CHAPTER 75 — FAINA GREEN

I can't believe they're punishing me for that damn letter!

— No. Everything you have to tell us will come out of your mouth and not out of your hands. — I close my eyes again, sighing — Continue.

— As soon as he found out that Yakov was our son, he probably got my number from the registration form and called me. I thought it was an emergency, figuring something might have happened to the Yak. I ran there and only realized it was him when I saw him. — I run my tongue across my lips.

— The children have been at the academy for four months, Faina. — Luther says, closing his arms — Have you been seeing him this whole time?

— No! — I say this too quickly — we only met twice when I found out, he was Yak's teacher and yesterday. He flirted with me, tried something — someone growls next to me. Zedekiah —, but I never gave him so much trust. I even thought about changing our son's gym, but Yak never stops talking about him, all excited and happy. And he was always the quietest one among the brothers, and when I see him so excited about swimming… Since then, he calls me constantly, and since I don't answer or respond to his messages, he found another way to stalk me.

— And you never thought about telling us? — Lohan, question pissed off.

— So that you could go after him and beat him up? Okay. I would love that, but I'm thinking about our son, Yak. What would he be like when he found out that his parents almost killed his swimming teacher out of jealousy? — I let out another sigh — Look, I don't need anyone else but you. Peter is someone who didn't get what he wanted and wants to disrupt our lives.

— You should have told us about him, Faina. — Heros, he says as he crumples the letter.

— Without harming our little one, there is no one worth stressing over. — I say, getting angry — Your jealousy is unnecessary, I thought you trusted me!

— We trust! However, the fact that he is our son's swimming teacher and has been harassing you for months wasn't relevant to our wife needing to inform us? — Luther, change — We’re your fucking husbands!

— He didn't need much effort and we are already in conflict and damaging our moment. That's why I didn't want to tell you! — I pull my wrists harder, wanting to let go.

— Stop! — Noah, hold my arms. — You could get hurt.

— I want to get out of here!

— Faina — Lohan sighs and runs her hands through her hair — Try to understand us… We found this letter in your possessions, and it demonstrates that something beyond what actually happened was possible. We waited two weeks for you to tell us about her, but you didn't tell us anything.

— What do you think we would think? — Noah, he says, still holding my arms.

— Just ask! I wouldn't need to use sex and BDSM to get the truth out of me! — I say angrily — I love having sex with you, I can even say that I'm addicted and I like our games with BDSM, but I don't like it when you use it to get answers! — I say with tears in my eyes — Let go of me Zedekiah! I want to get out of here.

— You're getting off-topic. — Heros, he responds calmly, approaching closer with his predatory gaze.

—What else do you want to know, Heros? I have already reported all the details. — I swallow.

— No, you didn't tell us. There's something you would rather not say — Damn, can't I hide anything from them? —, Faina?

— He kissed me forcibly and I punched him. Are you satisfied now?

— Damn, Faina. And you would never tell us that? — Lohan, who is dissatisfied now.

— Do you know how we can find out about this, Faina? — Heros asks, running his thumb over his lips — Yakov. The day this happened. And you want to know how?

He takes out his cell phone and puts it on speaker:

— Dad, I would like to change gyms.

— Why did something happen? Don't you like your swimming teacher so much? — Noah asks him.

— I liked it until he kissed Mom forcibly and she punched him. Should I punch him too? Vas, always says that I should punch anyone who touches my mother without her permission, even though she knows how to defend herself.

For a child of just six years old, he expresses himself very well.

— No, son, mommy already took care of him. But what is your teacher's name again?

— Mr. Evans. I have to hang up, mom is coming.

The call drops.

Drug. I don't think he told me to tell on me to his parents, but to protect me. This happened yesterday when I went to pick him up and my parents couldn't make it.

— If you already knew, why the interrogation? — I say angrily.

— Faina, it's difficult to continue trusting you if you hide things from us. — Luther sighs, now calmer — We are a family, we teach our children to be honest with us about everything. We promise to always share everything with each other. Everything, Faina. We come together with the promise to be everything to each other, in sickness or in health, in sadness or in joy, impoverished or in riches. Faithful and loyal to each other.

— We don't want the bond of trust we built with you to break because you omit important information like this. — Zedekiah says, still behind me.

— It is true. I apologize for not talking about Peter, I thought I could handle this on my own. — I look at my hands, aware that they are right.

— That's the problem. You are no longer alone and you don't have to face anything alone. We know you are capable of handling situations. We've already seen you in action — Noah says, stroking my arms — But we want to take care of you because we love you, and not because we doubt your abilities.

— Can we take care of you, flower? — Zedekiah, approaches me again, taking my hair out of the way and leaves kisses on my shoulders, hugging me from behind — He won't hide anything from us anymore, right? — Your hand, which is on my belly, goes down to my pussy — Will you?

— No — I murmur softly as I moan when his fingers rub against my pussy.

— Now, do you want me to let you go and stop, or do you want to continue? — he says, nibbling my earlobe — Just say the keyword you didn't tell us when you asked to be released. Do you know the rules when we're playing, or have you forgotten what the word is?

Burning Desire.

I could have said that word, but I didn't as I just wanted them to stop asking questions and fuck me as quickly as possible.

— No. I don't want them to stop because they kept me waiting for a long time. — I push my ass against his soft penis.

— Faina. Faina? — I look at Heros, sighing with Zed's fingers inside me. I grind against them, rubbing myself against his dick — Do you want to stop?

— You want? I ask, hoping he'll say no.

— I'm asking you. Let's not be upset if after all this they want to stop, curse us and hit us. — I focus on her beautiful green eyes.

— Heros, I am a twenty-seven-year-old woman, nymphomaniac, married to five extremely attractive men who are exclusively mine. Having had a lot of pent-up fire for two weeks — I bite my lip staring at your naked torso, and your V-Line — all I want now is for you to take off those jeans and be naked for me.

— He is sure? — he asks, wanting to smile — We would rather not coerce you into anything. Everyone here is on trial.

— Yes, that's all I want and can think of right now. Whatever we still have to talk about, we'll resolve it outside here. — Zed, pull the chain from my breasts — Damn… am I still prohibited from cumming? — I ask even though I already know it’s too late.

Shit.

I hope the answer is no because I'm already cumming.

— It's a little late for you to ask this question, isn't it, flower? — Zedekiah, take your fingers with my cum to my lips, making me suck them, which I do with pleasure, biting your finger at the end.

—Am I in trouble? I ask as I bite my lip and look at him over my shoulder.

Smiling, he walks away, making me lose his warmth.

— Aah. — I scream when he comes back with the paddle on my ass.

Yeah, I think I am.

Enjoying it, I throw my ass back wanting more and am greeted with the whip with the ends curled like roses.

— You are insatiable, flower.

My skin is on fire, delighting in the sting of my buttocks as the leather hits my skin again and again. My body writhes and I throw my head back, cumming and screaming his name.

And he hasn't even fucked me yet.

— Oops. I came again, master. However, I'm not sorry.

Growling, he brings a hand to my neck, bringing his lips to mine with an urgent kiss. Finally, I feel your cock inside me, thrusting deep into my ass. The other hand goes down my breasts, reaching my clitoris.

— I don't know if I like these piercings anymore — he tells me, massaging my swollen nerve, which contains two vertical metal balls, which are known as vertical due to their positioning. — They drive me really crazy, flower.

Your hands don't stop massaging me, following the fast pace of your penis fucking me. The ice cream of the 'piercing' on the head of your cock, in my hot channel, makes me more excited. As he slides in and goes deep, I feel my pussy throb and my legs go limp. I'm about to cum for the third time. Zedekiah, hold me more firmly, increasing the speed of your thrusts and stimulation of my nervous system.

— Zed. — I scream, giving myself over to another orgasm, with him.

— Faina. — growls in my ear