Chapter Fourteen

Summer

I reach the peaches and cream bedroom and smile at it, the feeling taking over my body, flowing through me. It relaxes my tension, I don’t know why or what is happening here, but I genuinely suspect magic I don’t understand is at work. Again, the more I think of it, the more a fog fills my mind, and I forget what I was thinking about.

I drift into the massive white marble bathroom and look down at the swimming pool-sized bathtub. Longing fills my body, to sink down into it and the thought of letting the warm water soothe away my aches is medicine to my soul.

I turn on the water, adjusting the faucet to the perfect temperature. Once I plug the drain, I fill the slowly rising water with a mix of bubbles and oils that I find in a basket on the corner of the counter. I also see a lighter, and I take it to each of the creamsicle-colored candles around the room, lighting them all. So much light is being put off by the sweet-smelling things that when I flip the switch and turn off the overhead light, the room is still aglow with the flickering flames.

While I wait for the bathtub to fill I undress and sit on its edge, dipping my toes in the water and swirling them in it. Enjoying the warmth spreading up my leg, playing with the bubbles between my toes. I hear a knock on the door, and I turn, seeing Balint in the doorway, my back to him. I watch his eyes roam over my bare skin.

I wrap my arms over my chest and stand, my back still towards him. I sink down into the water, letting the bubbles overtake my body and shield me from view. Settling against the tub's edge, I relax and meet Balint’s gaze.

“It’s you, isn’t it?” I accuse, not harshly, but as a matter of fact. “You’re doing something to my dreams, to me?”

He looks down, and for a moment, I see something cross his face. “Your mind is very powerful, Summer. I have never had someone in the past be able to tell the difference between the dreaming and reality.” As he finishes, he looks back up at me, and his eyes glow in the candlelight. “Yes, it is me. I thought—” Pausing again as if looking for the words, he steps into the room and takes a seat on the side of the bathtub. Looking down at the nearly overflowing water, he turns off the faucet and dips his fingers mindlessly into my bubbles. “I thought,” he says, when he starts again, “that I could help you with the transition.”

I nod at his words. While I can tell the difference, these dreams and his power are still having an effect. My heart and my mind yearn for the brothers. “You’re doing it now?”

“No.” He shakes his head at me. “You’re awake, darling. This is real, not the dreaming.”

I nod, still feeling confused, the fog growing the more I try to make sense of it. Finally, I shake my head to clear it, hoping the physical motion will assist me in regaining control of my mind.

“I don’t like it.” I slide my feet backwards along the bottom of the bathtub, bending my knees. They peek up out of the top of the water, and I lean forward and wrap my arms around my legs, resting my head on them.

The shadows in the room seem ominous now, and I don’t like the feeling growing inside me, fear creeping over me. My scalp prickles.

“It’s because you’re fighting it. Relax, my darling, give in, and let go. You’re safe. I promise.” Reaching out to me and brushing my hair behind my ear Balint slowly stands. I watch as he unbuttons his shirt, slips it off over his shoulders, and drops it to the floor at his feet.

“I can’t,” I say, as I lift my head. Watching him undress in front of me, seeing his naked body this close to mine makes things twist and turn inside me, and my head swims. When he bends to lower his pants to the floor, taking one leg out at a time, I swallow hard. As he rises, I see his cock, swollen and stiff, lying flat against his stomach. He did not exaggerate his size in the dreaming.

I suck in a breath and gasp at his beauty, licking my lips, my desire builds inside me, and I hate myself for it. A battle rages in my mind. Master. The word comes, and I nod. Shifting again in the bathtub, I hurry to its center, leaving space for Balint to step in behind me. The displaced water overflows the tub's sides when he settles in, and I listen as it trickles to the floor.

“You’re making a mess.” I giggle as he places his hands on my shoulders, his touch sending something through me, leaving me feeling light and carefree.

“We’ll clean it up later, don’t worry about that now.” I look back at him as he speaks, and he opens his arms to me, indicating I lean back to him.

As I do, I feel the hard muscles of his chest against my back. He is strong. My mind tries to remind me this man is deadly, but I shake it away. Welcoming other thoughts instead as I shift my body backward and feel the firm length of him pinned between us. I rest my head back onto his shoulder as his arms wrap around me, sliding over my breasts and under the water, settling onto my hips. Gently, Balint pulls me back against him the rest of the way and moans softly in my ear.

“Summer.” My name floats out of his mouth and hangs in the air between us. It ignites my body, and the inferno I’ve been trying to douse all day rages to life. Tingling starts in my toes and spreads up to my lower body, stopping and building in my groin.

I take a long deep breath, holding it for a moment before I breathe out the word, “Master.”

Balint’s head drops to my neck, and he kisses me then, soft, but the stubble on his chin scrapes at my sensitive skin and burns me. Sucking in a sharp breath, I tense as I feel his hands shift from my hips to my rounded thighs and down over them to my waiting pussy. I toss my head back into him further, arching my back as he grazes his knuckles against me under the water.

My hand shoots up through the surface, splashing more onto the floor when I take hold of the side of the tub. My grip is so tight my knuckles turn white.

“Please?” I breathe out.

His deep, dark laugh fills the room as he chuckles in my ear, then I jump when he nips at my neck, and I feel the tips of his fangs against my skin. “Please, what? I won’t take what isn’t offered to me,” he purrs in my ear. Then runs his nose along the arch of my neck and down my shoulder. “You smell so sweet, Summer. Like a hot summer day after rainfall or a morning covered with dew.”

“Please, Master. I need you.” I pant the words at him as he continues to explore my folds, but never touching me long enough in the right spot, never filling me. He continues to tease me with both of his hands, kneading my thighs as he slides his hands away from my eager pussy.

When he leans forward, he wraps an arm around my waist and shifts me with him. His hands run up my back and over my shoulders. “You’re so tense, relax, darling. Let me take away all the pain.”

Sighing again, I relax back into him as he continues to rub my shoulders. No longer teasing me, bringing me near the edge that I’m so eager to throw myself off of. I watch through hooded eyes as the candles slowly burn down, and Balint remains with me, his hands massaging my arms, my hips, learning every curve of my body. As the water begins to finally cool, he leans forward again, his hand diving under the water he pulls the plug, the drain releasing with a whoosh as the tub starts to empty.

The light coming from the bedroom doorway dims, and as if on cue, the other three brothers have arrived. The water, starting to lower, has exposed my breasts, and I’m chilled in the room air. Tommie steps into the room, grabs a towel, and holds it out to me. I stand with Balint’s help, his hands on my hips to steady me so I don’t slip on the bottom of the wet bathtub.

Tommie’s arms wrap around me, and he lifts me effortlessly, turning towards the door with me cradled in his arms. I see Aaran and Jakub step aside so he can enter the bedroom with me. They have lit all of the candles here as well, and again I’m taken over by an ominous feeling as I see the shadows cast around the room by the flickering flames.

When Tommie settles me onto the bed, he takes the towel and rubs it over my skin, drying me and warming me with the motion. Balint steps out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist, water droplets sparkle on his chest, and I’m stunned by his beauty. I watch Aaran and Jakub climb onto the bed on either side of me. Fully clothed still, sandwiching my naked body between them. When their hands slide over my breasts in unison, I arch my back, and a moan escapes my lips. The sound fills the room, and I stare at the ceiling, lost in the sensation of having their hands on me.

“Stop, please. Master, I can’t.” I pant as I try to sit up, grabbing their hands by the wrists and trying to pull them from me. Coming to my senses.

Sitting cross-legged in the bed now, two brothers flank me, and the others stand in front of me at the foot of the bed. “I’m not ready, please—”

Balint and Tommie nod at my words. “Darling, let us pleasure you. Make this a night for you to remember, all of our attention on giving you what you need,” Balint says as he lowers himself onto the foot of the bed, taking ahold of my ankle and pulling me down towards him.

I giggle as I flop back onto the bed and feel the silky duvet under my back as I’m pulled to the edge of the bed. Balint’s touch is doing things to me again. My thoughts turn back to my desire for him. That has been ever-growing. When I reach the end of the bed, he smiles down at me, and my eyes meet his, my head swims, and I nod at him. “Please, Master?” I say, catching my lower lip between my teeth.

The two brothers at the top of the bed lie down, stretching out. Their heads are at my shoulders. Jakub nuzzles into my neck and kisses me there as his hand finds my breast again. Following suit, Aaran does the same. Balint is no longer leaning over me but has lowered himself to his knees between my legs. I gasp when he blows on my mons softly, the feeling sending shivers up my body.

“Are you sure?” Aaran raises his head from my neck and looks into my eyes. I nod at him.

“Say it!” I hear the growl from the end of the bed, and I tense for a moment but realize I like the commanding tone.

“Yes, Masters, please. I need to come.” As soon as the words are out, I am suddenly overwhelmed with sensations on my body. Aaran kisses me, firm on the lips, his tongue filling my mouth, opening me to him more. I moan into him as I feel two mouths take my breasts into theirs and the fourth close over my aching pussy, all at once. Having four mouths on me at one time is heavenly. I feel like I am flying, and I arch up off of the bed, trying to fill them with more of me.

My need is taking over, and I’m turned into a wild animal. Nothing but the pleasure will satisfy me now. All other thoughts flee my mind as I give in to them, allowing them to have my body. When the orgasm rips through me, I scream with it. I fly into a space I have never known before. Floating above myself and seeing me from their point of view, four male heads bent over me, one at my mouth and each breast and the final one between my legs.

Wrapping my legs around Balint’s back, I pull him closer to me. When he buries his face further into my folds, his tongue finds my clit again, and I feel him sucking at me. Fangs snag at me then, and I yelp in response. He drives his fingers into my pussy. I clamp down around his hand and moan into Aaran’s mouth, the second orgasm building deep within me now. Cum gushing out around Balint's fingers soaks the duvet, and the other three release me from their grasps.

I lay in the bed, still surrounded by the four brothers, panting. With the aftershocks of my orgasms shooting through my body like bolts of lightning. I sit up slowly, Tommie, Jakub, and Aaran helping me off the bed. When I see Balint again, he has a pajama set in his hand, holding them out to me.

When Balint gently dresses me, I’m left feeling safe, secure, and taken care of. These men, brothers, Masters, they’re going to cherish me. Keep me protected and guide me in this new life I have been forced to lead.

Tears fill my eyes as I start to think about the things I’ve lost and what I’ll be leaving behind. But for my daughter’s sake, I have to move forward. I lean up onto my tiptoes and gently press a kiss on Balint’s cheek. Turning, I do the same for each of the others. When I crawl under the covers, they bid me goodnight.

I see Balint standing in the doorway, long after the others have gone, and I shift, patting the bed, inviting him to join me. “I can’t sleep.” I sigh when he sits down next to me on the edge of the bed. “Too many things keep going through my mind. Am I doing the right thing?”

Balint climbs into bed with me, wrapping his arms around me, overtop of the blankets. I feel him kiss the top of my head. “It’s okay, my darling. Doubts are natural. You have been through so much. Sleep, darling, sleep.” When he repeats the word darling, I get the feeling that it is the key to what I am missing. The key to the control he has over me, and I wonder at it briefly, but soon I am fast asleep trapped in his arms, fitfully dreaming of monsters and how to escape them.