by James, Marie
“Can’t wait,” I tell him honestly as he backs away.
“Take care of my girl while I’m gone,” TJ says to Kai who has reappeared in the hallway.
“I could suck that dick of yours and get you off in less than sixty seconds,” Kai offers as TJ walks past him. “It would be a whole lot easier to ride that way.”
I expect TJ to punch him in the face, but all he does is chuckle and shake his head as he walks away.
“Why can’t he be just a little bit bi-curious?” Kai asks on a sigh as we walk to the end of the hall and watch several guys, including TJ, walk out the front door.
I growl my displeasure at his spoken fantasy, but deep down I’m curious what TJ would look like with Kai’s lips wrapped around his cock.
“This is the spa,” Kai says with a flourish as he leads me to another door and swings it open with a crash against the wall. This man clearly doesn’t know how to open a door properly.
Grinning when I see Xena standing next to a table similar to the ones at the nail salon I go to when I get my eyebrows waxed, I give her a little wave.
“She’s already bare,” Kai says, and I laugh when I see Xena’s face fall with disappointment.
“That’s a shame,” she mutters before turning around and flipping the power off on the wax pot.
“My boys need a little cleaning up,” Kai says, crossing the room and flicking open the button on his cargo shorts.
“Nope.” Xena walks past him closer to me. “Last time I tried that you cried for twenty minutes and ended up with one smooth ball and one hairy one. Professor wasn’t pleased with me even though it was your damn fault.”
“If you had balls, you’d understand,” he mutters before settling in a chair on the other side of the room.
“Come on in, Envy. Let me introduce you to the girls,” Xena says clasping my hand and tugging me in the direction of five smiling women and one that would be gorgeous if it weren’t for the deadly sneer distorting her plump, painted lips.
She’s going to be trouble.
Chapter 34
TJ
“That’s perfect,” I tell Ronan as we situate the cage in the middle of the living room.
“You actually think she’s going to like this?”
“She’ll learn to like it.”
“I can’t wait to see this shit play out.” Ronan slaps me on the back as he heads outside.
Several girls are already gyrating on the laps of some of the men, but Kaci isn’t out here yet, so I head in the direction of my room.
“You don’t even bother to look and see who’s at the door?” I ask when I walk in to find her with her back to me.
When she looks over her shoulder, her pouty, perfect fucking lips are a tangible tease to my dick even several feet away, I harden in an instant. “I figured it was either you or Kai.”
“Excuse me?” I hiss as she turns around.
She’s no longer in my clothes, but I can’t even be mad that her lithe body isn’t swimming in a pair of ratty sweats and the t-shirt I had every intention of ripping from her body. She's wearing a black bra that leaves nothing to the imagination. Just the sight of her nipples behind the floral-patterned lace makes my mouth water like a man who has been in the desert his entire life. As if that isn’t enough, I’m struck stupid by the matching garter belt and lace-topped thigh-high stockings.
“Like what you see?” The purr of her words is almost enough to make me forget what she’d said.
“Why wouldn’t it bother you if Kai came in here while you were standing there with your bare cunt in the breeze?” Jealousy isn’t an emotion I’m familiar with, and it’s clear in my tone of voice. Most women would cower, or rush to make excuses.
Not Kaci.
She merely stands there, seductively biting her bottom lip, eyes blinking innocently at me.
“I wasn’t going to borrow Velvet’s underwear. I don’t have many limits, but I just can’t wrap my head around wearing someone else’s panties.” She shudders as if tiny spiders are crawling across her skin with just the thought.
“Tell me about Kai,” I demand through gritted teeth.
“He thinks I’m your pet.”
I raise an eyebrow, and the fire she’s been missing in her eyes since I walked in here returns with the power of a sun flare.
“I’m no one’s pet,” she hisses.
Her words don’t faze me much. It’s hard to concentrate on anything when the pink of her pussy is an amazing stark contrast to the black lace circling her thighs.
“Is that so?” I stalk toward her, and just like I presumed, she holds her ground, stubborn jaw tensing as I draw near. “You don’t want to be owned?”
Her weight shifting marginally is the only thing that hints at her arousal.
“You don’t want to be pampered? Taken care of better than any other woman in this club?” I grip her chin in my hand, tilting her head back until the delicate flesh of her neck is exposed.
“I’m not a possession,” she breathes out on a harsh breath. “I can take care of myself.”
I nip at her neck, and she yelps at the pain, but is smart enough not to jerk out of my grasp. Her nipples are puckered, her breaths are rushing out, and she whimpers each time I lean in to put my mouth on her skin. If I back away or trail my finger down her slit, I know I’ll find her dripping down her thighs. I’m not scaring her; I’m seducing her.
“Did you not learn a thing in the basement? I expected a little resistance, but I didn’t think you’d revert to your old ways so quickly.” My mouth is a mere inch from her ear. “Do you need to be taught another lesson already?”
She moans exactly the way that makes my cock throb when I grip her chin tighter. Her eyes flutter close, and I wait for her to get mouthy again. Like the perfect specimen she is, she surprises me once again.
“Whatever you want, TJ,” she pants on a rushed exhale.
“You are a superb fucking being, Envy. Are you ready for your punishment?”
“P-punishment?” She attempts to move her head. I imagine to look me in the eye, but I hold firm, not quite ready to stop licking the pulse point in her neck that is firing like an overused piston.
“You’ve already forgotten?” I taunt with another nip to her jawline. “Maybe because you didn’t smell your sweet cunt on your finger, like I did every time I ran my hand over my face today.”
“Oh… that.” Her lips twitch with mirth, but she’s smart enough not to take it any further.
“Yeah, that.”
She squeals when I suddenly release her face and spin her around, forcing her to bend over the side of the bed. The five, rapid-fire swats I land on her bare ass echoes off the walls.
“TJ!” she gasps as if she’s offended. I’d believe it if she wasn’t wiggling her ass for more.
“When will you stop fascinating me? When will I be able to go five minutes without this tight cunt of yours being my primary focus?”
She trembles, but the atmosphere changes around us. The edge of lust and greedy need slowly starts to dissipate.
Wrapping my hand in her long blonde hair, I jerk her up until her back is fully flush with my chest.
“My mom got me a dog once.” My brows furrow in confusion. “It had an accident on the floor, and she got rid of it the same day.”
“What are you talking about?”
“People don’t always keep their pets,” she says with the wrong emotion in her voice.
I need her hot, bothered, and ready to take my dick, not near sobbing and wondering if I’m going to toss her out like a puppy that can’t hold its bladder.
“I’m not throwing you out.” I grip her breast with the harshness I know she craves. “Besides, if you pee on my floor, I’ll rub your nose in it while I fuck your ass.”
She sputters a laugh at my ridiculousness. “I’m housebroken.”
“Mmm.” I run my nose down her neck. She smells fucking amazing. “Don’t make me challenge your limits.”
> She tries to turn in my arms. “Hard fucking limit, TJ.”
I’m not into watersports either, but she doesn’t have to know that. I grip her hair harder, relishing in the near-silent moan that escapes her lips. Seems we’re right back on track. “What happened to whatever you want, TJ?”
“Please not that,” she begs.
“We’ll see,” I taunt before releasing her.
She bends over the bed without any urging from me, and I nearly lose my edge.
“I am so fucking gone for you, Envy. Your pussy. Your perfect tits. Even that filthy mouth of yours. I’ll never be done with you.”
“Please,” she begs when my belt hits the floor, and the sharp rasp of my zipper being lowered fills the room.
“Don’t rush me.” I slap her ass another half dozen times, and by the sixth swing, she’s pushing back so her ass can make contact with my hand sooner.
My knife is forgotten as it falls to the floor still in the front pocket of my jeans. I’m so far past the point of craving her, teasing her with it would end up being dangerous.
“TJ,” she whines.
If I wasn’t so close to blowing my load already, I’d force her to her knees and make her suck the pre-cum off the tip of my cock, but I have plans for that mouth later.
“Your cunt is so fucking greedy. So pink and fucking perfect, waiting for my cock like I’m the only thing it was made for.” She whimpers with need when I swipe my thumb through the creaminess coating her lower lips, but it turns into a feral growl of hunger when I sweep it upward to her ass. “Like that?”
Her body, pushing against my digit answers for her as I circle it around the pucker.
“Hold that thought,” I growl.
Like it knows exactly where it belongs, my cock lines up with her pussy without assistance. My knees nearly buckle when I sink inside her. The euphoric feeling of her cunt gripping me is just as strong as it was the first time. Only this time, I don’t have to be gentle. I don’t have to try to convince her with soft, steady thrusts that she’s invaluable to me. I don’t have to take my time because I’m unsure of when I’ll get another chance.
I pull back and slam into her again. This is how we make love. This is what we both need. She cries out, still startled with how I fill her even when she knows what to expect.
“Hold still,” I hiss when my cock tunnels deep and she tries to scurry away.
“TJ.”
Her plea is all I need. I piston into her at the same time my thumb pushes through the tight ring of her ass. “So hot and so fucking tight. I can’t wait to go balls deep here.”
Her response is a garbled moan of need and terror at my words because her face is buried in the comforter.
“Touch your pussy,” I command because I’m about to go off like a boy that’s just sank into his first piece of pussy. “If I come before you—”
I don’t have enough time to make my threat before her cunt pulses down my shaft, rippling in waves as her orgasm overtakes her body. She trembles, shakes, and convulses so hard I have to pull my thumb from her ass just to get a better grip on her hips.
Her head flies back as her orgasm renews. My smile is wide at the realization that it had the same effect as pulling a plug out mid-orgasm.
I don’t have time to revel in the feel of her cunt clamping down on me because my own release is arrowing down my spine and drawing up my balls before exploding inside of her. I’m spastic, damn near having a seizure from overload for several long minutes after it’s all over.
“Jesus fuck,” I pant.
“That’s a little too hard,” Kaci whimpers, and I realize she’s trying to get away from me.
“Shit.” She’s pulling off my cock and rubbing her hips where I held her in a death grip. “Is it going to bruise?”
“Probably,” she whispers with a devilish grin.
Chapter 35
Kaci
“Where are we going?” I ask after TJ tucks his half-hard cock back in his jeans and clasps my hand. I don’t bother to pull away, but I’m not very keen on leaving this room right now either. “I need to clean up.”
“You’re exactly how I need you to be.”
He must sense I’m going to resist because he drops my hand and wraps his arm around my waist.
“TJ.”
He ignores me as we make our way down the hall. Music blares loud and heavy from the front room, and my heart speeds up to match the pounding tempo. “Your cum is dripping down my thighs.”
“Knowing that is why my cock hasn’t bothered to deflate,” he confesses against my temple.
I stiffen, every muscle in my body growing rigid when we round the corner of the hallway and the vast living area comes into view. It isn’t the men and women all over the place or the fact that my pussy is bare for all to see that causes me to tense. The cum dripping from my thoroughly used pussy is now an afterthought. The familiar cage situated as if on display in the middle of the room is what makes my blood run cold.
“Play nice, Kitten,” TJ soothes in a teasing voice as I scramble to get away from him.
“I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out,” I threaten as he all but carries me to the front of the cage.
“And I’ll only make love to you from now on.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Once a week,” he continues, “on Sunday afternoon, nice and slow.”
His threat is more detrimental than whatever he has planned tonight.
Yells, whistles, and catcalls fill the room when people notice us walking in. Everyone seems to be entertained by our entrance. Well, all but Legs. Kai warned me away from her, telling me she was TJ’s last plaything and not very happy to have been tossed aside.
I don’t have the ability to worry about a catty female right now, however. Even over the raucous noise everyone is making, I can still hear the squeak of the hinges on the cage when TJ throws open the door.
I growl at his threat, but let him maneuver me inside, grateful for the pillow now in the bottom of the cage. Once inside, I take a moment to look around. Men, most wearing leather vests, crowd closer, praising TJ for possessing such a lovely pet.
Suddenly, I’m glad I’m in the cage rather than out in the open and easily accessible to all of these men. TJ has sworn that the men here would never hurt me or take me against my will. Xena professed the same thing, but their words give me no assurances right now.
“Go back to your whores,” TJ says with humor in his voice.
Thankfully, the men listen, sitting in various locations around the room. Several women I met earlier and some I haven’t been introduced to yet take up residence on their laps or at their feet. It doesn’t take long before slurping and moaning filters through the room. Some of the guys are getting sucked off and are still holding conversations with the men beside them. It’s like a free-for-all orgy around here, and by the looks of it, this happens all the time.
The one woman who makes my skin crawl pops up from the sofa and prowls toward TJ. He hasn’t taken a step away from the cage, but there’s no telling what he’s going to force me to watch him do. My throat nearly seals shut, a lump forming so thick that I can’t seem to swallow it away.
“I hope she likes the taste of my pussy,” I mutter as I turn my head and refuse to look at them.
I know what Legs is feeling. I’m desperate for the attention he shows me, and I can’t imagine the lengths I’d go to if I were in danger of being discarded.
“I’d love to taste your pussy.”
Unable to watch what is about to unfold with Legs and TJ, I turn my head toward Xena as she crouches down to look at me. I smile at her, loving her inability to keep her thoughts to herself. She’s flirted with me more than once but has never made a move to take what she desires.
Xena pushes a shot of golden liquor through the grid to me, and I smile wide before lifting it to my mouth.
“Go ahead,” I taunt her. “But I have to warn you, it’s filled with TJ’s cum right now.
”
I don’t bother to look up and get permission, because even though I’m in a fucking cage in the center of the Ravens Ruin clubhouse, I’m not his pet.
The burn of the alcohol is a lackluster replacement for the feel of his skin, but my desires don’t seem to be top priority now.
“TJ wears condoms,” Xena counters. “Always.”
“Tell that to my pussy.” I push the shot glass back through the cage and take the second one she offers me.
Xena’s smile is wide and knowing as she tilts her head, indicating for me to look back at TJ.
“Touch me again without my permission, and you’ll never see the inside of this clubhouse again.” TJ releases the grip he has on Legs’s wrist. As she walks away, he turns his attention to some guy beside him. She’s an afterthought before she even makes it across the room. My eyes track Legs, but the sight of Kai with his mouth buried in some woman’s crotch as some huge guy pounds into him from behind captures my attention.
Next, it’s a breathy moan from the other side of the room that demands my eyes. Two women on their knees are taking turns sucking on a man’s cock as he holds a conversation with Lynch, TJ’s brother. Zoe, who I met earlier, sits on Lynch’s other side and smiles down at the women as they pleasure the man.
“Does it turn you on?” Xena’s voice is like the devious devil on my shoulder.
My tongue traces my lower lip as I nod, but my eyes never leave the action going on around the room. Everywhere I look, people are fucking and sucking and taking pleasure from each other. Some are being handled roughly, and before I met TJ I’d be concerned for their safety, but I’d bet my father’s life savings that there isn’t a dry pussy in this place. Each and every one of them is giving the others exactly what they want.
“Is this like some sort of orgy cult?” I whisper.
The scene playing out before me is something I’ve seen before, only these girls don’t seem high to the point of not being able to protest, and the men are pleasuring them as much as they are taking their pleasure from them. Consensualness is the difference, and fuck if it doesn’t change the atmosphere completely.
“We just like to have fun,” Xena answers as she pushes another shot into the cage for me.
