The Naughty Angel and Her Three Very Wise Men: A Christmas Ménage (11 page)

Annabelle woke to the birds singing outside their window. She stretched and noticed both of her mates were gone. She sighed and strolled to the bathroom. A nice hot shower would wake her up. Too bad her mates had taken off. She would have loved to have them join her. Gathering her clothes, Annabelle walked to the bathroom and turned on the water. She smiled as she stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash away the cobwebs in her brain. Her mates were amazing and she couldn't stay mad at them for letting her sleep. She knew the babies needed as much sleep as she did. On autopilot, she moved her hand to her belly and rubbed it. “Are you all boys or will I have a little girl too?” Just the thought of a little girl with their eyes and her temperament made her laugh. “Boy, would you drive your fathers crazy. Just think of things we could do to torment them.” She turned to let the water caress her back, and was surprised to see Marcus in the shower with her. He smiled and cupped her cheek. “So you want a little girl to torment us?” His voice was husky and sexy. “Not to worry, we're up to the challenge. Did you sleep okay?” He bent his head and nibbled her neck. Raising her arms, she wrapped them around his neck and kissed his chest. “You know I did, and we'll see if you are up to the challenge.” She smiled as she swirled her tongue around his nipple. “I need you, Marcus. Where's Lance?” She turned her head to see Lance had stepped into the shower carrying shaving cream, a razor, and a butt plug. She smiled. “Do we have plans I should know about?” She studied Lance as he set the items down and turned the water off. Lance smiled and nodded to the seat in the large tub. “Sit, Annabelle, and spread those nice legs of yours. It's time to prepare you for tonight.” Her pussy quivered and Annabelle moaned as she did what he asked. Marcus sat on the edge of the tub, stroking his cock as he watched Lance kneel between her legs. “Lance is going to shave you today, but we expect you to keep yourself bare down there from now on. There is a nice salon in town you can go to. They will wax you. I've already set up an account for you. I expect you to use it whenever needed.” She was getting excited as Lance spread the warm shaving cream on her pussy hairs, rubbing her lips, separating them. For the next fifteen minutes, Lance shaved her clean. By the time he was done, she was shaking with need. Marcus reached over and turned the water back on and handed Lance the hose to wash her off. Using two fingers, he separated her pussy lips and aimed the pressured hose on her clit. She closed her eyes and moaned, leaning her head against the shower wall. “I need more, Lance,” she whispered. It seemed like it had been weeks since she had had them in her body. He slid two fingers into her pussy. “Hush, we'll take care of you.” He slowly pumped in and out of her, driving her passion higher. Suddenly he pulled his fingers out and turned off the water. “Stand up and put your hands on the seat. Make sure you spread your legs,” Marcus ordered. Annabelle lifted her head and gazed at him as she slowly stood and faced the wall. Her hands trembled as she placed them on the seat and spread her legs. “We're going to insert a butt plug now. You will keep this in you for the next three hours. We need you stretched for what we have planned for you tonight.” Marcus's voice was like a drug, relaxing and calm. “Head down, Annabelle.” He gently pushed her head down and started to rub her shoulders as Lance slipped two lubricated fingers into her ass slowly. Annabelle hissed as he passed the tight ring of her ass and slid his fingers all the way into her. In and out with the motion of scissoring inside her, stretching her. Lance was meticulous. Never once did he hurry as he prepared her. Another finger joined the two. It was tight, but the pain turned to pleasure. Marcus slid one of his hands down and cupped her breast. “You're doing great. Just relax. Soon we'll be inside you.” “You're so tight against my fingers, Annabelle. I can't wait to sink my cock into this virgin ass.” Lance mumbled as he slowly fucked her ass with his fingers. But all too soon Lance pulled his fingers away, leaving her wanting. She didn't have to wait long. The cold tip of the butt plug pushed slowly into her, hitting the tight ring of her ass. “This is going to sting for a minute.” Marcus whispered into her ear and squeezed her nipple as Lance pushed it past her ring and inside her. “Ohh…” she moaned, curling her hands into fists as she waited for the burning sensation to turn to pure pleasure. The butt plug was moved slowly in and out of her until it was totally inside her. She moved, trying to dislodge it, but she got smacked on the ass and held. “Don't move. I'm not done with you.” Lance's voice was strained. He pulled her back away from the wall as Marcus got down in front of her and looked up at her. “He's going to fuck you now, Annabelle, while I suck your clit. Then I will take you. What you feel will only be part of what will happen tonight when we both take you. Put your arms around Lance's neck and don't let go.” Lance pulled her body up against his as he pushed the head of his cock slowly in her pussy from behind. “Lock your fingers together behind me,” he said as he pushed further into her. “It's too much…” She gasped as he slid all the way into her. Her body tingled, pain and pleasure fought with each other in her body, and Marcus's dirty words only turned her on more, before his mouth covered her clit. “Easy. Just relax and let us do all the work. Wrap your legs around Marcus's shoulders when I lift you.” His hands grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around Marcus's head, giving him better access to her clit. Marcus wrapped his arms around her legs to reach her pussy lips and separated them as he nibbled and sucked her clit. Lance moved his hands around her and grabbed onto her breasts, pushing them together. “We have so many things we want to do to you, Annabelle. This is only the beginning. Do you feel the connection between us?” Both Lance and Marcus opened their minds to her. Their passion and love poured into her as it did when they were feeling. As they worked her body, she began to feel a mind-blasting orgasm. Lance continued to pump into her, picking up the pace while Marcus wouldn't let go of her clit. “Another, Annabelle. Give us another one.” Lance licked her neck, then sank his fangs into he, as he slammed into her two more times, sending his hot seed into her pussy. She screamed and bucked against Marcus's face as another orgasm rolled over her, sweat beading her forehead. Her legs shook as Marcus unwrapped them and gently lowered them to the floor of the tub. Closing the holes in her neck, Lance pulled her arms down, rubbing the circulation back in them. As he placed her into Marcus's arms, he slid out of her. He leaned down and kissed her cheek. “You're not done yet.” He grinned and climbed out of the shower, leaving her alone with Marcus. She glanced up into Marcus's heated gaze. “Marcus?” He smiled and kissed her hard. He nipped her lower lip and sucked it into his mouth while he placed her back against the wall, pushing into her pussy. His kiss deepened, pushing his tongue into her mouth. Marcus pulled her legs up, and she wrapped them around his waist as he cupped her ass. Annabelle pulled away from the kiss to gaze up at him. He smiled and pulled the butt plug out a few inches, to only push it back in at the same time he surged into her. Her head bumped against the shower wall and her eyes closed. “My God, Marcus!” she squealed as he pumped in and out of her, moving the butt plug with him. “You hug me so tight with your pussy. I could stay inside you all day. Come feed, baby. I need this.” He reached up and guided her head to his chest. “Take me into you,” he pleaded. She scraped her fangs against his chest. His muscles tightened and his cock grew thicker inside her. “I want this too, Marcus. I love you.” Annabelle sank her fangs into his chest, drinking his warm blood. Marcus slammed into her over and over again, as his hands dug into her ass as he held her. “I love you, Annabelle! Mine!” he shouted, releasing his seed and triggering her orgasm. Her nails dug into his arms as she closed the holes and moaned. She could feel everything he did as his body shook inside her. The love and need that poured into her brought tears to her eyes as her orgasm coursed through her. Annabelle shook and buried her head in his neck. She never knew someone could love this much and the thought of someone hurting them scared the crap out of her. He hugged her and lowered her legs down. “It's all right. We're not going anywhere.”

He reached over and turned on the water. Ever so slowly, he washed her body, worshiping it, loving it, and telling her in his actions that he would always care for her. She smiled as he stood and scooped her up in his arms after he turned off the water. “You know, if you keep this up, I'm going to expect it every day,” she teased. He lowered her to her feet so he could dry her. He smiled and rubbed her hair with the towel. “Annabelle, we will always take care of you. We're very good at it. You have the first three hours to work in your studio today, but we will expect you in the kitchen at twelve to eat lunch. From there, we have your day scheduled. You will follow our orders to the tee.” He guided her into the bedroom. A warm cotton skirt and blouse lay on the bed. “You picked out my clothes?” She traced her finger over the skirt and glanced at him.

Marcus stifled the smile that wanted to break out, but Annabelle needed to get used to the idea of them controlling more and more of her life. “We will pick your clothes out and what you wear each day, among other things.” He reached for the blouse as she gasped next to him. “I've already informed personnel that you won't be back to work either. Lance has taken care of the lease on your apartment.” He held out the blouse for her. She glanced up at him and put her arm in it.

“You're really into the control thing, aren't you?” She reached to button the blouse, but he stopped her and cupped her breasts. His gaze met hers. “Yes. You're our mate, lover, mother of our children, and our own personal slave. What we say goes. Of course, regarding decisions with our children, we will share those and other issues, but always know we do this for you. We want only the best for you, and to please you.” He traced his thumbs over her nipples. “When things settle down, and they will settle down, each day you will have some free time, but we will expect you take the guards with you when you leave this house.” He pulled her shirt closed and buttoned it. “My parents have bought the house next to this one. They will be moving into that house. Mother always loved it, so Father bought it when it went up for sale. He wants us to have the family house. Is that okay with you?” He wrapped the skirt around her and tied it on the side. “The reason I'm asking is because we want your happiness above anything else.” He stood in front of her and waited. She looked down at the ground and back up with a smile. “I would love to live here. But Marcus, I have a question. I know Dave is dead, but how…I mean I still have his last name. I want to have my name changed to yours, if it's okay.” She fidgeted and glanced back at the ground. “I know we're mated and that is more bonding than a marriage, but I'd like to have your last name. I don't want a reminder of him.” She shivered and rubbed her arms. Marcus pulled her into his arms, and rested his head on hers. “You'll have our last name, Annabelle. I have the lawyer working on it as we speak. So don't worry about it, and of course you'll also soon have our mark.” He teased and stepped back. “Now, go on. The guards are waiting outside to take you upstairs. You have three hours. Don't be late. I would hate to start our evening with a punishment.” He patted her ass and pushed her to the door. “You do know there is no clock up there, right?” she teased, running for the door. He growled, catching her at the door. “Then I'll make sure to have one brought up to you.” He rubbed his growing cock onto her stomach and kissed her. “If you keep teasing me, your free time will run out.” He pinched her nipples. “Hmm, if you keep touching me, I might let you use my free time.” She reached up and kissed his lips softly. “But I have four other gifts to start and yours to finish. So I'm going.” Marcus watched her step out into the hallway as both guards followed behind her. He smiled. Their beauty would soon know the limits of her freedom. “Well, she took the news well.” Lance stepped up next to him and handed him a pair of jeans.

“Yeah, but we haven't told her all the rules yet. We'll see tonight how much resistance we get from her. I'm kind of hoping she does resist us a little, just so we can see that red ass again and smell her juices when she gets excited.” Marcus laughed and slid the jeans on. “We don't need a reason to see it red. I, for one, intend to make it red tonight. Oh, Doug called and wanted to know who we want to witness her first outing tonight.” Marcus stopped and thought about it. “I was thinking just the senior members for now. That way, we can ease her into it. I know at the bar she got excited, but we hid her body. Tonight she will be watched, so I think we should go easy on her.” He grabbed his T-shirt and pulled it on. Lance nodded. “That's what I thought. I also asked Doug to set up our private chamber for the showing. It will be more comfortable for her.” Marcus and Lance headed downstairs to the dining area. “Did you invite Doug and his slave for lunch? Mom and Dad will be at the factory this afternoon. Sandy is having lunch with Dwayne and her parents and Annabelle's parents are going into town, so we'll have the whole house to ourselves this afternoon.”

He studied the layout of the dining room and pushed the small four-person table toward the window facing the garden. Lance moved the two small cabinets, one to each side of the table, easy to reach. “Yes, and he has already sent over his toys. They are in the drawers, as are ours. The cook has a simple lunch all set up for us. The sandwiches, fruit, and cake are all finished and I have Brett serving lunch for us.” He smiled. “I think Annabelle will like him.” Marcus adjusted his cock. “Good, he's perfect for what we have in mind. Looks like everything is set in here. We'd better get moving if we're going to be back on time. We've only got two hours to secure those tunnels, and they haven't been used in a while. I want them lit when we use them.” He turned and headed for the basement tunnels with Lance.

She had two and half hours to paint. She would do Eden's and Nicholas's painting first. Then she would work on Marcus's and Lance's. Annabelle turned and looked at the guards in the room with her. How the hell was she going to paint with them in the room? She frowned. “Are you guys allowed to wait out in the hall while I paint?” She hoped they would be, but they shook their heads no. “Well, damn.”
Marcus, can the guards stand out in the hall while I paint? No!
both her mates answered.
Fine, then don't get mad when they see me naked!
she snapped and closed off her mind, as she made her way to the bathroom and stripped out of her clothes. At least she had her smock to put on. That would cover her somewhat. Walking back into the studio, she gathered her paints and started Eden's and Nicholas's painting. She reached over and turned on the stereo, swinging her hips to the music. Ten minutes had passed, and she had gotten the outline of the painting done, when both Marcus and Lance burst into the room, scaring the crap out of her. Her brush went flying across the canvas. Annabelle glared up at her mates, who pushed the guards out the door and turned to her. “We had things to do, Annabelle, but you had to interrupt them,” Marcus snapped. Words just wouldn't come out of her mouth. She was so pissed off that she flung the paint brush at him. “Do you know what you just did? I only have four freaking canvasses and you just ruined one! Damn it, Marcus. Now what am I going to do?” She plopped down on the floor, holding the ruined painting in her hands. “There has to be a way I can fix it. It was turning out so well, too.” Her lip quivered. She hated this. She couldn't buy anything because she was stuck in the house. Marcus and Lance moved up to her and kneeled down next to her. Marcus raised her chin and gazed at her, but she jerked her head away. “Don't, Marcus.” She grabbed a paper towel and dabbed it into the turpentine, hoping she could remove the splatters, but Lance grabbed the picture and set it aside. “Damn it, Lance. I only have two hours left and now it's going to take me an extra hour to just try to fix that. Give it back.” She tried to grab it, but Marcus pulled her up and held her in his arms. “Where are you clothes, Annabelle?” “They're in the bathroom so they wouldn't get ruined. Let me go, Marcus. I have to finish that painting today.” “Hush. When we dress you, we also undress you, Annabelle. We expect you to do what you are told. Didn't I tell you no less than an hour ago that you were to wear those clothes?” he demanded. Annabelle clenched her fists and knew they were going to have their first full-blown fight. “Yes, Marcus, you did, and I was wearing the outfit, but I didn't want to ruin it. Plus, you knew I paint in the nude, so this is your freaking problem. Now release me.”

She didn't give him the chance, as she squirmed out of his arms. “Go. Get out now before I lose my patience with the both of you. I'm locked in this house while others can go shopping. I can't go Christmas shopping, which I love to do, because of all this crap. Not to mention I have some stupid-ass demons out to get me. So I'm trying to make due here with what I have. Then you two come busting in here and ruin one of my gifts. So, yes. I'm pissed off.” She sat down on the chair. “I've given up everything I have for you two. Hell, I don't even have any of my things in this house except for what's here. I thought this was my free time where I could be me. Are you going to stop that too? I paint in the nude, Marcus and Lance. That way, I don't have to worry about getting anything ruined. I'm free when I paint. It relaxes me. Don't take that away too, Marcus. Don't.” She sighed and curled her legs up on the chair. Lance grabbed the other chair and put it in front of her, sitting on it. “Come here, Annabelle.” He held out his hand and she knew what was coming. She sighed. They hadn't heard a damn thing she'd said. Annabelle placed her hand in his and went to him and bent over his knees. He didn't even have to guide her. “Do it, Lance. Just do it.” She pushed the smock up for him, so he would have free access to her ass. He just sat there. “Annabelle, do you know why you're going to be punished?” Lance ran his hand over her ass. “Let's see. It could be because I was upset and yelled, or it could be because I threw a paint brush at Marcus, or it could because I like to paint in the nude. Don't know which one, or all them, so just do it,” she snapped and glared back at him. He glared at her. “You have a mean mouth on you when you're upset.” He brought his hands down on her ass fast. He kept spanking her, but Annabelle didn't say anything. Silent tears slipped down her face.
Why couldn't they see she was upset and comfort her instead?
Her ass burned once again. He had given each butt cheek ten smacks and lifted her up, setting her on her feet. Marcus sat down in the chair she had been sitting in and pulled her into his lap. She sucked in her breath as the fiery pain raced through her butt when she sat on his lap. He pulled her back and hugged her, wiping the tears from her face. “Make a list of what you need and we'll have it delivered to you tonight. All you have to do was ask, and we will give you anything.” He sat back and stared at her. She shook her head. “You don't understand, Marcus. To me, Christmas is about giving something special to each person in my life. My paintings and writing are special to me. It's my haven, a place I can go to not be disturbed and just be myself. I'm not afraid I'm going to hurt anyone. There are no rules, nothing. The painting I was making was for your mother and father. It was going to take a little extra time to make since I wanted a bigger one to go in their new house. It would normally take me at least a week to do this, but I know exactly what I want to do. Now I don't have the time or the materials to do it. I don't want you buying them something. I want to do this all by myself. It's a gift from me to them to show them how important they have become to me.”

She got up and went to her trunk and pulled out Sandy's picture. She handed it to Marcus. “This took me three days to make and two days for it to dry. But it's from me, no one else.” She watched him flip the tarp that covered it and sucked in his breath. “My God, Annabelle, this is beautiful!” He ran his hand over the painting. “You did this in three days?” He handed the picture to Lance who glanced at it, then at her. She shrugged. “Growing up in the mountains with no one around, I was always lonely, so I painted. For me, it was a way to release my emotions. With brothers in the house, it was hard. Lately, with the demons, the babies, there is so much swirling around in me that I need to let the emotions out. Right now, painting is easing it.” She sighed and walked over to the painting she had been working on. She took it over to Marcus and sat on his lap, hissing from the lingering pain. “This is just the outline I finished for the picture. I was hoping to finish it today, so I could finish another I was working on.” Marcus sat up and glanced at the picture. “Tell you what. Why don't you finish the painting you were going to work on after you finished this one? I'll have one of the guards get you another canvas in town real quick. We have two hours after lunch. You can work on your painting then, but Annabelle, there will be no undressing in front of the guards.” Annabelle shook her head. “Do you really believe I would do that, Marcus? Ask them yourself. I even put this smock on for you two because I knew you would be mad if I was naked in front of them.” She took the painting back and went to get up, but he stopped her. “So you didn't strip your clothes off in front of them because you were mad at us?” Lance asked, frowning. “No, Lance, I wouldn't do that to them.” Marcus released her and she grabbed a pen, writing down the size of canvas she needed. “Here is the size I need, and a list of paint colors. If they could get those for me, I'd appreciate it.” She walked to the door and opened it. Marcus raised his eyebrow. “Are you dismissing us?” He stood and walked to her. She shrugged. “I can't work on your gift if you're in the room.”

* * * *

Marcus made his way down the stairs, furious with himself.

“Marcus?” Annabelle yelled from upstairs. He frowned and headed back upstairs.

“What's wrong?” He glanced around; nothing looked out of place. “Nothing. I had a question. Is it okay if I get dressed after I'm done painting? I didn't want you to get mad again.” He shook his head and sighed. “We'll be up here to get you, baby. And don't worry, we won't burst into the room again.” He kissed her cheek and turned to meet Lance once more on the stairs.

“Lance.”

“Don't even say it. Roses?” he asked, pulling out his cell phone. “Yeah, better make it at least six dozen. Two red, two white, and two yellow, and see if they can have them here within an hour. We can give them to her when we retrieve her from her studio.” He laughed. “Now I know why dad has accounts at the florist, jewelry store, and the local hotel.” Lance nodded. “Maybe it would be a wise thing for us to do too. I have a feeling we're going to need them a lot.” For the next hour and a half, Marcus and Lance checked the tunnels, but all the while he thought of his mate. She had a fire in her that set his blood boiling. When she had thrown that paint brush at him, he had wanted to flip her over that chair and bury his cock into her sweet ass. Stepping up to the studio door, he found a little note for them.
Marcus, Lance. I got done early so I'm in the shower downstairs. I kinda had an accident with the turpentine. Needless to say, I stink. Love ya’, Annabelle
Lance laughed and shook his head. “Why am I not surprised?” Marcus laughed as they turned around and headed for their room with flowers in hand. Soft Christmas music played as they opened the bedroom door to see Annabelle wrapped in a blanket before the fireplace, her guards at the door waiting. He nodded, indicating they could leave, and stepped into the room. The clothes she had worn earlier lay on the bed waiting for her. She glanced up and smiled at them, then looked at the flowers. “Are those for me?” she squealed and jumped out of the chair, running towards them. The blanket fell to the floor as she stood before them naked. “I've never gotten flowers before, and so many.” A knot formed in Marcus's throat when he saw the smile on her face. “It's our way to say we're sorry for earlier, for doubting you.” He put the flowers in her arms, as did Lance. She closed her eyes and smelled them. “Thank you, but you didn't have to do this.” Her big brown eyes met his, and he knew they had made the right choice. “Yes, we did. When we're wrong, we'll tell you and own up to it. Now, let's get you dressed. We have a guest coming for lunch. Do you want the flowers left up here or would you like them in your studio?” Lance asked, taking the flowers from her arms. “How about half in here and half upstairs? That way I can enjoy them in both places.” She reached up and kissed Lance. He nodded and opened the door to hand the flowers to the butler. “She wants half of them up here in the bedroom and half of them in her studio, please.” The butler nodded and left to get vases.

“Come into the bathroom, Annabelle. We need to take the butt plug out.” Marcus followed her into the bathroom. “Put your hands on the counter.” He reached down and slowly pulled out the plug. “Tonight you'll be ready for us. We have special plans for you. Did the canvas and the paints come?” He washed the plug and put it in the bathroom drawer with the other toys they had for her. He heard her gasp and knew she had seen the different dildos they had bought her. It was just a sample of their toys. “Oh, we have much more hidden all over the place for you.” “Marcus.” She gasped. “There isn't nothing to worry about, Annabelle. We like to play a lot.” He smiled and led her back into the room. “So, she saw some of the toys, hmm?” Lance purred as he wrapped the skirt around her waist and tied it. Marcus held up the blouse and she slipped her arms into it as Lance buttoned it. “We have a special lunch planned for today. You never answered my question. Did your canvas come?” She nodded, but he shook his head. “That's not an answer.” “Yes, and everything is perfect.” She gulped as they led her downstairs into the dining room. Marcus watched as she took in the change in furniture. He guided her to Brad, who stood in the back waiting.

“This is Brad. He will be serving us today. On special occasions, we have certain people who serve our needs. This afternoon, he'll be helping us get you ready for tonight.” “Marcus?” She gazed at Brad, then back at him. She jumped when she heard hard pounding on the outside door.

“Relax, baby.” Marcus guided her to the front parlor where Doug was talking to Lance. His slave stood behind him with her head lowered. Doug and Lance turned to them as they approached. “Annabelle, this is Doug, one of our best friends and a senior master at our dungeon. Behind him is his wife and slave, Chris.”