Confined with the CEO and the Bodyguard

start to turn away, intent on retrieving my clothes and restoring some dignity before I make my admittedly sulky exit.
“Hey,” she says, sitting up. My cum is already drying on her body. It cracks in places and drips goopily from others. “I expect reciprocity next time.”
I can’t conceal my grin. My ego is all too pleased to know that I’m still wanted. “Oh, do you now? We have unfinished business, Ms. Banes.”
“Otherwise, I won’t be deep-throating you again. You can watch me suck Dakota’s dick, but you’ll be left out.” She says it like a threat and a promise. Sadie is playing the brat. Suddenly, I understand my role in this trio. I’m the stern daddy who’s going to keep her in line. Apparently, Sadie has a daddy fetish.
I shrug into my shirt and start working the buttons. “You’re going to get a spanking if you keep that up.”
“Is that a promise?” Sadie rolls over to stick out her tiny ass. It’s cute and heart-shaped. My palm itches to smack the sass out of her. She wiggles it back and forth. Dakota is laughing. He likes her—and it’s clear how much Sadie likes him, too. She just has a few things she needs to work out, first.
At least, I hope that’s all it is. I’m not one to get emotionally involved. I can sit back and analyze their budding relationship while still getting my physical needs met. Being old has its advantages, I guess. My back is killing me, so for now, all I do is wink at her over my shoulder. “Next time, sugar tits. Next time.”
Right after I finish icing my back.

7
Sadie
When Beau is gone, I feel suddenly shy.
I want Dakota to...no, I don’t dare hope for that. I’ve given up on boyfriends permanently. I’d make an exception for Dakota though. Looking into his warm brown eyes, the color of desert nights, fills my wary heart with hope. He makes me think about the future with longing instead of dread.
It’s such a relief that he’s so much at ease in sharing my body with Beau. That could have been horribly awkward, but instead, we’re comfortable as we contemplate the magnitude of what we’ve just done.
“So, you like this? Two men?” he asks.
“Is that a real question?” I ask. “I have to admit I have a—”
I break off and debate how much to tell him about my past. Would he want to be with me if he knew I’d been a stripper? That this isn’t my first threesome? I’ve slept with women as well as with men. I mostly prefer men. But when I’ve tried to be honest about my history, I don’t usually get a positive reaction.
For example, my one serious boyfriend in college, who dumped me for earning my share of the rent and bills by stripping. All he did was reinforce my fear that anything to do with sex was shameful and deserving of punishment, so I never opened up to anyone again. See why dating got complicated?
But Dakota looks at me with a soft kindness that makes me feel safe enough to confide.
“I have a past,” I say. I swallow hard. “It’s messy. Some people think I should be ashamed of the things I’ve done. That I deserve to be punished for them. I’ve internalized that a bit.” A bit? I am still lying to myself. “I am very open to new sexual experiences, and yes, I enjoy having two men.”
He searches my face with a question in his eyes. “Could you be content with one man?”
“I could be very happy with one man, if he’s the right man,” I assure him. Then we are kissing again, softly, without urgency.
In truth, I’d rather be with one man. I just don’t trust that any man worth having will only want me. It’s hard to believe that when you’ve been shunted between families, and thrown out for making a mistake. Granted, it was a major mistake, but I don’t think any seventeen-year-old deserves to lose her home just because she showed her titties on the internet.
Dakota is the kindest person I’ve ever met. If he wants me to fuck his friend, I’ll keep doing it. I have my own reasons for wanting Beau—and I know how lucky I am to have both men, just like I fantasized. But deep down, it’s the man I’m kissing that I really want.
“What if I asked you to be exclusive?” I whisper, hoping to hear the word yes even though I know I’m not ready for that yet.
Dakota chuckles and breaks eye contact. “Seems a little late for that now. It’s just us out here. Nobody cares what we do together. Let’s not make things awkward, since we don’t know how long this lockdown will last.”
Everything he says makes perfect sense. I relax into his arms and ignore the little feeling of discontent. I have what I wanted—two men. I never thought it would actually come true. But now I find myself wishing for something different. Deeper and permanent. I’m terrified to think that I may have already screwed things up.
Dakota’s skin is velvety over hard muscles. I will be sore tomorrow in places I didn’t know existed. He is hard. I am ready again, hungry for his touch, arching into it. I stroke my palm down the ridges of his abdomen and sigh. I’ll do anything to keep him.
Anything.
It scares the hell out of me.
I squeeze his cock. “Yeah, baby,” he groans in my ear. I pull him on top of me. I’m on birth control—there’s no chance that I’ll get pregnant. I couldn’t afford to have a baby even if I wanted one, which I’m on the fence about.
All I need right now is Dakota’s cock as far inside me as it’ll go, as though I can keep him close to me. He fills the hollow part of me that aches to be loved. If this has to be temporary, I intend to squeeze every moment of