A Quartet of Pleasures

by Joseph, Annabel

  They’d bound her so her back was to the rest of the play space. She still heard the music and actions of others, the occasional orders applied in German to male and female subs, but it didn’t matter to her. All she could think about were the men surrounding her, and the heated need growing between her legs.

  “Please,” she said, writhing in her bonds.

  “Please hurt you some more?” Jonathan asked. “My darling maso, you never get enough.”

  “Please fuck me. I’m so turned on right now.”

  She didn’t know which of them she wanted to fuck her, didn’t know who she was talking to. It was just a general plea. Steve and Ethan stood in front of her, palming their cocks and grinning at her horniness. That meant Jonathan was somewhere behind her.

  She felt a sharp strike of pain across her ass. A damned cane, of course. She cried out, but she couldn’t turn away or escape, or do anything more than dance around on her toes. When she twisted in pain, the rope around her breasts scratched her throbbing nipples.

  “Oh, it hurts, doesn’t it?” said Steve.

  “Poor baby,” Ethan crooned. He kissed her as Steve gripped her hair, forcing her to be still for Jonathan’s next stroke. She almost bit Ethan’s tongue when she shrieked.

  “Maybe this will help it feel better,” Steve said, pinching the welt of fire Jonathan had left with the cane, and giving her ass a sharp spank.

  “No, please,” she said. “Please, touch me instead.”

  “Here?” He spanked her ass again, toying with her. When he moved his hand, another cane stroke fell.

  “No,” she said, frantic. “Touch me, please. Between my legs. Fuck me.”

  “Oh, like this.” Ethan thrust a finger inside her, making her dance and arch toward him. Behind her, another stroke landed, erasing any of the pleasure she felt from having her pussy filled. Now Steve was kissing her and squeezing her bound breasts while Ethan finger-fucked her.

  “Please,” she begged. “Please.”

  There were no more cane strokes. Instead, she felt Jonathan’s thick cock between her ass cheeks.

  “You want to be fucked, baby?” he asked in a menacing tone. “Here? In your tight little asshole?”

  She whimpered. Yes, there. Anywhere. Ethan’s fingers drove deeper into her pussy. Steve squeezed and slapped her breasts.

  “Yes, Sir,” she whined. “Please, yes.”

  She felt cold lube rubbed over her hole, then Jonathan’s slick cock probing her. While she pulled at the chains, while Steve held her face and kissed her, Jonathan drove forward inch by inch into her clenching ass. With Steve’s body in front of her, she couldn’t move away. She could only stand in her bonds as Jonathan pushed deeper and deeper. She groaned into Steve’s mouth at the penetrating ache. Bear it. Just bear it. Her ass resisted even though she wanted what Jonathan was doing to her. Soon, the initial tension passed, and another whimper eked out of her.

  “That’s my good maso girl,” Jonathan said, caressing her thighs as he eased deeper. “She loves getting her ass fucked.”

  “I know.” Steve shoved his fingers in her pussy, where Ethan’s had been, and worked them in and out. “You’re not the only one who likes to torment her.”

  She moaned softly. Fucked in the ass, her pussy full of Steve’s broad fingers, bound and trapped, on full display. Before, this had only been the stuff of fantasies. Now it was happening for real. And God, it felt really real.

  “I’ve got her.”

  That was Ethan’s voice. He held her waist as Steve moved aside, and poked his rigid cock against her front. How were they all so hard again? If she was a maso, they were all unrepentant sadists.

  “Let’s see how this goes.” Ethan’s words brought her back to the present, to getting teased and fucked until she was ready to explode. When Jonathan pulled back, but not quite out of her ass, Ethan positioned his cock and drove into her pussy. She was so wet that he slid deep into her clenching sheath.

  “Holy shit,” she whispered. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Do you want us to stop?”

  She felt Jonathan’s hands tighten on her thighs. All she had to say was the first damn syllable of a safe word and they’d stop everything, but she wanted them to go on. She was just a little scared. Happy-scared.

  “She wants it,” said Steve. “She wants you to make her take it.”

  Yes, thank you. He put it into words for her because she was aroused beyond the power of speech. Jonathan drove into her ass again, lighting up all her senses, and then, as he withdrew, Ethan surged into her pussy, kissing her deeply at the same time. All she could do was cling to the chains that held her trapped there, between these two virile men.

  They fucked her in a sensual rhythm as she moaned and squirmed, feeling so full it was almost like pain. Almost, but not really. Her own excitement aside, the guys also groaned and breathed harder and harder. They squeezed her, caressed her, made her crazy. When Ethan withdrew, gasping from his orgasm, Steve pushed into her pussy next, his arms wrapped around her waist. Now that he’d watched Ethan and Jonathan work, he got right into the rhythm, his vigorous thrusts almost lifting her from the floor. Jonathan’s thrusts grew more vigorous too.

  The two of them were enough, more than enough to make her come from the sheer carnality of double penetration, but then Ethan was back, yanking on her hair, saying what she needed to hear.

  “Let go,” he said, forcing her head back. “You want to come with both of them deep inside, don’t you?” He slid his hand down and caressed her clit with deft fingertips. “Come for us, birthday girl. Sweet, horny birthday girl.”

  Finally, blissfully, she spiraled into a climax. As her pussy clamped on Steve and her ass constricted around Jonathan, they both fucked her deeper, their thrusts in perfect cadence with her pulsing orgasm. How else would musicians fuck, but in perfect rhythm? This was the most complex, most ecstatic music they’d ever made.

  For long moments afterward, the three of them stood there, regaining their breath and their connection to the real world. When Steve and Jonathan pulled away to take off their condoms, Ethan stayed with her, hugging her, gently undoing the rope bra.

  “Are you okay?” he whispered. “How was that?”

  “Incredible,” she whispered back. “The craziest moment of my life.”

  When the others returned, they undid the cuffs, and then she collapsed into all of them and drifted in their arms. Life was going on around them. Sex was going on around them, but all Ruby knew was the protective circle of bodies warming and soothing her, and stroking her trembling limbs.

  “I think I came too hard,” she said plaintively. “I’m not sure I can walk.”

  “We can carry you,” they all said at the same time.

  She smiled a tired, satisfied smile and thought for the zillionth time how lucky she was. She held onto their shoulders, accepting kisses from them, each in their distinctive style, but each so loving and passionate that new arousal grew inside her.

  “I’ve had enough of this club,” she said, “but not enough of you all. Let’s go back to the hotel.”

  4.

  They walked the short distance from Revolver in a kind of sex daze. Ruby barely noticed the other clubgoers on the streets now. All her awareness was focused on how strong Steve was, how long Ethan’s fingers were, and how effortlessly Jonathan could make her submit with a mere glance. Oh, and the moisture that still pooled between her legs under her lacy, virginal white dress.

  Upstairs in the hotel room, all their clothes came off again. They climbed naked into the terrace’s spacious hot tub and stared at each other, amazed and delighted by what they’d done in the sprawling Berlin sex club. The guys passed Ruby around in the bubbling, steaming water, groping her, telling her about their favorite moments of the ménage. She couldn’t even think of a favorite moment. They were all her favorite moments. Of course, all the attention had been on her.

  When they go
t out of the hot tub and returned inside, there wasn’t really any question of whether they would make love again. It was late, yes, and they were too tired to go as hard as they had the first time, but they all wanted to experience that blissful connectedness again.

  Ruby’s red bedroom was the largest, so they gathered in there to “wish her goodnight.” She lay in the middle of the bed, surrounded by her three handsome knights. There was no background noise now, no gasps or moans, no voices from other scenes, only their own. There was no techno music pounding away.

  Steve parted Ruby’s legs and sank between them, holding her thighs open with his wide shoulders. While he licked her pussy and clit with enthusiastic skill, Ethan squeezed her neck and Jonathan sucked her nipples. She came so quickly that Steve grumbled he hadn’t had a long enough turn. Jonathan and Ethan took turns next. Jonathan, in particular, had never gone down on her because their dynamic was so caught up in his dominance and her submission. His technique was exquisite, forceful yet wonderful. As for Ethan, he loved eating pussy so much that he made her come twice.

  Four orgasms, one after the other. The old Ruby would have been done, ready to turn in for the night, but Steve pulled her against his stiff cock and said, “I need to be inside you again. And this time I want your ass.”

  She moaned at the possessive intensity in his voice. By now, they all understood what that particular moan of hers meant. It was a yes.

  What happened then was so natural, so slow and lovely and erotic she could hardly bear it. Steve put her on her hands and knees and lubed her ass, stroking, caressing, preparing her for his thick girth. When Steve rolled on a condom, Ethan and Jonathan did too. Ethan laid under her this time, pulling her hips against his as he pushed into her. She felt so full already as she rocked on his solid length, but then Steve was pushing against her asshole.

  “Yes,” she said, to convince herself this was possible again. She knew she wanted it. “Yes, please.”

  Steve took his time stretching her ass open with slow, probing forays as Ethan worked her pussy. The sensation was too much, way too much, but somehow not enough. Jonathan stared from the side, watching them penetrate her and rock her between them.

  In and out, hard and slow, so full, so tight. As she jerked her hips, seeking even more possession, Jonathan stood in front of her, offering his cock. She opened for him, opened wide the way he’d trained her, so she wouldn’t graze him with her teeth, only let him slide as deep and hard as he wanted to go.

  Now all three of them were in her at once. A fantasy fulfilled, a fantasy she hadn’t even been sure was possible. Jonathan’s insistent face-fucking made her even hornier about getting fucked in her pussy and ass. It was so much to process, but also so much to enjoy, because she felt safe and loved even as she felt fucked up and used. It was a heady mix of an experience.

  Thank God she hadn’t gone to Vegas and missed out on all this.

  After a long session of sliding, sweating, and groaning, Ethan and Steve’s thrusts slowed. Ruby sucked on Jonathan’s cock like it might somehow fulfill her growing need to climax. Her body was exhausted and wanted to come, but her mind wanted them inside her forever. When Jonathan orgasmed with a low groan, grasping her hair and shoving into her mouth, tears of happiness gathered in her eyes. He started cursing at her, something he often did when she brought him off hard. She smiled and leaned into his hands when he offered them. He stroked her hair, giving her support as the other two continued thrusting into her ass and pussy.

  She was so close, so close. As she rocked her hips, Ethan surged up against her, pleasuring her swollen clit. Steve slapped her ass, hard, roughly, right over her cane welts, and then reached around to squeeze her breasts. Her body was alive with the men inside her, their pure sexual energy, their forceful possession. Her ass and pussy pulsed, reaching for that grand finale. As she moaned in bliss, Jonathan grasped her neck and squeezed it, holding her gaze. She was full of them, trapped and held by them. Their bodies were all around her. They were all one.

  Musicians knew how to time things, how to coalesce a moment so perfectly that it glimmered and shone. That was probably why Ruby came in a glimmering, shining orgasm as Ethan and Steve pumped their own orgasms inside her, and Jonathan squeezed her throat. Mozart had nothing on them. Bach. Beethoven. None of them were as talented alone as the four of them were together. Her guys knew her well enough to take care of her and fuck her to pieces at the same time, which was all a girl could ask for.

  “Jesus Christ,” Steve groaned, collapsing over her.

  “Holy fuck,” Ethan agreed.

  Ruby didn’t say anything. Her body was still pulsing with aftershocks as the long, slow orgasm worked itself through her system. She finally gained the strength to lift her head away from Ethan’s shoulder.

  “Sweet girl,” said Jonathan, leaning to kiss her forehead. “Happy birthday.”

  After a few more moments of breathing and being, Ethan and Steve gently pulled out of her, and the four of them started untangling their limbs. They lay on the bed, side by side, all fucked out, but unwilling to move yet from their intimate tryst.

  “That was so incredible,” said Ruby. “I can’t explain it. It was so amazing and wonderful, even better than at the club. I’ll never forget having all of you inside me, loving me. It was the most amazing birthday present anyone could ask for.”

  “You know, you could ask for it when it’s not your birthday, too,” said Steve, taking her hand.

  “It’s past midnight now,” Jonathan pointed out, “so technically it’s not your birthday anymore, and we were all still happy to bone you at the same time.”

  “Bone me? You’re a pervert and I love you for it. I love all of you.” She thought a moment. “And I have one more birthday wish.”

  Ethan chuckled. “I think you’ve earned any wish you want, baby.”

  “Okay, then, I want to sleep like this, with all of you,” she said, pulling them closer around her. “Like a big Gold Quartet cuddle puddle all night long. But let’s, maybe, I don’t know, take a long shower first. I feel kind of dirty.”

  “In a good way?” asked Ethan.

  “In the best way.”

  “I agree with your shower idea,” said Steve. “I’m sweaty as hell.”

  Jonathan helped her up from the bed. “We’ll shower with you if you like, and clean up all the parts of you we defiled.”

  “And then defile them again at some point in the future,” added Ethan.

  They all fit in her suite’s large, glass-walled shower, although the guys’ athletic builds made it hard to move around very freely. They took turns standing under the dual waterfall shower heads and washing away a night’s worth of debauchery with the hotel’s French-milled soap. After that, Steve and Jonathan helped her shampoo the club-smoke scent out of her hair, while Ethan worked through the conditioner and promised to comb it out afterward. They still kissed her now and again, all of them, as water ran between their lips, and they all stroked her body repeatedly in the interests of “getting her clean.”

  By the time they finished with her twenty minutes later, she was as clean as she’d ever been in her life, and she loved it. They left her bedroom wearing their towels and trekked across the living room to Ethan’s blue suite, which had a king-size bed. After Ethan combed out Ruby’s hair, Jonathan pulled back the sheets and guided her into the bed between them. Steve grumbled that he was on the outside, but he had the longest arms, so he was able to hold her hand while she snuggled between the others.

  “This was a perfect birthday, you guys,” she said, resting her head against Ethan’s chest. “The concerto, Berlin, dinner, the sex club, all of it, but especially being with you. I’m so glad you’re part of my life.”

  Jonathan made an affectionate sound, tightening his arm around her waist. “I still remember the day you walked in to audition with us. The vote afterward was unanimous, and not just because you’re pretty as hell. You were the first one who listened to us as you playe
d, and tried to…”

  “Be a part of us,” Steve said. “I remember that. Everyone else was showing off their technique, but you were showing off your musicianship, and a willingness to work within our team.”

  Jonathan nodded. “It takes a special kind of push-and-pull to make a quartet work. We knew right away you were the one.”

  “But you were also very pretty,” said Ethan, his low voice chuckling against her ear. “We all thought it, though none of us admitted it until later. We needed someone pretty to round out our motley bunch.”

  Their flattering words made her feel warm inside, and even more content in their arms. “We were meant to be together,” she said. “Now here we are, about to make our Berlin Philharmonic debut.”

  “Yeah.” Steve squeezed her hand. “It’ll always be the second most exciting thing we’ve done here.”

  “Happy birthday to me,” she murmured, her eyes closing in satisfied exhaustion. The last thing she remembered was Jonathan pulling the sheets closer around her as she fell into a heavy sleep.

  5.

  The Gold Quartet stood backstage, awaiting their introduction to the very knowledgeable, and very critical, Berlin Philharmonic audience. Sound checks were done. They were tuned to perfection, knowing each other’s instruments as well as they knew their own.

  Ruby looked down at her dark crimson gown with its plunging neckline, cinched waist, and long satin skirt. No matter how prepared she was, no matter how put together she looked, she always felt a little nervous. Will they like me? Will they like us and appreciate our version of Schoenberg’s concerto?

  Should I have worn concert black?

  “Should I have worn black?” she asked the others. “Is this too showy?”

  “It’s perfect, and you look gorgeous,” Steve said.

  She couldn’t stop fidgeting, even as stagehands moved around them doing last minute curtain checks. “How’s my lipstick?”