by Anna Ambrose
When she’d quietly asked Rylan what the stuff was for, he’d only scoffed like she was an idiot before saying, “Table to restrain someone’s arms and legs, wedges for better positioning, and the toy cabinet, where all the fetish stuff is kept.”
Even though she’d wanted to ask, she’d swallowed her question about what “fetish stuff” meant. She didn’t want to give him more reasons to think she didn’t belong here.
After he’d went back to the living room, her following like an ignored shadow, he started the radio, something with booming bass, a man rapping about backing an ass up. The beat traveled through her. She could feel it throughout her body. It only added to the unreal apprehension and nerves that tangled her up as she slipped out of her jacket, hanging it on a hook he grudgingly pointed out to her after telling her to leave her shoes there, too. He’d kicked his off as well.
When the front door opened, a crowd piled in. The girls were beautiful and barely dressed, the guys loud, joking, and in sweats or jeans. Nobody seemed nervous or ill at ease, and there were about nine total, not counting her and Ry. They all slipped out of their shoes and jackets in the same spot like it was the natural thing to do.
Rylan greeted everyone, fist bumped a few, and kissed one girl’s cheek. A blonde hooked her hand around the back of his neck, pulling his head down and sliding her tongue in his mouth. He yanked her hard against him, slanted his lips over hers, and returned it.
Lucy could actually see his tongue tangle with the blonde’s. The pit in her stomach widened. Why had she come here? She couldn’t…
Breaking away, Ry slapped the blonde on her butt and laughed. He turned to Lucy, that closed-off expression back. Introducing her as just Lucy, he told everyone it was her first night and she was with him. Not even looking at her now, he bantered with the other guys about breaking her in like she meant nothing to him.
She stood silently, twisting her hands. It wasn’t long before everyone stopped talking and started pairing off. Fascinated, Lucy watched as clothes began coming off. Two girls made out in the corner, mouths glued, the shorter one yanking down the top of the other’s halter to bare her breast. When the girl pulled her mouth away to latch it over the firm peak she’d revealed, Lucy’s stomach dipped as she imagined being in that position. It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling—quite the opposite, actually.
One of the guys started messing with the TV. When it flicked on, Lucy stared. He’d started a porn video, the “Gang Bang” caption at the top of the screen aptly describing the scene. Lucy blanched, watching the girl in the video get it in every hole by three different guys, while another came all over her.
“Who wants to reenact that scene with me?” the guy called hopefully.
A brunette’s enthusiastic, “Me!” sent a slow grin over his face. He chin-dipped two other guys, and they converged on the girl. One bent, nuzzling into her stomach before throwing her over his shoulder. She squealed, the hooting guys taking her and disappearing through the door-less entry into a bedroom.
Ry sidled up to Lucy, voice low, almost tender. “You should see your face. If you can’t even watch it on the screen without turning white, how you gonna do it? You can still back out. Last chance.”
Lucy didn’t answer, just held his gaze for a moment before deliberately striding to the entry to the bedroom the others had went through. Leaning against the wood, she folded her arms over her chest, trying to look at ease, even though she was anything but. The girl was already naked, the guys in various states of undress. They all seemed so comfortable, talking, hands everywhere. The girl stood, her hand on an impressive erection, while another guy had his face buried between her legs. Soon, she was eased to her hands and knees, her glittering gaze focusing on Lucy.
Breath brushed over Lucy’s neck, and Ry whispered, “Enjoying the view?”
She jerked, but his hands settled on her hips, holding her in place.
“Sylvia loves double-penetration. She’s such a good fuck. One of my favorites.” He emphasized one of, and she didn’t miss the hard edge to his tone.
Lucy winced, thankful he couldn’t see her face. Trying to sound unaffected, she murmured, “I can see why.”
He tugged her away. “Come on. I invited a few to the other bedroom. Remember what I said, Lucy. You have to obey me. No matter what.”
Heart in her throat, Lucy managed a strangled, “I know,” and followed. She didn’t allow her gaze to travel from him. Her heart was beating so fast and hard it was all she heard, thrumming in her ears louder than the music. She couldn’t believe she was here, that she was doing this. It hadn’t felt real until now. She had the urge to flee. It almost overwhelmed her, but she tamped it down, determined to see this through.
Chapter 3
Rylan pulled her into the room, then spun her to where her back was to his front, his arm across her middle to hold her in place. She darted a shy glance at the people already inside, mortified. All three studied her as if she were a specimen in a zoo, and the hungry looks in their eyes said they were going to enjoy the display.
She quickly scanned the two guys and one girl, noting their casual attire and bare feet. The girl wore a sleeveless silk sheath that barely grazed her thighs, and the men were bare-chested in loose sweatpants. The guys were darkness and light personified, seeming to tower over the petite brunette who had wild curls and curves to die for, though the tanned one was taller, more muscular, and broader than the other’s lean, athletic build.
Like the difference between a linebacker and a professional swimmer, Lucy thought faintly. Once they seated themselves on one of the two beds in the room, the girl winked at her. Lucy quickly looked away, nervously pushing her hair behind her ears.
Ry held her to him, making quick work of introductions. “Lucy, this is Liam and Becca. They’re a couple, but they enjoy the swap. Becca is your age. Liam is twenty. That dark-haired fuck over there is Xander. He’s twenty-one. Guys, this is Lucy, and it’s her very first time doing something like this. Let’s make it memorable,” he said with a dark chuckle that sent chills down her spine.
When Liam grinned at her, Lucy dropped her head in embarrassment, not sure if she wanted to put a stop to this or see it through. A couple? God, how could she let someone else’s boyfriend touch her? Wouldn’t Becca get mad?
But Rylan didn’t give her a chance to change her mind or protest. With no preamble, he used the hand not holding her to shove up the clingy top she wore, baring her breasts to the audience. Her breath hitched at the sight of his tanned hand splayed against her white skin, the contrast oddly erotic.
She was suddenly glad she hadn’t worn a bra, but the nerves running through her had her shaking like a leaf. Everyone was staring at her, she could feel it, and she felt like she might pass out. She couldn’t even concentrate on the fact that Ry was finally touching her, her breath coming in pants as she tried to breathe through the panic.
Rylan lightly stroked one of her small, firm breasts, circling her nipple before pinching it tightly. She gasped, all thoughts scattering when the pain processed, eyes flying up at the noises of approval from across the room. A blazing blush lit her face, but she didn’t hide from the stares. The throbbing in her nipple had grounded her somehow, and she guardedly took in the scene.
If the others’ expressions were any indication, the sight of her and Rylan was more than welcome. Xander’s eyes were lasered onto her breasts. With fierce concentration, he followed the movement of the strong hand that still tugged on her nipple. He said something, but it was too low for Lucy to make out over her still-thundering heart.
Rylan’s breath tickled her ear when he murmured, “Ready to start that obeying part? He said for me to mark you.”
Lucy trembled, staring in shock toward Xander. “M-mark me?” she whispered, unsure, fear creeping back in.
Rylan’s body shook against hers when he chuckled. Lucy realized he was hard when she felt him against her back, and astonishment filled her. Was that because of her?
/> “He enjoyed your little shocked gasp of pain, and he wants me to make you do it again,” he continued.
Lucy felt herself stiffen, wariness warring with the new desire racing through her. “He wants you to hurt me?” God, what had she gotten herself into?
“Yes, love. He wants me to take you to the brink, let you walk that tightrope between pleasure and pain, and I have every intention of granting his wish,” Rylan growled. “Now, be a good girl, and keep your head up so they can see you. Told you I wouldn’t baby you, so we are gonna jump right in.”
The hand that had been lazily caressing her suddenly tightened, squeezing the creamy globe once before letting it go. Arm clamping more firmly around her stomach, he used his other palm to urge her to arch forward. She bent slightly at the waist, head dipping, but his hand was suddenly in her hair. With a twist, he clenched a fist at her nape and yanked none too gently, until she was staring out once more. It was almost uncomfortable with her neck craned up, but she didn’t dare move, apprehension cresting.
“I’m going to let go, but you are not to drop your eyes,” Rylan ordered. When she tentatively nodded, he released her, his now-free hand smoothing once down her back. His hips punched forward, his impossibly hard bulge lining up with her fabric-covered bottom. He let out a low sound at the contact, grinding into her softness before he started inching up the scrap of material that called itself a skirt.
Lucy held still, feeling the blood rush to her head. Rylan really was turned on… whether by her or the audience, she found she didn’t care. All that mattered was feeling him against her.
When her skirt was bunched around her waist, Rylan gripped the sides of her panties. With one quick tug, he turned them into a makeshift thong, baring her cheeks, and then dropped the arm around her middle. She felt him take a step back, the loss of his support causing her to flounder and swivel her head toward him, no clue what he wanted her to do. Her blush still burned, but she was all in now.
“Don’t move,” he said, gesturing for her to turn back.
The second her eyes locked on the three in front of her, Rylan’s hand smacked down hard on one cheek, making her yelp. The three in front of her actually cheered, and his palm landed in an audible crack again, this time on the other side. The pain was a stinging fire.
Lucy scrambled to get away, breath coming fast, but he caught her. Grabbing her, he pushed her body over his arm, this time facing her backside to the others to show off his handiwork.
“Marked,” Rylan said loudly, “with two perfect red handprints.”
Lucy tried to control her breathing, the pain already fading, leaving her oddly bereft. Had she liked that? She wasn’t sure, but he didn’t give her a chance to ruminate on it.
“But, love, for trying to get away, we’ll give them one more,” he crooned.
For some reason, tears sprang to her eyes. She felt vulnerable, her practically naked butt on display as he held her bent form so firmly she couldn’t move, but she didn’t give in to the urge. Holding her breath, she waited for the blow, wondering what he’d do next. The heat pooled between her thighs didn’t let her deceive herself, however. She was more aroused than she’d ever been, regardless of the uncertainties she felt.
She heard a whistling sound a half second before his palm collided with a smack harder than the other two, right where he’d already marked her once. A screech escaped her before she could bite it back, and her body jumped at the explosion of pain on the already-sore spot. Liam whooped, and Rylan chuckled. He rubbed a brisk hand over the throbbing mark in a soothing gesture before flipping her up and once again holding her prisoner with her back against his chest.
Chapter 4
Lucy tried to get ahold of herself. Her fingertips were tingling, head buzzing, as Ry worked the skirt down over her hips and further, letting it fall to the ground. Clad in nothing but panties and a pushed-up top, Lucy had never felt so exposed. When her shirt met the same fate as her skirt, pride made her straighten her shoulders, determined not to let the others know how out of her element she felt. Her bottom still stung, and she had no idea what to expect next. Her eyes cut over to see their reactions, but promptly widened when Liam clamped a hand over Becca’s dress-covered breast, kneading it roughly as they all continued to stare at Lucy.
Rylan nibbled up the curve of her throat, his hand dipping between her legs. He pushed the inside of her thigh until she tentatively widened her stance, opening herself to him. Chill bumps raced along her skin, her nerve endings firing at even the lightest touch. When he pulled his hand away, sliding it up her stomach instead, Lucy couldn’t bite back her moan, wanting him to touch her, but she never took her eyes off the scene in front of her.
Rylan cupped her breasts in both hands, tweaking her nipples into hard points. Lowering his head, he latched his hot mouth onto the sensitive skin beneath her ear, sucking greedily to the rhythmic pulls of his fingers.
Lucy was grateful he was holding her up, not sure she’d be able to stand on her own. She tilted her head, giving him more access, and he bit down. His teeth dug into her skin, his tongue lapping over the small pain before he resumed sucking. It almost hurt, and she writhed against him, the sensation too much to bear.
Xander shifted on the bed, catching her attention. He ground the heel of his palm into his crotch, the lust on his face as obvious as the bulge under his hand. Apparently, that pressure wasn’t enough, though, because he reached into his loose sweats and released his erection.
Never taking his eyes off Lucy, he began stroking himself, a grin playing on the corners of his sexy mouth. His shaft jutted straight up, thick and impossibly long. He gripped the base of it, giving it a few hard pumps before settling into a slow, lazy pace. Lucy felt her head moving to his rhythm, not able to take her eyes off him, surprised at the need deep inside her belly. She wondered what he would…
Rylan suddenly whirled her to face him, and the intense expression he wore made her shiver. Heavy-lidded eyes burned hotly, the feral gleam a warning of danger to come.
“Did you enjoy watching him stroke himself, knowing he was hard because he was watching you, wanting to fuck you? Imagine replacing his hand for yours?” he gritted out.
Lucy bit her lip nervously. She started to answer—to say what, she didn’t know—but he didn’t give her a chance. He slammed his mouth to hers punishingly hard, thrusting his tongue inside almost possessively. Lucy met him stroke for stroke, feeling bolder now. When he broke the kiss, she put a hand up to feel her swollen lips, bemused. Their first real kiss. But before she even registered what he was doing, he picked her up, settling her upright on the edge of the other bed.
“Spread your legs. Did you get drenched for him? Did the sight of Xander stroking his cock get your juices flowing? Don’t be shy, Luce. Show them. Now.”
She just stared, not moving, trying to decide if it was jealousy in his voice or just part of the game, but then he knelt in front of her. His emerald eyes met hers, and they glittered with an emotion she couldn’t quite grasp, somehow soft and hard and needy all at the same time. But when he placed heavy hands on her knees and roughly shoved her legs apart, she stopped breathing when he swept his gaze between them. Her cotton panties were soaked; she could feel them sticking to her. The blue fabric left no doubt she was wet, and after he locked on her face for a brief, charged moment, he moved to the side so the others could see. She tried to slam her legs closed, self-conscious at her obvious need, but he just jerked one wide.
Xander, who still gripped his cock, licked his lips, and a sudden surge of power coursed through her. It was hot knowing she was why he stroked himself, and his eyes did something to her. They were full of playfulness, impish, but still filled with want. It was a mix she found she enjoyed, so different from the hard, dark emotions Ry seemed filled with tonight. Ry had been gentle with her since she’d known him—lighthearted, protective, and teasing—but she had to admit this new side of him excited her, even though it had her off-balance.
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bsp; When Rylan pushed her panties to the side, she stopped analyzing the men, and her skin tightened in anticipation. Her ex hadn’t touched her much there, except to push into her, and he had never put his mouth on her. Never even offered, and she’d been too shy and embarrassed to ask. Lucy hoped with every fiber of her being Ry would, and her breath sped up at just the thought.
Shooting her a wicked look, he trailed his finger in an almost-nonexistent pressure around her sensitive areas, teasing, toying, but not giving her enough. He dipped his head, and she felt his raspy tongue slide in one long, deep stroke up her core.
She moaned loudly, catching an answering sound. Her brain stalled on the scene in front of her, the hot lick of desire surprising her. Lucy bit her lip, eyes glued to the other girl. Becca had her hand between her own widely spread thighs, her dress hiked up with no shame—no panties, either. Had she not had any on beneath that barely decent dress? Lucy’s insides squirmed, and she felt as if she were intruding on a moment that should be private, but then again, wasn’t she herself on display?
Lucy shuddered as Ry’s tongue swirled around her a few times before he nipped at the inside of her thigh, and then stood. Lucy panted, not wanting him to stop. But since he had… She leaned to see around him, needing to see Becca again. Ry chuffed a laugh, apparently amused at her interest.
The other girl momentarily pulled her hand away, giving Lucy a glimpse of her bare sex before she lifted her fingers to her mouth and proceeded to suck her own juices off. The action shot a thrill through Lucy, drowning out the embarrassment of having Becca know she watched her.
She thought Becca’s sex was fascinating. Either she’d shaved or waxed, but there wasn’t hair anywhere down there. It was plump, dusky pink, and mysterious.
