STORY 1: RUINED BY THE MEN WHO OWN ME

Chapter 1 

I was already in the kitchen when they came in.

Cassian first, keys still in his hand. Then Julian. Rhys last, shirt stuck to his back from his run. I hadn’t expected all three of them at once. I was standing there in the smallest shorts I owned and a crop top that barely covered my tits, no bra, nipples already tight against the thin fabric. The second they looked at me I felt it — that low, heavy pulse between my legs. I was already getting wet and they hadn’t even said anything yet.

Cassian’s eyes dropped to my chest, then lower.

“Happy birthday, Sienna.”

He walked over and kissed my forehead. Soft. Careful. The kind of kiss that was supposed to feel safe. Instead my stomach flipped and I felt a fresh rush of wetness soak into my shorts. My clit throbbed once, hard.

“Twenty-two,” he said. “Coffee’s ready.”

He turned back to the machine like nothing had happened. The smell of coffee filled the kitchen. Ordinary. Normal. I was already sticky between my thighs.

Julian came up next with that half-smile he always wore when he was about to say something dangerous.

“My turn, princess.”

He kissed my cheek, closer to my mouth than he needed to. I caught the scent of his cologne and another wave of heat slid straight down to my pussy. I felt myself get even wetter.

“Happy birthday, little one. Those shorts are doing the most.”

Rhys didn’t kiss me. He just reached out and ruffled my hair like I was still twelve, his big hand rough on top of my head.

“Happy birthday, baby.”

I pushed his hand off. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

“Call me baby. I’m not a kid.”

He looked at me for a second, something unreadable in his face. “You turned twenty-two. You’re still our baby.”

“I’m a woman.”

Julian let out a quiet laugh. “Yeah. We noticed.”

My face went hot. I could feel the shorts getting damp, the fabric starting to stick to me. I turned to the counter mostly so I wouldn’t have to look at them. Cassian handed me a mug. Our fingers touched for half a second and I felt it all the way down to my clit. A small, humiliating pulse of wetness followed.

I sat on one of the stools and crossed my legs. It didn’t help. The wet fabric rubbed against me every time I shifted. I was already slick enough that I could feel it when I moved.

Cassian started cracking eggs into a pan. The sound was so normal it felt wrong. Rhys grabbed a glass of water and leaned against the counter across from me, watching. Julian stayed near the island, scrolling on his phone but not really looking at it.

No one said anything for a while.

I tried to drink the coffee. My hands weren’t completely steady. Every time one of them moved I felt it in my body. Cassian’s forearms flexing as he cooked. The way Rhys’s shirt clung to his chest. Julian’s eyes flicking to my legs and staying there a second too long.

I couldn’t stop the thoughts.

Cassian bending me over this same counter, one hand on the back of my neck, telling me in that calm voice to stay quiet while he pushed his cock into me.  

Julian’s fingers in my hair, calling me princess while he fucked my throat until my eyes watered.  

Rhys holding my hips still and saying “good girl” while he stretched me open and watched every inch disappear.

My pussy clenched hard. I pressed my thighs together and felt how soaked I already was. The shorts were sticking to me now. I was dripping and they were just standing there making breakfast like it was any other day.

Julian spoke first, still looking at his phone.

“You’re quiet today.”

“I’m fine.”

“You sure? You look distracted.”

I didn’t answer. I just stared at the steam coming off my coffee. Another slow pulse of wetness spread between my legs.

Rhys set his glass down. The sound was loud in the quiet kitchen.

“You’ve been leaving your door open a lot.”

“It’s been hot.”

“Not that hot.”

Cassian flipped the eggs. He didn’t turn around right away. When he did, he rested both hands on the island and looked at me properly. His eyes went to my nipples, hard and obvious under the crop top, then down to where my shorts were visibly damp between my clenched thighs.

“You’ve been walking around like this for weeks,” he said. His voice was calm. Almost gentle. “Half-dressed. Door open. Looking at us like you’re waiting for something. We’re supposed to be looking after you, Sienna. You’re making that very difficult.”

Heat flooded my face and went straight down. I shifted on the stool and the wet fabric dragged over my clit. A tiny, needy sound almost escaped. I was so wet it was starting to feel obvious.

Julian’s eyes lifted. He saw it.

“Careful, princess,” he said softly. “You keep sitting there like that and somebody’s going to forget we’re supposed to be good.”

Rhys didn’t smile. He just watched me.

“We see it. How wet you get when we look at you. You think we don’t notice?”

I stared at the plate Cassian set in front of me. Eggs. Toast. Perfectly normal. My heart was slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat. The shorts were soaked now. I could feel my own wetness every time I moved, warm and slick against my skin. Part of me wanted to get up and leave. The bigger part of me wanted to stay right there and see what they would do if I pushed a little more.

Cassian’s voice dropped.

“You’re twenty-two now. You’re not a child. We know that. But if you keep pushing… we’re not going to keep pretending the only thing we want is to protect you.”

I didn’t say anything.

I just sat there with my legs pressed together, pulse hammering between my thighs, shorts damp and sticking to me, and for the first time I hoped they meant it.

None of them looked away.

And I didn’t want them to.