Alessa Preston threw down the multiple envelopes of bills. Bills, bills, and more bills. Her life had become so monotonous. Every day it was the same thing. Wake up early to go to work at the upscale restaurant, Marchianno’s, and every now and then she would sub in as a baker at the local bakery and work from midnight until ten in the morning. A year ago, she thought it was temporary. A means to perfect her art of baking, cooking, and mastering the ability to create culinary masterpieces, hell, make money to pay for her dream. But now she was making a name for herself. Her desserts, her own recipes, perfected and now requested. Alessa was stuck in a rut, and it didn’t help that her parents went back on their promise of helping her pay for law school. She finished as they commanded her to. She even passed the Bar exam, which she didn’t tell them about or they would have forced her into the profession they wanted for her not the one she wanted.
Michelangelo, her boss at the restaurant, knew her uncle, who had been his lawyer for years until he passed away. He gave her the opportunity to show her stuff at his restaurant, but he wasn’t a friend, someone she trusted. He was a means to get her foot in the door, or so she thought, but back to that whole stuck in a rut thing. She was definitely at a standstill.
Alessa exhaled and put her feet up on the chair. She was so tired. Her dream of one day owning her own little pastry shop was slipping from her grasp. She didn’t want to leave for work. She wished she hit the lotto or something. She thought about asking Gisella for some guidance. Maybe get an idea of how much it would truly cost to rent or buy the building Alessa had her eyes on. How much did she need to put away? Were her figures correct in what Alessa thought she needed? She didn’t want to ask Gisella for fear that she would insist on fronting the money for Alessa. Most of her friends could now, with or without the men they kept. She was being stubborn, and in the back of her mind she remembered her parents put downs and negative strikes against her friends. She was losing hope, drive, with each day that passed. She couldn’t even go out with her friends to try and lift her spirits. Too many fears there now. More barriers in the way of success. She was feeling defeated.
She was twenty-six years old, had her law degree, her certification in culinary and baking credentials, she just needed opportunity and money. Going out with friends didn’t cost her anything because the guys always paid for their drinks. The perks to knowing club owners. Yet, she hadn’t gone out since that night she was drugged. Too scared to enjoy life because of the men who drugged her and nearly took her that night at the club. Alessa knew she had her friends to keep her safe, but being around them meant being around the made men. Specifically, Lenox, Roman, Cobra, and Ziek.
Oh boy, she didn’t know why she was so attracted to each man. They were hard, scary, older, and, oh God, so sexy that she got tongue-tied around them. She was so inexperienced and fearful of men in general. Her experiences were limited to one guy, one lover ever, and it was a mess of a situation she still was trying to recover from. Maybe because she gave all her heart and Calvin used her.
She felt like some school-girl with a crush on the older, more experienced men. Boy, did they seem experienced. To think of the many times she was at the clubs over the past year and watched as women flaunted their assets, offered their bodies without a care, and how many times did one of those men walk away with one of those women? She would be stupid to think that the men were just being stubborn and resistant to an attraction to her as Alda’s men had been. Things changed quickly.
Alessa was inexperienced, yet knowledgeable of the pain and heartache men caused. The less human, or perhaps, more desensitized they were to life itself, the more damage they could do to a woman.
She exhaled and played with one of the envelopes containing a bill from the university. She wouldn’t have this right now if she followed her parents orders. She knew she wouldn’t be happy, but was she happy now, either way? Over a hundred thousand dollars in college loans all because she wouldn’t do what her parents wanted her to do. Become a lawyer like her brothers and cousins. Be part of the firm. Stick to your own kind. Remain amongst the elite friends and snobs who made hundreds of thousands or more a year. Stay away from those slutty friends that engage in ménage relationships. Worse? Her mother’s words to her when Calvin left Alessa.
“He wants a woman of class, sophistication, professionalism, not some low life baker who works in the back kitchen with minimum wage losers.”
“No, Mom, Calvin wants a slave, a piece of ass, and a woman he can control, have look good on his arm but remain behind him and not equal or, God forbid, better than him.”
She exhaled in annoyance. Alessa was smarter then Calvin, better in the courtroom and had better grades, received awards, and he didn’t. Calvin was jealous of Alessa, and of course, already came from a wealthy family so he felt he didn’t have to work hard for anything, and that he deserved it. Alessa had tried so hard to please everyone, including Calvin, until the moment she walked in on Calvin with two women in their bed. In “their bed,” in the apartment, surrounded by things they decorated and purchased together.
How could he?
“Fucking incredible. Look at these breasts. Fuck,” Ziek said, cupping one before lowering down to indulge.
“Look at these thighs, so smooth, muscular, long, and sexy,” Roman said and ran his palm up and down her thigh before cupping her other breast, then sliding his palm the rest of the way up, holding her arm above her head. She gasped, but then Lenox did that to her other thigh, slid his palm up, holding it wide like Roman was, spreading her for Cobra, then pushing her arm above her head.
“Oh God, please. Oh!” she cried out, and came. From their words, the intensity of their eyes, from Cobra’s tongue, and from them restraining her. It was overwhelming.
Ziek caressed her hair and looked down from above her.
“Her eyes are my favorite, I think. So telling, so emotional, and so sincere. This color of green and hazel is like nothing I’ve seen before. Our woman is precious, amazing, and yes, a goddess,” he said, and lowered down to press his lips to hers.
“I need in, now. You’re on the pill, right?” Cobra said to her as Ziek released her lips.
“Good. No barriers, Alessa. Skin to skin, my dick buried deep in this pussy that will belong to us,” he said and pinched her clit. She jerked but the guys still held her thighs wide. Cobra undressed the rest of the way and she shivered with anticipation and desire. Her legs were being held wide open by Roman and Lenox. Her arms pressed above her head by Ziek now, and then Cobra’s full, naked body came into view. The deep ridges of thick, hard muscles, scars, a knife wound. “Cobra, oh God, you were stabbed?” she asked.
He slid his palm from her cunt to her breasts then lowered over her. She felt the tip of his cock against her opening when the men released their hold. “I’ve had a crazy life, Alessa, but it was worth it, now that I know it was all to get here to you,” he said, lowered down, and kissed her as he slid his cock into her cunt. Cobra nudged and nudged until he filled her with cock, and made her lose her breath.
“So tight baby. Holy shit, I can hardly move inside of you.” He cupped her cheeks and hair between his forearms and lifted and thrust into her.
She moaned and gasped on every stroke, each one easing deeper, lubricating her channel from the vibrations and sensations attacking her insides. Cobra was so heavy, so thick and solid. All man and then some, she shivered and shook.
“Oh Cobra. Cobra!” she cried out
“Damn, I love that sound,” Ziek said aloud.
“She’s more than tight. She’s small, fucking packs one hell of a punch,” Cobra said to his brother and cousins. He rocked and thrust. “So good, Alessa. So fucking good,” Cobra exclaimed and moved faster, thrust harder and deeper before he grunted and came inside of her. He immediately kissed her mouth, then along her chest, her breasts, then back to her mouth again.
“Incredible. God damn, I’ve been waiting to make love to you, woman. To smell your shampoo, to have your scent all over me and know that your mine, my brother and cousins, too. This is perfect. Let them make love to you, too. Make this official,” he said and she smiled.
Cobra eased out of her, her pussy holding tight, not wanting to release him or the sensations. He moaned and grunted. Placed a hand on her hip and pulled out. Then his eyes landed on the bruising. She gripped his wrists.
“I’m yours. He can’t hurt me ever again. No one can,” she said to him. He nodded, looked so serious, but then Lenox slapped his hands together, rubbed them, and then stood between her legs. He gripped her ankles and slid them up and down against her skin.
“Where to begin. Holy shit. I’ve dreamt about you like this, Alessa. Spread out naked on a bed, arms above your head, breasts pushed out, pussy wet and ready for cock,” he told her.
“Lenox,” she said, and felt her cheeks blush as she turned away a moment, feeling shy.
Ziek and Roman chuckled.
“Open your eyes,” Lenox ordered and when she did he stared at her body, explored her with his palms.
“Where do your arms belong?” he asked in a serious tone that did something incredible to her insides.
She raised them up slowly and he smirked.
“That’s my girl. Submissive, obedient, and ready to be rewarded.” He said then lowered down to suckle her breast. He slid his palms up her arms to her wrists, the tip of his cock poked her cunt.
“This first time is going to be fast. I need so badly, I could come all over your belly right now. I never felt like this before. It’s going to take several times making love to ease and calm this need. Can you handle us?” he asked.
“I sure hope so, because I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
He started to ease his cock into her cunt.
“Let’s lose our minds together,” he said. She smiled and he thrust into her pussy fully, making her gasp and moan in pleasure. Lenox surprised her. With his aggressiveness, his naughty talk, and his honesty about his emotions. She needed that. Appreciated it, as she felt the same way and was unable to express that. He did though, and continued to amaze her as he thrust into her pussy, held her hands above her head, his body over hers as he rocked into her over and over again.