Plus Us: A Valentine Novella (A Poly Love Story)

WarningThis book is not intended for anyone under the age of legal adulthood. By continuing, you agree that you are 18+ and accept that you will be exposed to the detailed and graphic sexual content that is included.This content includes, and is not limited to: Bondage, Knife Play, Pain Play, Wax Play, Torture, Group Sex and Voyeurism.This is a work of fiction and should not be used as a resource for sexual education. The scenes in this book are not realistic expectations and should not be taken as such.Please continue at your own risk... Plus Us—TANON Copyright © 2023 Tanon TalesAll rights reservedThe characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. For the girls with options and the girls who own their kinks. Get yours, Sis Contents WarningTitle PageCopyrightDedicationChapter 1 Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4 Chapter 5Chapter 6Chapter 7Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10Chapter 11 Chapter 12 AcknowledgementThank You! Chapter 1 Visit FileDB.io for more free booksComing Home"And one and two and slide your heel across the floor. Pop that booty and keep that smile." Dillion instructed her dancers while demonstrating the steps they had just learned. She smiled as some of them perfectly replicated the moves and others were just about there as well. "Good! Alright, now let's do it one more time and then we'll add it to the rest of the routine." She turned her head to the large speakers to catch the beat again and counted with her fingers. "And one... two. One, two... here we g—" She stopped once she heard the front door pop open and stared at the white man who seemed just as confused as she was. Grabbing her remote, she paused the music. "Can I help you?" "Uh, yeah," The man started. He pulled out a slip from his back pocket and read over it. "Dilleyon?" He struggled. "Dilleyon Miller?" "Dillion." She chuckled. It wasn't the first time someone had butchered her name. That extra 'I' easily made everyone second guess themselves, but Azariah wanted her daughter to be different than the other Dylan's of the world. To this day, she hadn't met anyone with the same spelling, so she did feel unique. "Dillion," he repeated with a sympathetic look on his face. "Sorry." "Don't worry about it, but you're about to be apologizing to these gorgeous ladies if you don't tell me what you need." She giggled when the girls turned to give him a 'hurry up' look. Time was ticking and their session was almost over. "My bad, ladies," He held up his hands. "I have a delivery for you. It's a bunch of them, so if you tell me where you want them, I'll let you get back to it." Dillion squinted. She couldn't remember purchasing anything for the studio, but it also wouldn't be the first time that she forgot about ordering something online. "Just line 'em up over there." She pointed to the far corner near her desk, before the man disappeared. After checking her watch, she turned the music back up. "Alright ladies. From the top. 5.. 6.. 5, 6, 7, 8.." She counted before they worked one hand around their poles and did a quick spin. Stomping down one foot, they rested the pole between their shoulder blades as they dropped lower and rotated their hips in the air. Once their bottoms touched the floor, they rolled away from the pole, flipped over one shoulder and laid flat on their bellies. Banging one fist to the beat, they raised their asses to the same rhythm before sliding up to an all fours position. Hearing the door pop open again, Dillion noticed the large bouquet of roses in the delivery man’s hands and she paused to admire them. Realizing the girls were also lost in the amazing arrangement, she didn't bother to jump back into the routine. Before she could take a step, another man entered the studio with a bouquet of sunflowers. Followed by another man with lilies and another with tulips and another with orchids. The girls all gushed as each bouquet filled the desk and Dillion was beaming. By the time the men stopped, the beautiful aroma was already taking over the space. "I just need your signature here." The original delivery man smiled as he held out his scanner. Dillion was still smiling from ear to ear as she scribbled gibberish across the screen and walked over to get a better view of the flowers. Her dancers followed behind her to get a close up as well. "Sooo pretty! I want those sunflowers!""Oh my God! Can I have one of these?!""I wish my man would get me some flowers instead of giving me headaches!""If you're not gonna continue the class, can you at least read the card?!""Yes! Read the card! Please!"Dillion laughed at their responses but did wonder if there was a card. Since the roses were the first to come inside, she checked them and quickly picked the paper out of the middle. Flipping it around, she gave the girls a flirty face before she skimmed over it. Her eyes softened, widened and then she pouted. She felt her eyes starting to mist, so she used the card to fan her face. "What's it say?" One of the girls called out. "Five amazing bouquets for the five amazing months that I've had the privilege of calling you mine." Dillion was practically floating as she read it. She decided to skip over a few sentences that weren't work appropriate and finished the rest of the card. "Counting down the days until you're officially home and where you belong. I can't wait to be your permanent roommate. I love you, baby.