Original Sins by Faith Summers

23

Evie

Henry releases me so I can take my clothes off. While they take off theirs, I feel their eyes on me.

Between the two of them, they’ve probably seen me naked a hundred times, but they still look at me like it’s the first time.

It’s the same for me too.

I’m still mesmerized by the lean muscle that defines Georgiou’s perfect torso and the inky black tattoos enhancing his perfection.

I’m still swept off my feet and left breathless when I stare at the rigid peaks and valleys lining Henry’s abs and his long, athletic legs.

I’m still left dizzy with delight when I’m around them, and it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. It could be eating breakfast or when they’re both inside me.

This is just one more thing we’re adding to us.

I climb onto the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets beneath my skin.

Georgiou comes over first and picks up the chains on the nightstand. I look at his perfect cock, fully erect and ready to fuck me.

Like always, he catches me looking—because I’m so obvious—and he gives me a wicked smirk.

“Lie back,” he tells me in a voice as smooth and cool as the sheets.

I lower myself onto the stack of pillows behind me.

“I’m going to chain you to the bed. Red yet, Duchess?”

“No.”

He takes my right hand first and chains my wrist to the bed. My left is next. My feet follow, and I note that my movements are now completely restricted.

I immediately see where the element of trust comes in. It’s here because I can’t move, and I’m completely at their mercy.

If I didn’t trust them, there’s no way I would do this.

Cordelia told me she did this with one guy the first night they met, and she trusted him because he was an actual Dom who knew what he was doing.

I couldn’t do it.

“Red yet, Duchess,” Georgiou asks again.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Great, well, everything from here onward will be completely sensory. You’ll hear, smell, feel, and taste.”

“But we’re going to take away your sight,” Henry states, stepping up with a silky black blindfold.

I stare at him, and he smiles.

“Red yet, Duchess?”

“No, I’m a little excited.”

They both exchange glances and smile.

“Our aim is to pleasure you.”

“That sounds good.”

Henry places the blindfold on me, and the scent of him fills me with delight. With the loss of my sight, my sense of smell seems to be the first thing to kick in.

“From now on, you will refer to us as Sir, and you must not come until we tell you you can,” Georgiou says.

He’s right beside me.

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, and the sound of myself saying that arouses me.

“Good girl. Good girls are rewarded. If you’re good, we’ll each reward you with whatever you want at the end. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

What do I want for a reward?

I feel like that girl again who is granted a wish, but I have access to two—one from each of my dark princes.

The room suddenly goes quiet, and I wonder what they’re doing.

I sense them still here with me, but there’s a disconnection that makes me wonder if they’ve moved away from the bed.

I never heard footsteps. But the floor is carpeted with that heavy, thick carpet that covers most of the house.

All of a sudden, the strong, perfumed scent of roses fill my being, tickling my nostrils and tantalizing every nerve in my body.

Immediately I think of the wax, and I wonder if that’s what I’m smelling. The presence I feel on my right as the smell gets stronger is Georgiou. I’m sure of it, and Henry isn’t nearby.

“Georgiou, that’s you,” I whisper more to myself than to him.

“Yes, it’s me, baby.” His voice is in my ear. “How’d you know it was me?”

“I can always feel you. Where’s Henry? He’s not nearby.”

“I’m over here, Duchess,” Henry answers, sounding impressed I knew he wasn’t near me.

“I can’t get over how perfect you are,” Georgiou says, again in my ear. “It’s like you were made for us.”

“Maybe I was.”

I go to touch him, but the chains resist me. He, however, humors me with a kiss to my knuckles that brings a smile to my face.

“I think you were. Now feel this, my Duchess.”

As soon as he speaks, something warm runs down the valley of my breasts, and I realize I was right about the wax.

It’s not hot at all, but bordering on it, so it makes my body jolt and my nerves jump from the contact. I gasp, taking in a huge gulp of air.

Seconds later, the heat sinks into my skin, and it feels really good.

More wax comes again, and he pours it down the length of my stomach, stopping just by my pubic bone.

I’m about to relish the feel of the warmth glowing on my skin when something pinches my nipples, and I yelp.

Whatever the something is is cold and tight.

I also feel Henry on my other side.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “It’s nipple clamps. They’re tiny, so I can still do this.”

His mouth closes over my right nipple, and he sucks. The pleasure that soars through me with the combination of his mouth and the clamp is indescribable, and I moan out loud. At the same time, I feel ice running down the valley between my breasts, where the wax lays.

Cold and heat combine in a cacophony that works, and when Georgiou starts sucking my other breast, I feel so good I forget I can’t move.

The two men pleasure me, sucking my breasts while the cold and heat on my body make everything inside me come alive.

Something awakens in me at that moment, and the building pleasure rises and rises to a pinnacle of happiness.

Georgiou releases my breast, and a buzzing sound rings over me.

At first, I think it’s a phone, but when something cold buzzes over my pussy, I realize it’s a vibrator.

Oh my God. Holy hell. This is unreal.

Georgiou teases over my folds with the vibrator, pushing it into my pussy inch by inch, while Henry sucks my breasts, alternating from one to the other.

My body bows and arches into the sheets from the overload of pleasure that curls my toes and sends fire in overlapping waves over my body.

How can I feel this good?

How can I feel better than what I already felt?

“Ahhhh.” I moan when Georgiou pushes the vibrator deeper inside me.

It fills me up the same way his cock does, and I feel he’s smiling next to me.

“Feel good, Duchess?” Henry asks, taking a break from his passionate suckle.

“I feel amazing, don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” I beg.

“I don’t plan to.”

“And neither do I,” Georgiou states.

I don’t want either of them to stop, not ever, and I can’t believe I was so nervous.

They continue, and that’s when I feel the building heat of my orgasm, and I remember I’m not to come until they give me permission to.

The hot wave of delight is so strong I don’t know if I can hold it.

“I’m coming!”

“No,” that’s Georgiou’s voice, but he sounds so much more firm than he did moments ago, or what I’m used to.

That single-worded answer sounds like the mobster in him and makes me obey.

However, my decision to do so has little impact on the rising pleasure waiting to burst inside me.

I shake and shudder, and the pleasure Henry keeps giving me is suddenly too much.

Suddenly the bed sinks next to me, and I feel Georgiou getting on top of me.

The feel of his skin against mine makes my situation worse. I moan out loud, and when the buzzing vibrator is replaced with Georgiou’s cock inside me, I feel like I’m going to go crazy.

As he plunges into my pussy, pushing in so deep stars speckle my vision against the darkness of the blindfold, insanity claws through my soul.

He starts to fuck me, and I get double the orgasmic pleasure. The motion of his cock sliding in and out of me hits my g-spot with pleasure every time, and Henry’s mouth pleasing my breasts creates the perfect symphony of pleasure.

“Fuck!” I scream, and Georgiou fucks me even harder.

His continuous strokes seem to go on forever, and suddenly, I reach a point where I don’t want him to stop. The mingle of torture from wanting to come and the pleasure they both give me holds me right there in the arms of bliss, and I want them to continue to please me for as long as time lasts.

Henry takes me to another level when he stops sucking my breasts and slides something inside my ass that buzzes like the vibrator did. I don’t know what the fuck that is, but it can’t be what Georgiou previously used. It’s too small but just as powerful.

With that thing in my ass, Georgiou fucking me and Henry’s return to my breasts, I become a slave to passion, and I’m wrapped in the sensual ferocity of possession.

Every inch of my body lights up with burning need and longing for this moment to last for eternity.

“Let’s swap out,” Georgiou says to Henry.

“I’m going to finish in her.”

“That’s okay. I’ll take her on the next round.”

Round. Yes, please. My God, I’m such a slut.

They swap out, and the mere break I get makes me remember how badly I need to come.

“Please, I need to come. Please, Sir.” I beg.

“No,” Henry replies as he starts to fuck me hard, driving my body into the mattress. “Remember, Duchess, good girls get rewards. You want to be a good girl for me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Then let me fuck you, and I’ll tell you when you can come.”

I become lost in his and Georgiou’s touch until I forget that I need to come.

The pleasure and pain blend together as the bed shakes and the chains rattle, and the men have their way with me.

More hot wax simmers over me, and ice cools the path moments later. Lips kiss over my skin and suck and tease me to life.

Time freezes, but all I feel is them.

When Henry’s cock stiffens inside me, I know he’s ready to come.

“Let’s do this together, Duchess. Come for us. Come for the two of us. Come, and when you do, think of both of us. Not just me and not just him.”

I do. I come as passion combusts inside me, and I think of their faces and their touch. I surrender to the fire flowing within my body, and I surrender to that thing that’s been lurking in my mind for a long time now—that thing that has always drawn me to both of them.

Henry floods me, and we both cry out in the shared release.

Georgiou runs his fingers over my skin, and I feel his touch everywhere, inside and outside of me.

I’ll never forget this moment. It’s something I’ll remember for as long as I live.

* * *

As the radiant beams of sunlight pierce through the blanket of darkness from the night before, the sun anchors itself into the heavens.

Golden arms hug the city with the brilliance of a new day with all the promises starting over can bring.

I remember watching the sunrise with my mother.

She always used to say that a new day is the chance to start fresh. It doesn’t matter about what happened yesterday; what matters is the day you have lying before you because it could be your last.

Mom took her last breath in Italy in her birthplace.

She wanted to see one last sunset there before she died, so my father made it happen.

The sunset in Italy is beautiful. It’s beautiful here, too, but there’s something about seeing it there that’s refreshing and invigorating.

That’s what my mother wanted to be her final memory.

We were right beside her in that bedroom of my grandparents' home—my father, brother, and me.

Moments before she left, she reminded each of us of that saying she always said and then told us she loved us. I’ll never forget, though, that when she said it to my father, they smiled at each other, and she told him, ‘‘I’ll see you in my dreams.’’

He told her he’d be right there waiting for her. That was the moment she died, and there was a smile on her face.

As much as the world stopped and my heart broke, that was the first time I knew what true love was.

My parents were my first examples, and I wondered if I would ever find that person I could feel that way about.

I never knew I’d find myself feeling that way about two men.

I’m sitting here by the second-floor balcony watching the sunrise, and I don’t know what to do. I’ve never been so conflicted in my life.

This is the third week of me being with them, and it's all supposed to end next Sunday at midnight, except I’m not Cinderella. I will leave no glass slipper when the clock strikes twelve for anyone to find me.

When I leave, I will disappear forever, and I’ll need to be as good as dead.

I’ve been asking myself how I’d feel when I get to this point. I thought I’d be fine, although, in the back of my mind, I knew I wouldn’t be.

To Georgiou and Henry, I’ve only been in their lives for three weeks. For me, it’s been so much longer.

Tomorrow I’m supposed to act like the doting bride-to-be in Peter’s arms when all I want to do is run to Georgiou and Henry and stay with them forever.

I can’t have what I want, what I truly want.

It was never in the cards for me, and now that I’m here, I want to stay in the place I’m trying to run from.

Warm hands run over my shoulders, making me lift my head. I meet Georgiou’s handsome face.

He’s shirtless and wearing a pair of joggers.

I smile when I see him, and he sits opposite me, pulling me into his lap so he can kiss me.

“What’s wrong, Bellezza?” he asks, nuzzling my nose with his.

“Nothing,” I lie. He’s so used to me lying now, though, that he no longer has that look of suspicion tainting his eyes. “I was watching the sunrise. It reminded me of Italy.”

“Yeah. I do that too. Mostly when I’m thinking of stuff that wears me down.”

“Does anything wear you down?” I smirk.

“You’d be surprised.” His gaze rivets to mine. “I’m always going to be here for you, Evie. We both will—Henry and me,” he looks over his shoulder as Henry steps outside too, his eyes on the rising sun. “Won’t we, Henry?”

“Always,” Henry replies with a wink.

The same way I remember knowing what true love looked like, the same way I’ll remember what it felt like too.

That’s what I feel now, for both of them.

“Thank you,” I whisper, and as they both look at me, I believe they know how I feel.