Sang Unleashed

Chapter Eleven

We arrive at 2 Scoops with seconds to spare. After a quick kiss to both Dr. Green and Nathan, along with a promise from Dr. Green for an update on Nathan’s condition as soon as possible, I run into the ice cream shop. I stop short when I see a very uncomfortable Silas standing behind the register and a small crowd of people in front of him, all talking at once. I tilt my head in confusion wondering why Silas is back there at all.

“There you are!” He says, his face instantly easing into one of relief at seeing me make my way behind the bar. “That clerk left as soon as I told her I was with you. I have no clue what I’m doing back here.”

I shake my head at the news. She really shouldn’t have left him here alone. He’s just playing the part of my boyfriend, he’s not even supposed to be behind the counter. “Go find a place to relax, I’ve got it from here.” I tell him before turning to greet the crowd of customers patiently waiting.

By the time I’ve taken care of the small crowd that had been waiting, and a few others that trailed in shortly after, I notice that it’s time for my boisterous, loud foster children to come in. I smile, excited to see them again. I can’t help but admit that their happy smiles and loud voices remind me somewhat of some of my boys and the idea of being around the children when I can’t be around my family makes me happy.

Mr. Buble enters the shop first a few minutes later and is trailed by a much smaller crowd of children this time. I meet his eyes in question and he just shakes his head at me, letting me know that he doesn't know why he doesn't have more children with him either.

The three children make their way to the bar to greet me and I smile back at them. “Hey, guys. Welcome back. Where’s the rest of your crew?” I ask.

“Some of the little ones didn’t get finished with their chores in time, so they weren’t allowed to come.” The oldest girl informs me. She appears to be about nine and I’m sure this is the one that I’m supposed to get information from. She’s tall for her age, but too thin, even by my standards. Her hair is a rich dark brown, and she has sad brown eyes to match. I can’t help but compare her eyes to that of a puppy. A puppy that hasn’t received the love and kindness that it deserves.

“Well that’s too bad, but I’m glad you could come see me.” I say in reply, trying to smile brightly for them. “What can I get for you today?”

After they’ve ordered their ice cream, I encourage them to go have a seat while I prepare it. Delivering the bowls to the table will be my only chance to talk to them. Otherwise, I have no valid excuse for hovering over their table.

I hurriedly make their cups of ice cream and make sure to be extra generous with the sprinkles and gummy toppings they all asked for. I also whip up a small banana split for Silas so that he doesn’t look so out of place just lurking in the corner. I deliver the ice cream to Silas first and he glances up from his phone at my approach.

“Hi, Aggele. Everything okay?” He greets me.

“Everything’s fine, I just wanted to give you something so that you don’t stick out so much over here.” I reply, smiling brightly when I present him with his treat. While I know he isn’t as much of a fan of junk food as Luke is, I also know that everyone loves ice cream every once in awhile.

“Thank you. I was beginning to wonder if I should have hidden in the office, but I didn’t want to be too far away if you needed me.” He says.

“What kind of trouble can I get into in an ice cream place with a bunch of kids?” I reply laughing.

“You never know, Aggele.” He says, but chuckles along with me anyway. “I also want to thank you for earning me tickets to the World Series. Want to tell me what that’s all about?”

I blush and shake my head, “even if I wanted to talk about it, I just don’t have the time right now. So Nathan’s okay?”

“Aw, don’t be embarrassed. I’m just teasing.” He says. “And yes, Nathan has a bruised tailbone, two days of no physical activity.”

I frown at the news about Nathan, but answer Silas, “I’m not embarrassed, but some things should remain private. You know?” I say, hoping he understands what I mean. I hope Kota finds the time to talk to them about my request soon.

“We’re a family, Aggele. What happens between the members of our family is private, but we might still talk to each other about it. Does that bother you?” He asks.

“No. I don’t mind you guys talking to each other, but I don’t necessarily want to brag to Luke about how many orgasms you give me.” I try to explain.

“So we can talk to each other, but not you?” He asks. “That doesn’t seem right either. How are we supposed to find out what you like if you don’t talk to us about it?”

I shift on my feet, suddenly unsure about my request to keep intimate things private. I know that I’m right about not recounting my nights with them to the entire group each and every time, but I see what he means about me needing to be able to discuss my likes and dislikes with them individually.

“Maybe we can talk about this a little more later.” I say, tabling the discussion. “I really have to get this ice cream to the kids before it melts.”

On instinct, I reach over and plant to gentle kiss to his lips and turn to carry the tray of goodies to the waiting children. Mr. Buble, having obviously watched the exchange, raises an eyebrow in concern. His look is one of admonishment. Did he think I shouldn’t have kissed Silas, who is here to play the part of my boyfriend? Don’t girls kiss their boyfriends all the time?

I shake off the thoughts and move my attention back to the mission. The children’s eyes light up when I place the ice cream in front of them. The two boys with the little girl look to be about the same age and could be miniature replicas of Luke and Gabriel. I smile at the thought that this is what my boys looked like at that age. My smile quickly turns to a frown when I realize that the pain and sadness in these two boys’ eyes was more than likely reflected in my boys’ eyes at this age as well.

I look toward Mr. Buble. If I’m going to get these kids to talk, he’s going to have to scram. I try to convey my intentions with my eyes, but he isn’t part of my team, my family, and he misses it. So I subtly jerk my head in a ‘go away’ gesture that can’t be misunderstood. He finally understands my intentions and excuses himself to the bathroom to give me a few moments alone with the kids.

Once he’s gone, I take his seat and smile at the little girl. “How is it?” I ask.

“It’s okay. Thank you.” She says politely. “I saw you kiss that boy. He your boyfriend or something?” She asks.

I look over to see Silas turned in our direction, absently picking at his bowl of ice cream. “He is. Should I not have kissed him? I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s not that.” She says. “I was just thinking that he would have come in handy yesterday when your creepy boss kept trying to grab you.”

I laugh when I think of someone calling Dr. Green ‘creepy’. “That’s actually why he’s here today.” I say, thinking of how to turn the conversation to her. “He was going to have words with my boss about that.”

“Is that why your boss isn’t here?” She asks. “Your boyfriend scare him away?”

“No” I giggle in reply. “My boss actually had to take his brother in for x-rays. Said he thinks his brother broke his butt.”

She giggles at that. “I didn’t know a butt could break.” She says.

“Me either.” I reply.

“You look sad that your boss isn’t here.” She says. “I thought you’d be happy to have a day away from him.”

“Well,” I start, thinking of how best to lie without outright lying, “I don’t like how he treated me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about him and his family. It doesn’t mean I want bad things to happen to him.”

“You’re a nice person.” She declares.

I smile, “I try to be nice.” I reply. “Don’t you know people that you dislike but care about and don’t want bad things to happen to them?”

Her eyes lose their mirth and she shakes her head sadly, “I only dislike one person and I sometimes wish bad things would happen to him. I’m not a nice person like you.”

“Oh, sweetie, you seem really nice to me.” I reply, my heart breaking for her. “If someone is mean to you, it’s okay to wish they were put in a situation that means they would be forced to stop. Sometimes that means bad things would have to happen to them.”

“Like you bringing your boyfriend in to be your bodyguard today?” She asks.

“Exactly like that.” I reply, happy she understood what I was saying.

“I wish I had one.” She says.

I giggle, “what, a boyfriend or a bodyguard?”

She gives me a small smile in return, but her face turns serious when she replies. “A bodyguard.”

I give her hand a pat. “You can borrow mine any time you like.” I say without thinking. But really, what better way to get them all out of a bad situation than to have someone watching over them? If the kids know they have a guardian watching, they won’t freak out if they happen to see them.

“Maybe” she says.

Before I can encourage her further, the bell behind me jingles and I see the little girl tense up and her face go white. I turn to see what’s shocked her and there’s a mountain of a man standing in the doorway, face red with anger. I stand and put my body in front of hers and the other two children at the table, facing the man.

“Welcome to 2 scoops, how can I help you?” I greet him, with as much fake cheer as I can muster.

“I came to get my kids, get out of my way.” The man demands.

“I’m sorry, sir, but these children came in with someone else. I can’t just let you take them out of here.” I reply calmly.

I see the anger intensify in his face and out of the corner of my eye I notice Silas slowly approaching. The man stomps toward the table with the kids and I hold up a hand to halt his progress.

“Sir, this is highly inappropriate behavior for a place of business, please step outside.” I say to him in the same calm manner, reaching behind me to pat the girl on the shoulder.

While I’m calm on the outside, inside I’m tense. If this man wants to cause trouble, he can easily toss me across the room and Silas is still several steps away. He’d never make it over here before the man can get his hands on me.

“Get out of my way, little girl.” He says to me.

While I’m internally struggling with what to do, call the police, call Owen, move aside and let him take the kids, the bell on the door jingles. Instantly, my shoulders relax when I see North take in the situation and immediately is on alert.

With sufficient backup now in place, I stand my ground. “I repeat, sir, get out of my store.”

Before the beefy man can take another step, North lifts him bodily off the ground and carries him out the door, the man cursing and kicking the whole way. While the man is large in comparison to me, his large frame still has nothing on my two protectors.

I turn to see the children staring at the door, wide-eyed. “Who was that guy?” mini-Luke asks.

I laugh while Silas wraps his arm around my waist. “That was my brother.” Silas replies.

“You have two bodyguards?” The little girl asks.

“I do.” I say to her, smiling again. “Which is why I mean what I say. You just let me know and you can borrow one of my bodyguards anytime, okay?”

She nods her head in understanding, “we can talk about it another day. For now, we should go or we’ll be getting punishments tonight.”

With those parting words, wrenching my heart in two, she gathers her foster brothers and ushers them out the door. By the time I’ve gathered myself, both North and Mr. Buble have returned to the table.

“What happened? Where are the children?” Mr. Buble asks.

“I can explain, I think Sang needs a minute.” Silas says, ushering the older man across the room.

I turn my eyes to North to thank him and see he still has an angry flush on his cheeks and his fists are still clenched.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong!?” He bellows.

“You be quiet or you can just step right outside, North Taylor. This is a place of business.” I admonish him.

“Fine. But we’re talking about this later.” He growls and then stomps out the door, presumably to wait for me to wrap up in here. Great, my night with North is starting out just wonderfully.

I follow North into his trailer, still fuming from his words in the Jeep. I worry about my safety, but sometimes the benefits outweigh the risk of danger. I wish he would just trust me to be able to pick my battles.

North slams the door behind me once I’m in his living room, pacing back and forth. The angry energy is pulsating between both of us and I know the fight has barely even started. This is absolutely not how I planned to spend my night with North.

“Ugh” I stomp my foot in frustration, hating the idea of us being so angry with each other, but knowing we have to hash this out now.

“You are not allowed to be fucking angry” North growls at me. “That man was three times your size. You don’t yell at men that are three times your size, Baby.”

“We were in a public place, North” I argue back. “And I knew that Silas was watching. I was safe.”

“Silas was far enough away that that man could have done some serious damage to your face before he got there” North barks back, pointing his finger at me. I back myself away from his advance until my back hits the wall.

“I was safe” I stubbornly retort.

“Because I was there” he says, quietly but no less menacing.

Frustrated, because that’s actually my whole point, I just lash out. I grab his arm and tug him down so we’re eye-to-eye then reach out with my mouth and bite down on his shoulder. North growls low in his chest and grabs both of my hands, pinning them to the wall above my head and takes my mouth in a bruising kiss.

This. This is how we should always fight. Tongues lashing and biting lips. My shirt and jeans are flying across the room before I can manage to lift North’s shirt above his navel. He helps me get his shirt and jeans off and then his lips are back on mine. I throw my arms around his neck and he helps me wrap my legs around his waist so that he’s pressing his firm body against me in all the right places.

I let my head fall back against the wall as his lips begin training hungrily down my jaw, to my neck and further down to my shoulder.

“Do it” I demand, rubbing myself harder against him.

“Tell me you’ll be more careful around big scary men” he commands back.

“You’re a big scary man” I retort. “Should I be more careful around you?”

“Especially me” he says before biting down on the spot where my neck and shoulder meet.

I cry out and buck against him, pushing his face hard against my skin.

“North, please” I beg. “I need you inside me. Right now.” I follow my begging with an awkward attempt at getting his boxer briefs off him with my feet.

He again helps me and yanks them off, never taking my body away from his for more than a second. He removes my bra with ease and instead of letting me down to take off my underwear, he just rips them off. I grin, knowing Gabriel’s going to have a fit about that.

I lose all thought when he slams into me. He doesn’t let me catch my breath before he’s setting a punishing rhythm. All I can do is hold on. I let my head fall back on the wall again and just feel and enjoy everything he’s doing to me.

He slows down after several thrusts and whispers gruffly in my ear, “I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Bewildered, all I can do is shake my head. He wasn’t hurting me. I was actually enjoying myself. Instead of arguing, I just reach out with my mouth and run soft kisses along his shoulder, up his neck and find the spot behind his ear that we both enjoy so much. I kiss the spot, run my tongue along the periphery and then bite down. The bite isn’t hard, but it has its desired effect and he’s once again pounding me into the wall with his length. Before he can get control back, I find another spot and bite down there, just a bit harder.

“Sang, Baby, I’m too close” North huffs.

“Don’t stop” I demand, looking for another place to bite.

I decide this will probably push him over the edge, so I wait until I’m ready to go with him. Holding onto his upper back for dear life, loving the rough feel of him. I select the juncture where his neck meets his shoulder, exactly where he bit me, and place a warning kiss. I bite down hard, causing him to lose control. Pounding into me hard and ruthlessly. I can’t even pull my mouth away which just makes him punish my center more. My climax is breathtaking and I wish, not for the first time, that I could scream. North growls out his own climax and we both collapse onto the floor in a heap.

“I love you, Baby” North sighs, pulling me down for a sensuous kiss.

“I think I like fighting with you” I reply, laying my head on his chest.

He chuckles and I feel his arms moving above me. I lean up to see what he’s doing and notice he’s prodding a spot on his shoulder. One of my bite marks. I look closer, realizing I made him bleed.

Horrified, I sit up. “I’m so sorry, North” I babble. “We should call Dr. Green. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“I’m not hurt, Baby” North replies. “Let’s just get to the bedroom so I can slap a Band-Aid on it.”

I nod my agreement and stand to follow him into the bedroom. I look up to follow him down the hall and see his back, which is bleeding a lot worse than the bite mark on his shoulder.

“North!” I exclaim. “Your back!”

“Yeah” he smiles back at me, “I thought you got me a couple good times with your nails.”

“This is not funny” I say, nearing hysterical. “I hurt you” the last I say on the verge of sobbing. I can’t help the tears that start welling in my eyes.

The look on North’s face at my tears has me crying harder. I can’t believe I hurt him! He reaches for his pants and curses.

“Just sit on the bed. I’ll be right back” he tells me.

He leaves me sobbing on the bed for mere seconds. When he returns, he’s on the phone.

“She’s crying and I don’t know what to do” he says tersely. “What? No, I didn’t upset her. Well, I mean, I did, but not on purpose. Fine. Here. Ask her.”

He hands me the phone and the caller ID says it’s Mr. Blackbourne. I sob harder, just knowing he’s going to kick me out of the family for hurting one of them.

“I-I-I’m so s-s-sorry, Mr. Blackbourne” I sob into the phone.

“Explain, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne commands.

“I hurt North” I say pitifully.

“While I doubt that very seriously, will you please explain to me why you think he’s hurt?” Mr. Blackbourne requests calmly.

“I made him bleed” I say, sobbing again. “I bit his shoulder and scratched his back and now he’s bleeding.”

“I see” he replies, pausing for a moment. “Will you please put me on speakerphone so that I can address both of you at the same time?”

I do as he requests, quieting my sobs so that we can both hear him.

“Mr. Taylor?” Mr. Blackbourne asks.

“Yes?” North replies.

“Were these injuries sustained during intercourse?” Mr. Blackbourne asks patiently.

North coughs a bit nervously, “yeah.”

“Is she injured?” Mr. Blackbourne asks sharply.

“Mr. Blackbourne, I would never hurt her” North responds irritated, but his response just makes me feel worse. I know he would never hurt me, but I hurt him.

“Miss Sorenson?” Mr. Blackbourne asks.

“Yes?” I reply.

“Are you injured?” he presses.

“No, of course not. He’d never hurt me.” I reply, sniffling.

“Mr. Taylor, was it rough?” Mr. Blackbourne asks bluntly.

“Uhhh, yeah” North replies, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Only because I made him do it that way, Mr. Blackbourne. I pushed him to be rough with me.” I say miserably.

“I see” Mr. Blackbourne says. “In that case, I think you should receive a proper punishment.”

I nod my head in agreement, ready to hear that I’m off the team. No longer part of the family.

“Mr. Taylor, I think five swats to Miss Sorenson’s behind for each time she’s interrupted me this week and one for not listening when you told her you were alright will be sufficient” Mr. Blackbourne states crisply.

My eyes widen and I look at North, who’s returning my bewildered look.

“You want him to spank me?” I ask in astonishment. I know he’s mentioned it over the last few days, but I genuinely thought he was joking.

“Yes. And I’m going to watch the livestream of Mr. Taylor’s bedroom, so put on a good show” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“Are you planning to watch what comes after the spanking, Mr. Blackbourne?” North asks tersely. I can tell he’s unhappy with the situation.

“Yes. I think I will, Mr. Taylor” Mr. Blackbourne responds cooly. “Is that a problem?”

“Sang Baby?” North asks me gently.

“North?” I reply, full of questions.

“He wants to watch us. I will spank you, then make love to you, but he wants to watch us” North says.

“Why?” I ask, again bewildered.

“It’s a control thing” North replies, causing me to smile. That is the most believable thing I’ve heard all day.

I nod my head, having a pretty good idea of why he wants to watch us. “Does it bother you?” I ask.

“No. I’ll let all the guys log-in and watch me love you if they want.” he replies honestly.

“Do you ever do that?” I ask, curious now.

“Would it bother you?” he counters.

I shake my head, then nod a little. “It really depends on the situation, I think. If I was having a sweet, intimate moment with one of them? That would be private. If I was having kinky threesome sex? That seems less intimate. Right?”

“Fuck. No more talk about threesomes or I’ll cum before we even get started” he says.

“Agreed” Mr. Blackbourne says over the speakerphone.

“But isn’t this almost a threesome?” I ask in mock innocence.

North responds with a growl and turns my body so that I’m facing away from him. I feel the stinging smack on my ass and then hear another growl from North that’s so low it almost sounds like he’s purring. He follows the smack with a soothing touch of his palm in the same place he hit me. Before I can decide if it hurts, I feel another, more firm smack on my other cheek. He follows this smack with the same soothing rub. The fiery sensation from the spanking turns my blood molten and I think I’ve decided that I might like spanking. Not as much as biting, but this definitely won’t be a one-time thing.

“Sang?” I hear Mr. Blackbourne ask over the speakerphone. “Are you with us?”

“Yes” I sigh my reply and lay my head down on my hands that are resting on the bed. The new position gives North plenty of room to spank me, and if I’m not mistaken about the camera angle, it give Mr. Blackbourne quite a view. “Don’t stop” I whisper to North over my shoulder.

“Don’t worry, Baby” he grunts in reply. “That was just the warm-up. Mr. Blackbourne, this is your last chance to log-off if you don’t want to see a show. And I have to tell you in advance, Sang Baby and I aren’t planning on being gentle with each other. Are we, Baby?”

I bite my lip at the promise in his voice. North and I have always had an explosive relationship. I know I push all his buttons and he’s been known to push mine as well. But when our passionate personalities come together, the fireworks are amazing.

“No, North. I’ll be right there with you” I reply my own promise, knowing that he will understand that I plan on giving as good I get.

“Carry on then” Mr. Blackbourne orders in a husky voice. It sounds like this is affecting him just as much as it would if he were right here in the same room.

From my position on my knees, I can’t see anything happening behind me. I can feel North moving around on the bed and I know he’s adjusting himself so that Mr. Blackbourne can have a good show. The thought sends shivers up my spine. Maybe it’s a little weird for me to enjoy the idea of one of my boyfriends watching me be intimate with one of my other boyfriends, but our relationship is based on weird. It doesn’t feel wrong. It feels like I’m being presented with an opportunity to please Mr. Blackbourne, even if he isn’t here, while also pleasing North. If I thought any of the others would get the same pleasure from it, I would invite them all to watch.

The heat from his body and his unique musk scent is my only warning that North is hovering over my back. I feel his rough stubble scrape the back of my shoulder and I tilt my head to the side to allow him better access. I want that bite. He kisses me once, twice, before he finally bites. The feeling is pure bliss and I can’t help but push my entire body back into him.

“More, please” I beg on a moan.

North kisses his way higher to the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. At the same moment that his teeth clamp down, he enters me from behind. I give a full-body shudder and moan as loud as my damaged throat will allow. After the initial shock of the bite and the pure bliss of him being inside me again wears off, I grind my hips back into him to let him know I’m ready for whatever he’s willing to dish out.

I feel the heat of his body leave my back, but we’re still connected in our most intimate place. I’m prepared for him to start thrusting, what I’m not prepared for is the quick succession of hard smacks I feel on my right ass cheek. His thrusts slow to match the soothing rhythm of his hands massaging the sting away. I definitely like spankings.

He pulls himself almost all the way out of me and thrusts home hard, followed by another quick succession of smacks to my left ass cheek. I moan into the bed, loving the care that follows the punishment almost as much as the punishment itself.

“And that makes six” I hear Mr. Blackbourne say huskily. “Miss Sorenson, are you still with us?”

“Oh she’s with us alright” North grunts. “She’s soaking wet. I wish you could see this.”

“More, please” I beg again, not sure what I could possibly need more of.

“You know, I never did get a taste of you” North says while slowing the movement of his hips. “I think now is a good time. What do you think, Mr. Blackbourne?”

“No. Don’t stop” I beg.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor” Mr. Blackbourne says. “You really must have a taste.”

And with that directive, North flips me over so that I’m laying on my back with one leg on each side of his body. I look into his dark eyes and see happiness and love shining in them and the sight makes my heart squeeze. No matter what kind of situation we find ourselves in sexually, it warms my heart to see the love they all have for me so evident in their eyes.

North looms over me, planting scratchy kisses all the way down my body. I squirm at the slowness of his progression. I never would have guessed that my North Star would be capable of this kind of torture. It just seemed wrong.

Until he reaches my core and gives a long, lazy lick with the flat of his tongue. The now familiar starburst behind my closed eyes surprises me in its suddenness. My back arches off the bed and I barely stop myself from pulling away from him. But only barely because he continues his slow, lazy licks at my center until I’m a wiggling, moaning, begging mass of limbs.

He makes his way back up my body with the same slow, scratchy kisses until he reaches my lips. The kiss we share is searing in its intensity, but I’ve come to expect nothing less from North. His passion runs deep and when he focuses it all on me, I feel like a week kitten.

Before he can finally enter me, we both hear muttered curses from the speakerphone still sitting on the bedside table.

“I have a meeting.” Mr. Blackbourne says, obviously irritated. “Can you give me 20 minutes?” He asks, surprising me that he wants to come back and watch more.

“How about you just take your time and then bring dinner?” North offers.

“Very well.” Mr. Blackbourne says and disconnects the call.

“He’s coming here?” I ask. “I thought this was your night.”

“I don’t care if the whole family shows up.” North says. “I get you tonight and all morning. I get to touch you, taste you, feel you. It really doesn’t matter to me who happens to be here while I do it.”

“I don’t mind it if Mr. Blackbourne shows up, but I don’t think I’m quite ready to handle a show for the whole family just yet.” I say, giggling.

North just smiles at me and buries his face in my shoulder. “I love you, Baby.” He says quietly.

“And I love you.” I say, running my fingers through his hair. Once I reach the hair at the nape of his neck, I grip it tightly before reminding him, “but I do believe we were in the middle of something.”

“Right” North chuckles darkly before slamming himself into me with force.
Our second, or is this third, round of lovemaking is quick and hard, but no less satisfying. We lay tangled in a sweaty mass of limbs, just hugging and petting each other in any way we can, in any place we can reach. The sound of the door opening has me sitting up slightly on my elbow to get a look at our intruder, though I should have known it would be Mr. Blackbourne. The smells coming from the bags he carries with him has my stomach grumbling, causing North to laugh and pop my thigh with his palm.

“Come on, Baby. Let’s get you fed.” He says, handing me one of his t-shirts so I don’t have to get completely dressed again just to eat.

We walk into the living room where Mr. Blackbourne has pulled out an array of containers. I smell Chinese food, but I also smell pasta. And maybe bacon?

“I got a few different options.” Mr. Blackbourne explains. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted and I didn’t want to interrupt you again to ask.”

I just smile in response and seat myself in his lap, giving his cheek a quick kiss. I turn to the food and select a container with some kind of Chinese chicken, broccoli and rice. It seems like a good choice and the vegetables will please North.

North selects a giant salad with salmon and shrimp bits in it and Mr. Blackbourne sets his own plate of some kind of pasta dish beside him on the couch so he can eat around me without having me move away from him. I make it easier for him and turn so that my feet are resting on the couch and place his food in my lap so he can reach it easier.

“Thank you for dinner, Owen.” I say quietly, suddenly shy to be around him. Which is ridiculous knowing what he was watching me do with North not long ago.

“You’re very welcome.” He replies. “I apologize for leaving you so abruptly earlier, but Mr. Toma requested a meeting with me immediately and since he was at my front door, I couldn’t ignore him.”

“What did he want?” North asks.

“A favor, actually,” Mr. Blackbourne explains. “It appears his team has a bird of their own, as I was told you were aware of?” At North’s nod he continues, “evidently, our bird and their bird have a mutual acquaintance and they wish to have Miss Sorenson speak to him on their behalf.”

Shocked, I shake my head. Who do I know that they might know? I only know my family and a handful of people at the school. I can’t understand how I can possibly help them. And talk to someone? I’m uncomfortable talking to anyone, and that’s sometimes putting it mildly.

“How can I possibly know someone an older Academy team knows?” I ask in bewilderment.
“Do you remember that boy that offered his phone number to you?” Mr. Blackbourne asks me, causing North to immediately stiffen.

“You mean Wil?” I ask, hoping mention of the shy boy that reminds me of myself, or at least the me I used to be, will ease his discomfort at the mention of a boy giving me his phone number.

“Yes. Mr. Winchester is the brother of the bird to the team that I mentioned. It appears they have been estranged for the majority of the school year and would like to reconnect.” Mr. Blackbourne explains further.

“So they just want me to ask Wil to give his sister a call?” I ask. That seems like a lot of effort to go to when they could simply call him themselves.

“I don’t want her involving herself in their problems, Mr. B.” North speaks up. “If the kid wanted to see his sister, he would.”

“I thought you were on speaking terms with the Toma team, Mr. Taylor? Specifically, I was given the impression that you’ve been speaking to their bird on occasion.” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“I have.” North says hesitantly, looking at me in discomfort. “It isn’t what it sounds like, Baby.” He says to me.

“I know that.” I say. “She asked me if it was okay. She even offered to let me talk to Marc, but I just haven’t really had time.”

Mr. Blackbourne looks at me quizzically, “you are familiar with members of that team?”

“We met at camp. Well, and I pulled a nail out of Marc’s leg at the hospital when Dr. Green was baby-sitting me.” I explain. “I like them. I want to help them if I can.”

“You mean you like the male members of the team and wish to help them?” Mr. Blackbourne asks. “Because I remember your reaction to the female teams at camp.”

“No, I like Kayli too. She’s not like most girls. She wouldn’t ever try to hug me or anything. And they’re like us. Shouldn’t we want them to succeed as a family since we’re all in the same boat, in a way?” I explain, earning me a millimeter smile from Mr. Blackbourne, but a frown from North.

“I still don’t want you talking to some boy.” He huffs. Is he jealous?

“North, Wil isn’t interested in me, you know that, right?” I say to him.

“How do you know? It feels like every single boy in that damn school is hot for you.” North says, clenching his fists.

“Wil has been living with Ms. Johnson. They’re a couple.” I say, confused that they didn’t already know. Haven’t they been watching him to see what dirt Mr. Hendricks had on him?

Mr. Blackbourne stiffens beneath me, “how do you know, Miss Sorenson?”

“I saw them walking together one day and he had his arm around her. And there’s been a few other occasions that I’ve seen them near each other. You can just tell by the way they’re comfortable with the simple touches, or something. I’m not sure how to explain it.” I say. “Haven’t you wondered what dirt Mr. Hendricks had on Ms. Johnson?”

Mr. Blackbourne and North exchange a silent conversation and then North lets out a quiet huffed laugh. “Two months of surveillance and she just now lets us in on the scoop.”

“That’s because I haven’t asked her opinion about the situation. That is an error on my part that I don’t think I will be repeating in the future.” Mr. Blackbourne says, offering me a genuine smile.

“So when am I going to speak to Wil?” I ask. “Should I just give him a call?”

“No, I think a face-to-face is required for this.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “Why don’t you visit him at his employer after your shift at the ice cream shop tomorrow?”

“Who is going to take me?” I ask. “Nathan’s on bedrest for two days.”

“Yes, I’m aware.” Mr. Blackbourne says, quirking an eyebrow up at that. “Mind telling me about that? Dr. Green has sworn to doctor-patient confidentiality and I was under the impression he was with you.”

“He was with me. And I do mind. Secret, remember?” I remind him.

“You said there was no danger.” Mr. Blackbourne retorts.

“I said there was no danger to me.” I reply back.

North’s barking laugh pulls me from my argument with Mr. Blackbourne and I look at him curiously.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Big bad Mr. B getting his ass handed to him by a little girl.” He says.

“You will be receiving more punishments in the near future if you continue, Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne warns darkly.

“Maybe that’s the idea.” I say with more confidence than I feel. Am I really being sassy so I can receive further punishment?

“Very well.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “Mr. Taylor, will you be joining us?”

“Baby? You want me there?” North asks me.

“Of course, North. Tonight’s your night.” I reply.

“Miss Sorenson, are you sure that you can handle…” Mr. Blackbourne starts to object.

“I’m sure, Owen.” I interrupt, kissing his lips softly.

“You keep interrupting me and we’ll never be able to leave the bedroom.” He whispers in warning. I shiver in response. “The two of us will clean up in here, you go get into bed and wait for us. And I expect to see not a stitch of clothing on your body.”

I nod my understanding and stand from his lap. Feeling especially devious, I pull North’s shirt off my body and toss it into Mr. Blackbourne’s lap before scampering from the room.

“I really do love her” I can hear North say behind me.

“As do I.” Mr. Blackbourne agrees.

I settle on the bed to wait for the two of them and am pleased when I don’t have to wait long. I see North make his way into the bedroom first, followed closely by Mr. Blackbourne. North quickly loses his sweatpants and slides into the bed beside me. Mr. Blackbourne simply stands at the foot of the bed, silently assessing.

“Will you be joining us, Owen?” I say teasingly, repeating the words he used with North.

“I will. But first I would like to know what this surprise is.” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“I can’t tell you that, Owen. It would ruin the surprise.” I retort.

“You will tell me before the night is over, Miss Sorenson.” He says in challenge.

“Torture me all you want, but I will not share my secrets.” I answer him.

“Baby” North murmurs, “you should never challenge a Dom to torture you.”

I look over at North in confusion, “what’s a Dom?”

North just laughs and shakes his head. “You’ll have to ask him to explain it. And not right now. We have things to do right now.”

“Up on your knees, facing the wall, Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne instructs.

I get into position, facing North at my side until North motions for me to turn so that my backside is facing Mr. Blackbourne. Understanding now, I settle into a kneeling position facing away from Mr. Blackbourne and await my next command.

“Very good. Have you had the opportunity to learn about giving oral pleasure yet, Miss Sorenson?” Mr. Blackbourne asks.

I can’t help the slow smile that creeps across my face, “I have. Silas taught me.”

“Very good. Mr. Taylor, please get into position in front of Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne says.

Once North is settled on his knees facing me, I shake my head. “You should lie down. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” I say to him in warning.

“So that explains that.” Mr. Blackbourne says behind me. “Would you care to share with me what giving oral pleasure to Nathan has to do with a surprise for the rest of the family, Miss Sorenson?”

I bite my lip at my blunder and shake my head. “I was just offering him my gratitude for the help.” I say, turning my head so he can see the truth in my eyes.

“If that’s how you’re showing gratitude these days, Baby, is there anything I can help you with?” North says in front of me, offering a very unNorth-like wolfish grin.

“I believe you’re about to receive some of my gratitude, North.” I say to him, giving him a wink.

In response to my cheeky behavior, North settles himself on his back and moves his legs so that I can simply lean down and reach him with my mouth. Instead of immediately reaching out to touch him, I examine his body laid out in front of me. Our lovemaking earlier was fast and manic, both times, and I didn’t get a chance to examine his body. The trail of hair that I have caught glimpses of over the last several months continues down to a thick thatch of hair around a rather impressive erection. While he isn’t as long as Silas, perhaps the same length as Dr. Green, his width is very similar.

I lick my lips in anticipation for further instruction from Mr. Blackbourne and can’t help but squirm at how long it’s taking him to let us begin. I glance at him behind me and see that he’s studying my form, taking in every curve and crevice. Automatically, I straighten my back under his scrutiny.

“Mr. Blackbourne?” I say, unsure if interrupting his perusal will get me further punishments. And if so, unsure if I mind.

“Yes. I believe I know what I want.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “For your punishment, there will be spankings. But until you tell me what this secret is, I do believe I will be holding back your orgasms.”

My jaw drops at his words. Holding back my orgasms? Is that even possible? Sometimes they even surprise me.

“Mr. Blackbourne, I’m not sure…” I start to voice my concern.

“If you’re unwilling, just say so. I can leave.” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“I’m willing.” I say without thinking of what I just agreed to.

“Very well. Get into the position you were in earlier while I watched the monitor.” Mr. Blackbourne instructs.

I settle myself on my hands and knees, hovering over North’s dark perfection. I lick my lips again when I see the want in his eyes. Maintaining eye contact like I did with Nathan earlier, I lean down and swirl my tongue lightly around his tip. His hips buck at the contact, so I place one of my hands on his thigh and press him back down into the bed. I repeat the action with my tongue several times and North’s body begins to shake.

“Holy fuck, Baby.” North growls. “The boat’s not big enough.”

I have to pause for a moment to get my giggles under control and meet his eyes again. “You knew?” I ask.

“We both knew.” Mr. Blackbourne says behind me. Still far enough away that I know he isn’t ready to begin my punishment.

I mentally shrug my shoulders, uncaring that they’ve discussed this with each other. After my conversation with Silas, it’s occurred to me that these little bits and pieces of information won’t be kept secret for long.

I turn my attention back to North and am careful to follow Silas’ previous instructions, and again I use my hand to make up for any part of North that I can’t fit into my mouth. I don’t bother to pick up speed this time, I just continue with slow languid licks and nibbles up and down his length. If I’m going to be tortured, I won’t be the only one.

“Definitely needs to be a bigger boat.” North growls.

I ignore his words so that I’m not forced to pause again for a giggle fit and continue working my way up and down. I feel the bed dip behind me and tense for a moment before I ease my muscles again. Mr. Blackbourne will punish me now. I will like it.

The smack doesn’t take me by surprise, but I am jolted forward by the force of it. The sting setting my body on fire again. In quick succession, the first is followed by three more before Mr. Blackbourne soothes the burn with his soft touch. This time, the soothing feels more delicate and it sends a chill up my spine in pleasure. Fire and ice.

The bed dips as Mr. Blackbourne adjusts himself and I feel another four solid smacks to my other ass cheek. This time, I can’t bite back the moan, which causes North’s hips to jolt. The feel of him hitting the back of my throat isn’t unpleasant and I moan again, causing him to jolt forward again.

“Baby, you have to stop doing that or this is going to be over.” North warns.

I just smile around him and increase the suction. North’s hips jolt again at the same time Mr. Blackbourne issues another round of smacks and I moan deeper in my throat. The increase in suction and vibration from my moan sends North over the edge and I’m rewarded with a mouthful of sweetness. I’m going to just assume everyone is eating pineapple everyday now.

“Tsk, tsk, Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “You were supposed to make that last.”

“I couldn’t help it.” I say.

Mr. Blackbourne just shakes his head at me and motions for me to resume my position. Without being able to offer pleasure to North, but North still laying in front of me, I just rest my head on his stomach. He reaches up and runs his fingers through my hair in a rare show of gentleness. I sigh into the touch.

I once again feel the bed dip and move behind me and assume Mr. Blackbourne is adjusting his position. Until I hear his belt buckle and zipper of his pants. I quickly look behind me and see that he’s unbuttoned his shirt and loosened his tie, but they’re still mostly on him and his pants and underwear are somewhere below my field of vision. Even like this, the man is still perfection personified.

“That look in your eyes is dangerous, Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne says. “Where once was fear and pain, now all I see is love. And lust.”

“You did this to me, Owen.” I say, using his first name so that he knows I mean that in ways far more than in the bedroom. “You all did.”

“And we will continue to do this for years to come.” He promises, crawling onto the bed behind me. He grips my hips tightly and gently rubs his length along my folds. “Are you ready to tell me about this secret yet?”

“I can’t” I moan, genuinely sorry I made a promise to keep it a secret.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded to forget about this interrogation.” He purrs to me.

“Anything you want.” I say, meaning it. And not just because I want to have an orgasm tonight. He should know I would do anything he asked me to do.

“Show me how big of a boat we will be buying for Mr. Korba and I will let you and Mr. Griffin keep your secret until you’re ready to share it with the family.” He says.

I huff a laugh at his request. Of all the things he could ask for, that is probably the easiest for me to give him.

“Yes, Mr. Blackbourne.” I say.

North rolls to the side so that Mr. Blackbourne can take his place and I once again have to appreciate the body bared before me. I am one lucky girl.

I repeat my earlier ministrations on Mr. Blackbourne, maintaining eye contact with him for as long as I can. Eventually, his eyes close and his head tilts back. Watching his pleasure so obvious on his face has me squirming again, squeezing my thighs together to relieve some of the aching tension. North notices and murmurs something to Mr. Blackbourne that has the older man’s eyes snapping back to mine. I keep my steady, slow and torturous pace, continuing to circle his tip with my tongue on every pass.

“Yes, Mr. Taylor. I think she’s earned it.” Mr. Blackbourne says and then groans, lifting his hips off the bed minutely but I’m bursting with joy at that little bit of loss of control that I caused in him.

North lifts himself from the bed and settles in behind me, rubbing his already revived penis along my entrance. He gives me a firm smack with his hand at the same time he slams into me, pulling another deep moan from my throat.

“Do that again.” Mr. Blackbourne orders.

North pulls himself out of me to the tip and issues another smack while he slams himself into me again. And then again. I moan deep in my throat again and automatically increase the suction with my mouth.

“Again.” Mr. Blackbourne rasps the order, obviously trying to hold himself still.

This time when North spanks me, I take Mr. Blackbourne as deep in my throat as I can and issue another moan, sucking him as hard as I dare when I come back up for air.

“I’m close. Mr. Taylor, get her there.” Mr. Blackbourne orders, clenching his jaw tight in determination.

Wordlessly, North reaches around my hip and rubs his fingers roughly along my clit making me moan and momentarily lose my rhythm on Mr. Blackbourne. I quickly add my hand to my mouth’s efforts, matching the firm squeeze of my hand with the suction of my mouth, moaning almost non-stop.

“She’s close.” North grunts.

“Cum with me, Miss Sorenson.” Mr. Blackbourne orders before my mouth is filled with his pleasure.

In response, my core tightens on North and I fall blissfully over the edge of sated bliss and then collapse quite ungracefully on top of Mr. Blackbourne. North manages to not land on top of me, but his legs still tangle with his elder and I can’t see that either of them particularly care at the moment.

We lay together like that for several moments before I remember that I’m supposed to take that special bath after bouts of lovemaking like this. I sigh and start to move from the bed when North’s big hand grabs my arm to stop me.

“Where are you going?” He asks.

“Dr. Green said to take a bath after sex that might make me sore.” I explain. “You have Epsom salt, right?” I ask.

“We all do.” Mr. Blackbourne answers.

I leave them both spread out on the bed, their naked limbs still entangled, and slip into the bathroom. When the bath is full, I hear the front door open and then a gasp, followed by the front door slamming shut. I peek out but don’t see anything, so I tip-toe into the living room and peek through the curtains. I see Uncle’s retreating form, his shoulders tense and his head shaking. I glance back and realize that he would have seen North and Mr. Blackbourne naked and in bed together. I can’t help but giggle at the assumption he must have made.

I crawl into bed and manage to wiggle myself in between them and under the covers as soon as I’ve soaked in the bath for the 30 minutes Silas said Dr. Green prescribed. I also manage to send text messages to all the boys to update them on the progress of my mission, including the two sleeping beside me since I never got around to talking about it tonight. Dr. Green agrees that a bodyguard for the children is a great idea if they decide to ask me for one. And we both agree Silas is the best choice since he’s playing the part of my boyfriend and tends to be less scary than North if given the chance.

I fall asleep once again surrounded by happiness and love, wondering what kind of day tomorrow will bring.