Gideon drove us to Callan's place, which I guessed was where we would be tonight. It would've made more sense if we were at Gideon's, seeing as he had the most space. Though, Callan's place wasn't small by any means.

I was jittery throughout the entire car ride, my mind running crazy with thoughts of how this night could go. Three men and little ol' me. Three big, strong dominants and one single submissive. It was bound to be a night I wouldn't forget any time soon.

He parked in Callan's garage and had a keycard for the elevators. We stayed silent on the ride up; the only sounds were the elevator and my rapidly beating heart.

The doors opened to a lit entry, and Gideon directed me down the hall, through the living room, and to the kitchen. Both Callan and Mateo sat at the kitchen table, the food on their plates completely untouched. At the sound of our footsteps, they turned towards us , and their eyes drank me in like I was something they hadn't seen in a lifetime. The attention made me blush, and I knew there was more blushing to be expected later on.

"There you are. We figured you guys would be hungry," Mateo said brightly. He was dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt that hugged his form, showcasing his broad shoulders and narrow waist. He had dark circles under his eyes, either from being awake at this time, or he hadn't been sleeping well lately.

My heart squeezed as I took him in and how exhausted he looked. I was worried about him; he shouldn't be here right now. He should be asleep.

I remembered the phone call Callan had with Mateo and how Mateo had to reschedule our group night. I wondered if the shadows under his eyes were because of whatever reason he wasn't available yesterday.

"We ordered pizza. Mateo told me how you liked the one at Carlos's," Callan informed, bringing my attention to him. He wore his usual white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I might have drooled while looking at his forearms–they were so veiny.

"Thank you. I'm starving," I said, beyond happy to get some food. I was sure I would need every bit of energy for later tonight...or was it morning? I found it crazy that the guys were awake at all, or maybe not so much Callan and Gideon. They both worked late.

Making my way to the kitchen sink, I washed my hands thoroughly with soap and dried them on a paper towel. Gideon washed his after I was done.

Mateo patted the chair next to his, and I smiled as I made my way over. Gideon took the seat opposite me, with Callan to his right.

I inhaled the smell of glorious margarita pizza. Someone had already served me a couple of slices. Yummy.

"How was work?" Mateo asked us before taking a bite of his pizza. His jaw clenched as he chewed. Damn, even looking tired, he was still ridiculously handsome.

"Good," I answered and looked at Gideon, letting him fill in on us working together. He didn't. Instead, he started eating as if he hadn't been asked a question–correction, two questions if the one in my eyes counted.

Huh, maybe he would talk to them about it later.

We talked casually throughout our late dinner and enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere in the room. Mateo's hand found my thigh as he asked me about my night with Gideon. I'd stammered through the conversation, feeling hungry eyes on me from the guys and the hand on my thigh started to burn with the desires swirling inside me.

The mood turned lustful, making the room heat up with it. Callan rose from his chair, his gaze focused on me.

"Follow me," was all he said as he walked out of the kitchen and down the hall. I didn't hesitate as I trailed behind him. Mateo and Gideon stayed put.

I was led to Callan's bedroom, where I'd spent the night not too long ago. The room was bathed in light, and I couldn't help but look at the massive bed. It was big enough to fit four people...even if three of them were grown men.

Callan saw me looking, and his eyes grew hooded and dark. "Brush your teeth, braid your hair, and undress. I'll come back soon," he said.

He left me in his room, and I tried to avoid letting my mind overthink as I followed his order. If I did that, my nerves would become even more wrecked than they were now.

Brushing my teeth first, I stripped and folded my work clothes on a chair he had in his bedroom. I did a French braid, making sure my hair would be out of the way.

My heart was pounding as I waited for one of my dominants. I think they enjoyed letting me wait, making me more nervous with each minute that went before they came.

Finally, I heard footsteps coming in my direction. I was standing in the middle of the room, unsure and wringing my hands unconsciously.

Callan's eyes swept over me in a hot wave, taking in my every curve. "We're going to take the butt plug out now. I'll give you privacy afterward, but I'm going to have to come back again so we can wash that ass of yours and make you ready for me." Callan's words made my whole body flush with embarrassment, but I didn't object to it. Truthfully, I was just grateful I'd be alone to use the bathroom.

"Yes, Sir," I said shakily and followed him back to the bathroom. He made me bend over the counter, so the toy was easily accessible to him.

My cheeks heated as I felt him tap the toy a few times before taking it out as gently as he could. I felt strangely empty without it. I'd gotten used to being filled, having gone my whole shift with it in me.

I had my eyes closed the entire time and happy he hadn't made me watch from the mirror in front of me. I didn't know if I could've done that even if he'd commanded me to. Clearly, ass play was still taboo to me. Even though I wanted it, it still made me flustered and ashamed. This was something that would take some time getting over.

"Good girl," Callan praised. I turned around to see his hands were empty; I didn't know where he'd put it–or thrown it– and I didn't really care to know.

He washed his hands and gave me the privacy he'd promised me, which I didn't take for granted. I wanted to pretend I wasn't done when he got back, just to postpone doing the next task. Washing my ass...yup, I really wasn't ready for that.

When he knocked on the door, I didn't give in to my own desires to lie. I figured it was best to get it done as fast as possible. Fuck, I was mortified, and we hadn't even begun.

Callan walked in with a huge plastic cup of what seemed to be water in one hand and a terrifying-looking object in the other. I mean...the thing didn't look like a torture device, it was only a rubber bulb, but I knew where the tip of that was going, and I was not ready for it–at least not mentally.

Seeing my fear, he was fast to comfort me. "We'll be quick, and it'll be painless, I assure you." He placed the cup on the counter and showed the anal douche to me. "See this tip? It's smaller than the plug you've had in all day." He gave it to me to inspect it after giving me instructions not to squeeze the bulb, seeing as it was filled with liquid.

"You only have to do it twice, and then you're done. It's nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be embarrassed over either," Callan told me in a calm voice like we were talking about something as mundane as the weather. I just had to take his word for it because my body didn't believe him right now.

When he could still see the apprehension in my eyes, he switched to another tactic. "Stand by the toilet with your right leg on the stool," Callan ordered me sternly. The tone in his voice brooked no argument.

I hadn't noticed the stool until now, and when I thought about it, I didn't believe it had been here the last time I spent the night. Had he brought it here for this purpose alone?

My body moved before I even registered it, reacting to his command as if my body was a puppet and he was the puppeteer pulling my strings.

"Just like that," he affirmed, standing close behind me. I heard a bottle being opened and felt liquid dripping down onto my asshole. I tensed slightly. "It's only lube," Callan explained. Feeling a wet finger prod at my hole, I tensed again but relaxed when I felt only a pleasant tingling sensation.

It went in smoothly, and he made comments about how good I was. The finger left me shortly before the tip of what I guessed was the bulb pushed slowly inside. It was bigger than his finger, but having been stretched by the butt plug, it didn't hurt.

The feeling of something being pushed inside was still alien, so no matter how painless it was, I still struggled to loosen the muscles around it.

Callan took his time getting it fully inside, and I tried breathing through it as I felt liquid filling my rectum. The water was a little bit cool, but not by much. "That's it, just relax," he cooed.

"I'm going to take it out now, but I want you to hold the water in for me until I say otherwise." Once again, there was no give in his tone. He slid the tip out just as slowly.

The urge to push all the liquid out was so intense; I almost ignored the command not to relieve myself. To be quite honest, it felt like I had the biggest shit that needed to come out. Yuck.

My face was probably bright red by now, but a bit of the mortification had eased. Callan was so unfazed by this whole thing that his calmness spilled over to me.

I took my feet down from the stool carefully as if any rash movement would make me spill the water. I tried to keep my breathing controlled, and I found myself counting in my head to focus on something other than the feeling in my ass.

After a minute or so, he finally let me use the toilet. Callan didn't give me privacy this time, and my skin burned because of it. I tried telling myself that he'd probably done this with lots of other women, and it helped–kind of. Instead of embarrassment, I felt jealousy grip me at the thought. I didn't like thinking about him, and the other two, with anyone else.

Callan made me do the whole procedure once more, and I could've passed out just from the immense joy I felt being done with it.

"There, now that ass of yours is all clean and ready for me," Callan said in a husky voice. "I can't wait to be the first to fuck you there," he whispered in my ear and slapped my bum. My body shuddered with the possessiveness I'd heard in his voice.

I thought I would be scared by the thought of having anal sex for the first time, but I trusted Callan. I knew he would make it feel good for me.

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