“What do you want me to do?”
Owen gestures toward the chair with his chin.
“Sit there, please.”
I shuffle toward the chair, my hands trembling. I'm not sure how I feel about this. Humiliated? Embarrassed? Afraid? I turn to sit down.
“Wait… pull up your dress,” Brother Owen commands me.
My cheeks fiery hot, I bend over to gather the hem of my dress and raise it, then sit with my hips and legs exposed. Brother Owen kneels between my feet, his hand
s on my knees. The pressure is gentle, but insistent.
I look toward Father Daddy as Brother Owen pushes my knees apart. He peers down, touching my most intimate spaces and prodding me gently, pulling me open. I feel tears stinging, burning in my eyes as they overflow and course down my cheeks.
“That's enough,” Father Daddy growls. He shakes his head and turns away. “Stop. That's enough.”
Brother Owen pushes my legs back together and pats my knee sympathetically.
“She's fine. She's intact.”
Father Daddy snorts with disgust.
“Can I go now?” I sniff pathetically.
Father Daddy leaves the desk and comes around to the front. He plucks both my hands off the chair and lifts me to standing, then to my surprise he gathers me in a warm, crushing embrace. I melt into him, barely holding back sobs of frustration and anger that I can't even explain.
“Thank you, my Angel,” he whispers into my hair. “I know that was difficult for you. Thank you for being strong.”
Brother Owen stands to the side. He scrubs his hand over his face.
“Make sure you're ready by Friday,” he says, his voice tense. “Make a new dress if you want to. That would be nice.”
I nod against Father Daddy's wide, comforting chest.
“Everyone does things for the Family,” Father Daddy whispers to me. “There are times when we have to do difficult things, because that's what is needed of us.”
“I know,” I say, surprised at how strong my voice sounds.
I push myself back from him and look up, grateful that he meets my eyes. It's there, our connection. I feel it pulsing, like a still-connected phone call.
His hands cup my chin and he leans down and kisses me on the mouth. His lips are gentle at first, almost chaste. Then he kisses me deeper, opening my mouth with his tongue pressed against my teeth, sucking gently at my upper lip, breathing me in. I slide my hands around his neck and hold tight, succumbing to this perfect embrace.
As he kisses me, I feel Brother Owen move up behind me. He strokes the back of my neck, then leans down to bite me gently. I hear a moan escape my mouth as I'm pinned between them, submerged in the sensations of both of their bodies at once. Being enveloped this way turns my whole body on at once, and I let them hold me, slightly suspended above the floor.
With my eyes closed, all I feel is a slight strong sensation of vertigo as Father Daddy picks me up and lays me across the desk. Without saying anything, he dives down, pushing up my skirts and bearing his face between my legs. At the first warm intrusion of his tongue against my sex, I'm moaning too loudly, wrapping my thighs around his shoulders and pulling him closer, closer to me. As close as he can get.
Brother Owen takes his place on the other side, looming over my head from behind the desk. I hear the brittle sound of him unzipping his trousers and feel the velvety touch of his manhood across my lower lip. Automatically I open my mouth, aching to be joined with them. Brother Owen covers my face with his manhood, entering my mouth from above, stroking himself as he presses the tip of his erection against my hungry tongue.
Father Daddy circles and nuzzles my sex enthusiastically, his warm breath filling me with joyous light and sound. The three of us rock together, somehow arranging this complicated pattern of passion until we all cry out, together, enjoying the same explosion of fireworks. We are united and completed with a volcanic transformation.
Brother Owen's seed dribbles sweetly from one corner of my mouth as he withdraws. He leans over and brushes his lips against my damp forehead, stroking my cheek with his fingers as I pant, my body trembling with pleasure.
Father Daddy's hands encircle my hips and pull me forward. He lifts me back to standing and smooths my hair, holding me close against him again so that I hear his heartbeat. I want to stay here forever, right here, just like this.
“I think your training is almost complete,” Father Daddy murmurs. I hear the pride in his voice.
“Yes, certainly,” I hear Brother Owen sigh.