A Quartet of Pleasures

by Joseph, Annabel

  That was the fun, she supposed. Anticipating.

  Oh God, she couldn’t wait.

  3.

  The following day was busy, taken up with introductions at the Berlin Philharmonic, as well as two rehearsals: one private, in their penthouse hotel suite, and one public, with the Philharmonic conductor and musicians. By that evening, Ruby was too tired to obsess about her upcoming sex club adventure, although her birthday was the next day.

  The guys woke her in the morning by piling onto her in bed and singing an a capella, harmonized rendition of Happy Birthday. She called them showoffs, because she couldn’t sing at all, and then room service showed up with warm strudel and cream for a special breakfast. They knocked in the nick of time too, because she was pretty sure Jonathan was gearing up to give her a birthday spanking. Ethan would have been happy to tie her up for it, or Steve could have held her down…

  After another whirlwind of collaborative rehearsals, the four of them set out for her special dinner, an experience too lovely for words. Steve, Jonathan, and Ethan dressed up in suits and escorted her in and out of the car like she was a princess with a retinue of knights. The restaurant they chose was dark and elegant, with candlelight and a delicious gourmet menu. They drank champagne and toasted to her birthday, then they toasted to the Gold Quartet, because this was one of the most auspicious weeks of their lives.

  Whole minutes went by when she wasn’t thinking about what was coming after the dinner, whole minutes when she enjoyed the food and appreciated how handsome and nurturing her friends were. But those minutes would pass, and she’d start squirming impatiently in her seat again.

  The men split the check, although most of it would eventually be reimbursed by the Philharmonic, and then they left the gorgeous restaurant to walk the block and a half to Revolver. The sidewalks were crowded in the nightclub district, and some people were already drunk, so the guys moved around her to shield her—and her favorite white lace dress—from unruly pedestrians. God, the three of them were so protective and hot.

  Ethan knew enough German to negotiate their way through Revolver’s door. Ruby gathered from the short conversation that couples received a discount on the admission price. When Ethan gestured to the four of them and proclaimed them a couple, Ruby huddled closer to them and smiled at the doorman. One of his brows rose, and he gestured them through the club’s doors with an approving grin. The four of them wandered into a long, low room with black walls and soft light. This wasn’t the club yet, but a giant coat room, where patrons decided how much, or how little, of their street clothing they wanted to wear inside.

  “Do you need help taking off your dress?” Jonathan asked.

  He unzipped her and drew the garment from her nervous fingers, but he let her keep her bra and panties on, as well as her white garter belt and stockings. Thank God she’d packed them, since all the guys enjoyed lingerie, especially Steve, who liked to rip her stockings to shreds. He always replaced the ripped pairs with new stockings, but he eventually ripped those too.

  Her pristine white slutwear stood out among the sea of black and latex around them. Some people got fully naked, but most wore at least a few provocative accessories. Ethan and Jonathan stripped down to tight, dark boxer briefs, while Steve rocked form-fitting tighty-whiteys that exaggerated his jock appearance and physique.

  She was relieved they weren’t going naked. She wasn’t ready for all their cocks at once, not visually, and not physically. At least not yet. Whenever people opened the doors leading into the club, loud, throbbing rave music boomed through, making her heart beat faster. Or maybe it was just her nerves.

  “You okay?” Steve asked, pulling her into an embrace. His snug-fitting white briefs left nothing to the imagination, including his burgeoning erection. Some nearby women admired him with open stares.

  “I’m good. Let’s go see what’s going on in there,” she said, determined to be brave. She’d fantasized about this forever, after all.

  Those same women looked on with jealousy as she took the hands of all three guys and dragged them toward the counter to turn over their suits and dresses to the coat check attendants, who all wore Revolver-branded pasties and skimpy aprons. Yes, the guys too, although some of the aprons were so skimpy, you could get a glimpse of what they were packing underneath.

  Her friends—and lovers—once again moved into protective formation as they entered the club’s main room. Lights ricocheted around them, and sexy European techno music assailed their ears. The club didn’t disappoint; there was sex happening everywhere. Handjobs, blowjobs, couples grinding and writhing against one another in time to the music. One naked woman with wild blonde hair and huge breasts pumped her fists from her place atop her partner’s shoulders.

  For a while the four of them just watched. The kinky wedding reception they’d played the night she and Ethan first hooked up…well, that was pure innocence compared to this. The vibe in the club was free and beautiful, but also intimidating.

  “There are tunnels, and smaller, quieter rooms,” Steve said, his deep voice barely cutting through the pounding music. “Let’s go exploring.”

  All their hands were on her, firm and reassuring, some on her back or shoulders, one patting her nearly naked ass. Steve, probably. So handsy. There were wide tunnels leading away from various areas of the main space. Some were labeled, but even Ethan’s German couldn’t predict what they’d find on the other side of them, so they just started walking through them.

  One tunnel led to a “vibe room” with sensual new age music, free-form sex sculptures, and a fog of pot smoke. They backed out of that one and took a different tunnel, stepping around a couple copulating in the middle of it. This one led to a heated, steamy swimming area, and more frolicking couples fucking in and out of the heart-shaped pool.

  “I hope there’s a lifeguard,” Ethan cracked, as Jonathan pointed out a woman’s legs sticking straight up out of the water, trembling as if in ecstasy. She popped up a moment later along with her lover, screaming with delight.

  “Not sure there’s enough chlorine in the world…” said Jonathan.

  “Let’s keep looking,” Steve suggested.

  The next tunnel took them to a room that was nearly pitch black, with hardcore metal music blaring like a hammer to the ears. Black latex and piercings abounded each time a random strobe burst illuminated the players in the cave-like setting. Along one wall, an Amazonian-looking mistress barked orders to a line of black-hooded submissives as she brandished a whip. In another corner, beneath a dim bulb, a Master in black leather pissed on a slave he’d shackled to the wall.

  They backed out of that room without a conference. The next tunnel led to a space that was nearly as large as the dance hall, but the music wasn’t as overpowering and it wasn’t as crowded. It was decorated like a sex dungeon, and while the wide array of benches, webs, racks, and sawhorses implied serious BDSM business, it wasn’t as scary an atmosphere as the black hole they’d just left.

  “This looks more our speed,” said Ethan. “Should we hang out here for a while?”

  “It’s up to Ruby,” Jonathan said. “This is her birthday. We could go dance, if you’d rather?”

  She didn’t want to dance. She didn’t want to be fighting for air among the sweaty, humping masses. This room was calmer, more intimate. “I want to stay here,” she said, and then, “Don’t leave me.” She gave a nervous laugh. “I like this. I want this with all of you. Is that okay?”

  They gazed back at her, nodding in agreement.

  “We want this with you, too,” said Jonathan.

  Steve took her hand. “Let’s have some fun.”

  There was so much going on, so many options. There were people groping each other in orgy-like pleasure, people tying each other to racks, people screaming as their asses were strapped or paddled or whipped. There were people bent over sawhorses getting fucked from either end, or both ends, groaning whenever they came up for air. There were bowls of condoms set through
out the room, and everyone was grabbing them at any given time, following sexual impulses, following the need to be inside the one they wanted.

  “This is a lot,” she said. “A lot to process. What do we do now?”

  “Leave that to us,” said Ethan, stroking back her hair. “Why don’t we stake out a space in one of the corners? It doesn’t matter to you, does it, to be out in the middle, on display?”

  “No, I don’t want that. I know I’m up for a lot of things, but…”

  “You don’t have to be up for everything,” he assured her. “Your safe words still work here.”

  To her relief, her lovers took over, leading her through the other groups of people to a sheltered space in the back. There was a bondage structure, square and solid, that created a bit of a buffer from the rest of the room. She studied it, noting the many attachment points, as well as the assortment of cuffs, straps, chains, and spanking implements on a nearby shelf.

  “Do you like what you see?”

  That was Jonathan’s voice in her ear, his hand tugging her hair back so she was forced to look into his deep amber eyes.

  “Yes, Sir.” He was in Master mode now, so she was instantly submissive. “I like it.”

  He kissed her, his front pressed against her right side. “Close your eyes for a moment, Ruby. Block everyone else out,” he whispered against her lips. “Right now, it’s just us.”

  He was warm beside her, holding her steady while the other two drew near. She’d wanted this, oh, how she’d wanted it, but she still wasn’t ready for the feeling of multiple hands caressing her skin. One hand skimmed her waist. Another cupped her breast and then squeezed it. Yet another played over her hips and down to her ass cheeks, gathering them in a carnal grip.

  Jonathan continued to kiss her. His teeth played over her lips, nibbling, stroking. She didn’t know who touched her where. That was the mystery, the excitement.

  “Will you blindfold me?” she whispered when Jonathan broke the kiss.

  “No. Open your eyes now, baby. No escaping into fantasy.”

  “It’s not escaping,” she said, blinking at them. “I want this, but it’s so much to…to see everything.”

  “We need to see your eyes,” Steve explained.

  “Windows to the soul,” Ethan agreed. “And windows to how much you’re enjoying yourself.”

  She grimaced. “This is already so crazy and horny I feel like I’m going to die.”

  “Just for a minute, then.”

  Steve said it, and she was pretty sure it was Steve who put his fingers over her eyes, because it felt forcefully, deliciously rough. He kissed her too. She knew his kisses, rough as his fingers, full of passion and wildness. She heard Ethan and Jonathan conversing at her side. Her arms were drawn behind her, encircled in a series of knots. She felt Steve along her front, holding her tight. His cock nestled against her belly. As her wrists were bound in the back, he pulled down her bra’s sheer cups, tucking them beneath her breasts and exposing her nipples.

  So this was what three guys at once felt like. No matter where she moved, a hand was there, stroking or pinching. Her own hands were already out of commission, bound behind her in one of Ethan’s immovable sets of rope cuffs. As cool air blew over her nipples, her pussy squeezed. She was already so wet, she was ashamed of herself. She barely heard the music now, just the sounds of masculine breath.

  Steve uncovered her eyes, and what he saw in them—her terrifying level of arousal—seemed to overcome his control.

  “Fuck this,” he said. “Fuck going slow. Get on your knees.”

  She did, willingly, and opened her mouth the way Jonathan had taught her to do every time he gave that order.

  “Jesus Christ, that’s hot,” one of them whispered. Ethan twisted a hand in her hair as Steve groped her breasts, then pinched her nipples until she wobbled sideways with a gasp.

  “You like that, huh?” he asked.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, although she didn’t usually call Steve “Sir” the way she did Jonathan and Ethan. They were all her lovers now, as they took down their boxer briefs and exposed their hard members. All she saw was thighs and knees and cocks as her arms strained against the rope that held her captive. Jonathan left, but was back a moment later, passing condoms to the other two guys.

  “Open that mouth,” he ordered. “Be a good girl. You know what you need to do.”

  She nodded rather than close her lips. Steve’s cock pushed inside her mouth first, abrupt with intensity. She sucked him as well as she could, though it was hard to take all of him. Someone, probably Jonathan, was holding the back of her head so she couldn’t shy away. Or fall backwards.

  “Look up at him,” said Ethan, his voice half growl. “Show him how much you like his cock in your throat.”

  Steve pulled out after a minute or two, and Ethan went next. While she licked his long, thick length, Steve and Jonathan jacked themselves off, at the ready. She remembered Ethan’s orders and looked up at him too, her eyes watery from the steady depths of his thrusts. He slowed, cupping her face, letting her savor every inch of him. Unlike Steve, he didn’t try to gag her, although she did gag a little.

  He moved aside to make room for Jonathan. They were all hard, all heightened with desire for her, either pumping into her mouth or pumping into their hands. Someone tortured her nipples with hard, prolonged pinches as she looked up into Jonathan’s face with both a sense of panic and deep gratitude. This was so hot. It was so terrifying.

  It wasn’t over yet.

  They took turns in her mouth, forcing her to look up at whoever she serviced, even when drool dripped from her lips, and tears from her eyes. When they were all nearly done, the condoms came off, and they ejaculated on her breasts, the hot, viscous liquid dripping down to her nipples. She felt marked and degraded, but also excited to be the focus of so much lust.

  Ethan pulled her to her feet and rubbed the cum into her chest and between her breasts as he kissed her, forcing her mouth wide open with his tongue. She moaned against his lips as Jonathan slapped her ass, and she could feel him rubbing some of the cum into her cheeks too, his still-stiff cock probing her from behind until she squirmed. Steve thrust his hand between her legs when Jonathan pulled away, and made a low, appreciative sound.

  “So fucking wet, you guys. She’s so wet.”

  They all had to grope her then, six hands’ worth of fingers sliding under her thong, through her pussy juices and up over her clit. She arched as one of them pulled her thong up between her pussy lips, against her clit. She rose up on her toes, trying to grind against the contact.

  “She loves it,” said Ethan. “She’s so into this.”

  “I told you she’d love it,” said Jonathan. He ran his fingers over the lacy tops of her stockings. “Now, girl, down. All the way down.”

  She was forced to her knees again, then forward. She knew what was expected. She spread her thighs and rested her forehead against the floor. Feet moved around her as she squeezed her eyes shut. They’d all experimented with spanking her because she loved it so much. Now all three of them were arguing about who would go first, and who would use what.

  She closed her hands into fists, glad her wrists were bound behind her. Otherwise she’d try to sit up or fend the upcoming blows away. Her only warning that punishment was imminent was a hand brushing over the small of her back, across her garter belt, and then down over her buttocks.

  Ah, God, the first strike came, and they’d chosen a damn paddle. It was loud and wide, and it hurt. She clenched her cheeks and lifted her head from the floor, but she was forced back down by Jonathan. Someone else was paddling her, then. Ow, ow, ow. Steve, probably. The paddle felt smooth, but the sting was acute and sharp. The club probably provided Lucite paddles, since those could be sanitized more easily than wood. Lucite sure as hell wasn’t easier on her ass. She was glad Steve only gave her ten whacks.

  Ethan went next, brandishing a strap. His hands alone could deliver a really hard spanking
, probably from the strength they gained tying all those shibari knots. His strapping was bad though, ten strokes of pure fire. Owww…

  “Ready for more?”

  That was Jonathan’s voice. She felt him hunch down next to her.

  “No, Sir. Please!”

  She didn’t want the scene to end yet because it was sexy as hell to be punished by all of them, but her ass was throbbing like the music out in the main room.

  “Your arms could probably use a break anyway.”

  He and Ethan untied the rope cuffs and stood her up. When she wove on her feet, Steve was there to support her with his tall, hard body.

  “Doing okay, Rubes?” he asked.

  “Oh, yes,” she said, making him smile with her reckless enthusiasm. “I’m doing really okay. But when do I get to come?”

  All three of them laughed. Hmm, she wasn’t trying to be funny. Her pussy was pulsing as hard and hot as her butt. If only she could touch herself, she could bring herself off in thirty seconds or less.

  But they weren’t going to let that happen. They led her closer to the square bondage structure with its neat rows of attachment points. As she stared at the solid, polished wood, Jonathan made her spread her legs and Steve took off her bra. Her arms were stretched toward the posts on either side, and her wrists buckled into the club-provided padded leather cuffs.

  “You belong to us, don’t you?” Jonathan asked as Ethan and Steve hooked the cuffs to sturdy chains. He massaged her clit, but only for a few seconds, not long enough to get off. “You belong to all of us.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The words came out on a sob of erotic frustration. Jonathan still hadn’t taken his turn with her backside, and he was partial to really hurty implements like canes and whips. “Please, I want to come.”

  “Not yet.”

  Now Ethan, the shibari fiend, was roping her up again, this time fashioning a series of knots into a band that laid across her nipples. Of course, two of the knots cinched her nipples, circling them with tight, scratchy rope.