Make Me Yours!!

let the games begin...

Roman pov-

Watching Shay come apart in Benji's arm set my soul on fire. All I want is her, in my arms, my bed, my life. She's a beautiful, smart, caring, all around she's so wonderful.

While Shay collects herself in Benji's grasp, I carefully try to readjust myself. Knowing that both Benji and myself will have to wait a few minutes before we can even think of leaving this table. My erection is pulsing painfully against the zipper of my slacks. Its moments like this where I'm happy I wear dark pants because I know there's a wet spot on the front.

Glancing up at Benji, I notice this look of pure and utter joy plastered on his face. His eyes gleam with satisfaction and his lips curl up at the corners. Shay on the other hand looks down right exhausted, her eyes have drooped, her face is a little pale, and her forehead is crinkled.

Pouring a glass of water, I hold the goblet to her lips. "Drink" is the only word I mumble and I watch as her plump lips curve around the side of the glass. When she's done, she taps my arm and rights herself in her seat.

"Are you feeling any better little one?" Roman asks. Part of me wishes he hadn't said anything. I just want to bask in the glorious after effects of her orgasm.

"Is this going to be a normal thing?" She asks us. Hmm, does she mean us pleasuring her, us taking care of her, or both. Well, either way the answer is yes to all three of my silent questions.

"Please ask the other questions you truly want answered. I don't like when people beat around the bush," I tell her.

Her voice rings out true and strong when she states the real question.

"The orgasms, the touching, heated stares, trying to fuck me everywhere we go whether I want it or not. Because I will not be your sex slave to use whenever you feel like . I dont want to be some bodies fuck buddy, I want to be some bodies everything. Everything they need to live, breath, eat, stay sane. I don't think that's something either of you can give me. I want something money can't buy. As much as I may want you, I will NOT be used by you. Now you have two options: either you take me home this instant or you let me out this fucking booth right now and take me to my motherfucking hotel room. You got five seconds to make a decision before I flip this table over and walk home."

Even though she didn't look at us or the fact that her words were whispered I knew she meant every word uttered from her lips. We would never try to use her. We simply wanted a relationship with her. A full on romantic relationship with three parties instead of two.

At the same time Benji and I slide from the booth to allow her to pass. We shall tak her to the hotel but soon, very soon, we shall make our move.

We'll let this outburst pass for now but it WILL be addressed sooner or later.

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Shay pov-

I'm not entirely sure what these two want but I know I have to he careful. Even though they have "stated" their desires, they have to earn my participation in whatever game their trying to play. I may be untouched but that doesn't mean in going down without a fight. I will raise hell before they take my innocence .

Walking back to the limo, I already knew where we were headed. If they went through so much trouble to plan that sexual beginning at dinner then their willing to pursure everything I had to offer. I knew we were headed to the hotel where I could unpack, relax and forget what just transpired. I j st need a few minutes alone with my thoughts, a bottle service of Roscato wine, and a bubble bath. Then all will be right with the world.

Nothing is said the whole ride to this huge mansion. I assumed we'd be stating at a hotel, not the fucking Buckingham palace.

They got some god dam explaining to do in the morning.