me. Yet, I felt whole again. True to his word, he made me see what I had become and he brought me back to life with the force of his love. I tilted my head to look at him. "I love you, Aiden," I said as I cupped his face. "Happy Valentine's Day, Elizabeth," he replied joyously as he realized the girl he loved all these years finally came back to him.