EroticReverie

Cherlynn Fox

I brush my teeth furiously, using mouth wash multiple times, spitting angrily into the sink. I look in the mirror, my lips tight as I scowl. You signed up for this. It could be worse, I tell myself. 

I grab a towel, wrapping it around myself and leave the bathroom and go to my room. I stop on the way to the closet seeing a dress laid out for me. It's nothing but a thin spaghetti strapped , white linen dress. There's a note by it. 

"Put this on....only this...and come down for dinner immediately." - Your Masters

My lip curls as I crumple up the note. I look at the dress, which isn't terrible, and is actually something I'd wear. So I decide to give them what they want, and let them play dress up with me. 

The top of the dress is a bit tight, making my breasts press against my chest, making my breasts touch and leaves my chest heaving at the top. The dress ends up being shorter than I thought, only coming right below my ass. 

I brush my hair, pulling it back into a ponytail and then head downstairs. 

I've yet to even be in the dining room, but I wander towards the back of the house taking a guess, and find them all waiting at the table. 

"you're late." my step brother Hunter says, setting down a glass of some type of amber liquid.

"How can I be late when I wasn't given a time? I came down as soon as I got dressed!" I argue. My hands curling into tiny fists. 

He narrows his eyes at me. 

"Be faster next time." he says. 

I fight the urge to roll my eyes and walk over to the seat left open, yanking out my chair. 

"YES...MASTER RONAN" I say bitterly, sitting in my chair. 

He quirks a brow, knowing I'm mocking the title. 

"Are we going to have a problem tonight Duchess?" He cocks his head, lifting his glass and taking another large sip of the amber liquid. 

"I don't believe so." I say, smoothing out the dress and notice his eyes on my chest, and I place my hands in my lap. 

I look at the other two then at the table. There's no food on it. 

"Am I supposed to get the food?" I ask. 

Zane smiles and shakes his head. 

"No, Carol will bring it out. She's the cook." Zane says. 

I nod. "Oh ok." I say and then look anywhere but at the three of them. 

"Did you enjoy your punishment?" Hunter asks, my eyes flicking back up. 

I look briefly at Zane and Maddox , both of them grinning. Then I look back to Hunter.

"why would I enjoy it, if it's a punishment?" I ask. 

Hunter's lips curl into a little smile. 

"Because we know what a little whore you are." he says and my brows pinch. 

It's typical of guys like them to call even girls they know are virgins, a whore. To them , all women are apparently. 

"I didn't enjoy it." I say flatly. 

Hunter scoffs. "You've always enjoyed it. So stop lying, or you won't eat. And you can go to bed with only their cum in your stomach." Hunter snarls. 

"I'm not lying. I don't like being forced to do things." I say, keeping his glare. 

"Well you're our Duchess now, so get fucking used to it." Hunter says. 

"I had three years of you letting your friends touch me, and degrade me. I'm pretty sure I'm used to it." I say in response.  "Doesn't mean I like it." 

He sucks his teeth and then lifts the glass to his mouth as an older woman, maybe only 50, who I assume is Carol brings out the food, setting it in the middle of the long table. Just like in the office room, the three of them sit on one side, and I sit across on the other side, directly across from Hunter. 

"Hell sweetheart, I'm Carol" she says, wiping her hands on her apron and reaching her hand out. I smile at her and shake her hand, and see some sort of pity in her eyes, which makes my cheeks flush. Carol probably thinks I'm a whore too. 

"Nice to meet you." I say kindly and give her a genuine smile and she nods and walks out of the room. 

"Give me your plate." Hunter says flatly, reaching over the table holding out his hand. 

I grab the plain white plate, with gold trim, and hand it over to him. He takes it, putting a scoop of mixed vegetables and a small portion of grilled chicken with some kind of cream sauce with sun dried tomatoes. He puts a roll of bread of my plate and passes it back to me. 

"Thank you." I say and he just grumbles as the rest of them fill their plates with double what I'm given. Which is fine, I'm not a big eater anyways, but it makes me want to slap them for being so controlling as to want to monitor how much I eat. Bunch of pricks. 

I wait till they are done serving themselves and watch as they start to eat. I don't touch mine, because I'm not sure if it's a test. I feel like a dog, waiting for it's command to eat. 

After a few bites, Zane looks up at me. 

"Why aren't you eating?" he asks. 

I blink and look down at my food and then up at him. 

"I wasn't given permission." I state. 

I see a slight smile come across his face. 

"Being allowed to sit at the table, is your permission." he nods to my plate. "Eat." 

I nod back at him and lift my hand to pick up my fork and quietly eat a few pieces of the vegetables, before starting to cut up my chicken. 

I don't look up , because it's silent, and fucking awkward, and I know they're all looking at me. 

"How was your day?" Hunter asks, stunning me. My fork pausing halfway to my mouth. I lower it, laying the bite of chicken back on my plate. 

"Me?" I ask looking up. 

"Yes Duchess...you." he says, as if I should be used to him giving a fuck about my day. 

"It was alright." I say. Chewing the inside of my lip. "How was your day?" I ask looking to all of them. 

"I got my cock sucked by this girl I knew in highschool." Zane says. My shoulders drop, realizing I was an idiot for thinking these pigs could have a normal conversation with me. 

"Me too." Maddox chuckles. 

My cheeks heat and my gaze goes to Hunter who has the hint of a smile on his face. 

"I did not get my cock sucked." he says. "But there's still time before bed." 

I swallow hard, losing my appetite. Hunter has never touched me, other than light grazes over my arm, teasing strokes along my sides. I knew this would be part of it, I knew being with him , was part of the deal. 

I take a sip of water, saying nothing. 

"May I be excused?" I ask. 

Zane lifts a brow. 

"You've barely eaten." he says. 

I look to Hunter when I answer Zane. 

"I've lost my appetite." I say. 

Zane chuckles and shrugs. "Up to those two I suppose, I don't care." 

"No." Hunter says. 

I heave a breath and sink into my chair placing my hands in my lap.

"You'll finish eating." Hunter says.

"I'm not hungry." I say calmly.

"Finish your god damn dinner Duchess." he pounds his fist on the table, making the plates and glassware rattle. I shiver and jump and reach for my fork, stabbing a piece of chicken and putting it in my mouth. 

I'm really not that hungry, but it's not that much food , so I force myself to finish what's on my plate, while the three of them eat their dinners. All of their eyes watching me as I sip my water. 

I don't ask to be excused again, I wait, patiently, twirling my thumbs in my lap. 

"Your tits look great in that dress." Zane says, then forks a piece of chicken into his mouth. 

"Thank you." I say, trying not to sound less than impressed with his version of a compliment.

"Take them out for me." Zane says.

My eyes widen. "What?"

I look towards the door to the dining room, what if Carol comes back in, and why at the dinner table?

"Your tits." Zane says.

"Take them out of your dress, and show them to me." he says slowly as if he's talking to a child. 

I look at the other two, both cocking their brows waiting for me to obey. 

I sigh , shaking my head and sit up, and reach behind me, and unzip the back of the dress slightly and then slip the straps down and pull the front of my dress down. 

"Mmm" Zane hums as he takes a sip of what I think is wine. 

"You know that your tits make my cock instantly hard Cherry?" Zane asks. 

I feel my nipples tightening under the air, under their stares. 

"I did not know that." I say flatly. 

"May I put my dress back on please?" I ask. 

"No." Maddox says. "I'm not done looking." 

My gaze goes to him and I sigh and lean back in my chair. 

"I bet Alec likes them." Hunter says. Making my eyes bulge slightly. 

"Don't be disgusting." I say to him. Even though yes, Alec, his father, my step father, does like them. He liked them when I was 15, and still likes them now. 

"You think I didn't notice the way he looked at you?" Hunter says. 

"Like father , like son." I say. 

His nostrils flare.

"Watch your mouth." Hunter snarls. 

"I never wanted you like that." he says, his lips curling in disgust as if I'm trash, something he wouldn't dare touch. 

"So you can tell lies, but I can't?" I challenge, narrowing my eyes. 

"Leave us." Hunter says. I wipe my sweaty palms on my dress as Hunter keeps his eyes on me, Zane and Maddox leaving the room. Leaving me with Hunter.