Enigma

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Enid had always loved puzzles.

Each Christmas there was always a new one under the tree, waiting for her to solve it.

Ordered from all over the world, Enid had solved hundreds of puzzles by the time she was ten.

Her father would say it was a sign of her genius.

But she just thought it was fun.

The answers just came easily to her.

That's why she was so worried about the situation she found herself in.

For the first time in her life, she could not understand the puzzle before her.

The three pieces of it surrounding her, confusing her.

Each an enigma in his own right.

She did not understand the men around her.

What they wanted from her, who they really were, why she felt so strongly toward them.

Arms tightening around her waist drew her from her thoughts.

"Okay, darling. I think it's time we explain some things." Dr. Easton said, glancing at the two other men.

They had arrived home just a few minutes ago, entering Dr. Easton's office to find Enid curled on his lap, half-asleep.

Now she sat facing them, still in his lap with his strong arms banded around her middle.

Dr. Drewitt had settled into the armchair across from them while Dr. Romano sunk into the couch to their right.

Each of them within in arm's reach of where she sat.

Her face stained scarlet as their dark gazes took in the image of her sitting on her professor's lap.

Her pink slip almost too provocative.

She shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the attention of the three intimidating men.

"Enid, what did I say about moving around?" He spoke through gritted teeth, the hard thing beneath her twitching.

"I think she wants to come sit in my lap. Isn't that right, little bird?" Dr. Romano smirked, holding his arms out toward her.

His green eyes dark and full of invitation.

"I-" her embarrassed murmur was cut off by Dr. Drewitt's low chuckle.

"No, I think she wants to sit on mine." His voice deep and sweet like honey.

Dr. Easton's arms tightened around her, pulling her further into him as he glared.

Enid stared at the three men with wide eyes.

The puzzle just seemed to keep getting harder.

"What's going on?" She finally found her voice, though it wavered as she spoke.

With a slight push, she escaped from his muscular grasp and stood at the center of their makeshift triangle.

The three men exchanged glances and she wondered if they could speak telepathically.

Dr. Drewitt sighed, raking a hand through his golden curls.

A strained look on his aristocratic face.

"The three of us met when we were very young and quickly became inseparable," he explained carefully, "We knew everything about each other. And we knew that one day a very special girl would come into our world and change our lives forever."

Enid's brows furrowed as she listened.

"We've waited decades for her. For our little girl who was custom made for us. The center of our universe and the reason for our being." Dr. Romano's brogue voice drawing her attention to him.

"You see, we are very dominant men, Enid. We desire a great deal of control. So, we knew our relationship would be a little different." Dr. Easton continued, her small body shifting to focus on him.

"We each took up positions at the university a few years ago in hopes of finding her. And we finally have." Dr. Drewitt stood from his chair, his muscular chest brushing against her silk-clad one.

Glancing up at him, she found his brown eyes so dark they reflected her image.

A hand brushing her hair from her shoulder brought her eyes to Dr. Romano who now stood by her side.

"We finally found you, little bird." His voice husky and thick.

Dr. Easton stood on her other side, effectively caging her in from all sides.

An infinitesimal shiver of fear ran down her spine.

"Found me?" Her voice as small as she felt.

Her heart knocking against her ribs so hard she feared it would break loose.

"Yes, darling. You were made for us." Dr. Easton spoke, his deep voice near to her ear.

"But... I-I'm your student." She stuttered.

Her blue green eyes wide with confusion.

"Yes, indeed you are. You are ours in every way, little one." Dr. Romano's hand gripped the protrusion of her hip.

"I still don't understand." Enid's voice cracking as she fought the anxiety crawling up her throat.

"Maybe we need to show her." Dr. Drewitt spoke, a lilt in his voice she had never heard.

His eyes hungry as he glanced at the other men over her head.

Some agreement must have been made as Dr. Romano's hand was suddenly not the only one on her body.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist as another pulled her hair up, exposing her neck.

Dr. Drewitt's hands came up to cup her face, his thumbs brushing across her cheekbones.

He stared down at her in adoration and something she was now starting to recognize.

Lust.

"I've been wanting to do this since the moment I saw you." His minty breath brushing across her face.

And then suddenly he was leaning down toward her.

Enid had often wondered what her first kiss would be like.

Her books had told her there would be fireworks or birds singing or angels clapping from the heavens.

It was better than that.

His mouth was hot and gentle against hers, his lips soft and firm.

He inhaled her gasp as she felt another set of lips attach to her right shoulder.

Kissing along the freckles dusted there.

And then another pair on the other side of her neck, just below her ear.

All logic left her mind.

All that was left was hands and lips and warmth.

The new sensations twisted in the chasm of her heart and a strange feeling began to build in the apex of her thighs.

Her hands lifted, coming to rest on his shoulders.

His lips worshiped hers until she was practically panting for air.

She tried to remember to breathe through her nose.

The lips on her shoulder dipped lower and suddenly a hand was grasping the swell of her breast.

Her lips parted in surprise and Dr. Drewitt's silky tongue slipped inside.

The pressure between her legs increased and she subconsciously rubbed them together to try to ease the feeling.

Fingers brushed her thigh where her slip ended, the metal of rings cool on her heated skin.

Her tongue tangled with her professor's as the fingers drew her slip higher and higher, up to where her panties began.

"Enid," Dr. Easton whispered, his voice the darkest she had heard it, "I'm going to touch you. Is that okay?"

So caught up in the haze of sensations, all she could do was nod.

Touch.

Touch was good. Very, very good.

The hand grasping her breast continued its maddening massage, her nipples pebbling under the silk.

The lips at her neck marking her over and over again.

Nipping at her lip distracted her as she felt Dr. Easton's hand cup her untouched mound.

Slowly, he began to rub circles through the cotton material.

Her breathing hitched further, and her hips shifted backward, trying to increase the tempo of the movements.

Something she did not recognize within herself had blossomed.

And it was demanding more.

Her wordless request was answered as the pressure in her sacred area increased, the fingers rubbing quickly against her.

Enid's legs shook and she was grateful as Dr. Drewitt's arms dropped to wrap around her waist.

He was practically holding her up.

His assault on her mouth had not stopped, his tongue exploring each inch of her mouth.

She had no idea if she was kissing correctly, but she followed his lead as best as she could.

The tortuous feeling inside her grew stronger and stronger.

Something was building and it was coming quick.

She felt the lips leave her neck as the strap of her slip was pulled down.

Cool air meeting her heated skin as her breast was exposed.

And then Dr. Romano's hot mouth was on her sensitive skin.

The sensation pushed her over the edge and suddenly she was tumbling.

Shivers ran along her skin as a dam burst inside her.

Her legs gave out completely, arms pulling her onto a lap as she rode out the high.

Each of her limbs shook in slight spasms, her lungs gasping for air.

Soft noises leaving her bruised lips as her world came undone.

She had never felt anything so explosive.

For a few moments, her eyes remained shut.

When they fluttered open, she found the three immortals staring at her as though with worship.

Her skin flushed with pleasure and eyes glazed with contentment.

Raucous curls tumbling over her marked skin.

"That's what I meant when I said you're ours, little one. Only we can make you feel like that. We own you. Every inch of you. And you own us. All three of us. Forever." Dr. Romano murmured in her ear, his hands drawing comforting circles on her thigh.

Enid's mind was blank but for two words.

Theirs. Forever.

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All my love, Sappho ♡