by Dark Angel
I grind my dripping pussy down on his throbbing crotch before sliding the zipper down.
I pull his pants away from his tanned legs with my teeth.
“Nice trick, Sweets,” Spencer says once he’s stripped.
The four of them stand.
“Over here,” Killian calls, pointing to an open spot in the middle of the room. I step off the couch and start to walk towards it, but Spencer catches me by the waist and turns me to face him.
“In this room, you’re on your knees unless told otherwise. Here, you bow, so outside we can lift you up,” he commands.
That’s…incredibly poetic.
There’s steel in my surfer dude. He sharply smacks my ass, and I fall to my knees in front of him. Without further instruction, I kiss the top of his foot and look up to see him smiling down at me.
He points over to Killian, still standing by the spot they want me.
I crawl again. When I reach Killian standing in the middle of the room, I bend down and kiss the top of his foot; Derek and Xane join us, and I do the same for them.
“Good girl,” whispers Derek.
“Two errors in just the first few minutes. Your little attempts to make up for them won’t save you from the spanking you deserve, Angel,” Killian says. “Xane, why don’t you secure her hands?”
Xane has a length of silk rope in his hands. He loops the rope around my upper arms, ties a knot, then loops it again. He does this down to my wrists then secures the end with a looping knot.
“Dragonfly,” he murmurs.
The linked rope bites into my skin and holds my arms behind me, thrusting my chest up. I sit back on my heels and look up at the four Adonises standing over me. My mouth waters, wishing it were full of cock, and my pussy drips for the same reason.
“Up on your knees, Princess. Show off that glorious ass,” Derek says behind me.
I rise up on my knees. Derek puts a leather crop between my thighs and taps lightly.
“Spread those legs, love,” he says.
I slide my knees apart and hold my head high.
The first loud slap of the crop on my ass makes me jump. Derek strikes again, and the shock runs through my whole body. I open my mouth in surprise, and Spencer rams his hard cock into it.
I gag at the length hitting the back of my throat. I wrap my lips around his shaft and swirl the head of his cock with my tongue. I moan against Spencer’s cock while Derek smacks my ass again and again with the crop.
A sudden sting across my breasts jerks my attention to Killian holding a short whip. He slaps my perky breasts with it again. He smiles, looking down at me, my mouth full of cock, arms tied behind me, and a red pattern forming on my round ass.
He strikes my chest again with the whip; a line of fire and pleasure burns across my skin.
Xane is kneeling next to me. He catches the end of the rope hanging from my wrists. Between strikes of the crop, he runs it between my spread legs.
The rope is immediately slick with my dripping juices as he runs it between my pussy lips.
Killian pauses his strokes across my breasts, while Xane runs the rope up my body and connects it to the top of the binding on my arms. My breath is coming quickly from the sting and the strike of my punishment.
The rope between my legs shifts with every heave of my chest, pulling the taut silk harshly against my clit.
My eyes water, and my moans come faster and faster around the throbbing cock filling my mouth. Spencer’s hands are in my hair. I can see Xane slowly stroking his own cock out of the corner of my eye as he watches the other three spank me and fuck my willing mouth.
Between the rope and the painful pleasure of the whip and crop, I’m already on the edge of orgasm. I close my eyes and take in what’s happening to me. What do you think I look like bound and collared like this?
What would you give to be in my position?
My hands are grasping the air behind my back. With every strike, I groan and try to take more of Spencer’s cock into my throat. I choke and he pulls away; Derek and Killian stop as well.
Killian puts his hands in my hair and stands me up forcefully.
“Look at me,” Killian says, his voice soft but commanding.
I open my eyes to look into his; I find myself immediately drowning in their dark blue fire. He runs his hands down my face, cupping my cheeks. His hands continue down my body tracing the lines his whip made across my chest.
His soft fingers send bolts of electricity up and down my body.
Xane comes up behind me and double-checks the knots on my arms. His long fingers trace the red pattern left on my ass by Derek’s crop. He tugs on the top of the rope, sliding the silk across my clit again.
I gasp, my eyes widening. Killian presses a finger against my lips.
“Shhh,” he says. “We should keep that mouth full of cock, don’t you think?”
“Maybe. Until we let her come…I like her O-face unobstructed. Don’t you?” answers Xane.
“Lads, I think the girl has learned her lesson. She deserves a thick cock now,” Derek says as he brings a velvet-covered bench over to where we’re standing.
He sets it next to me. Killian nods and grips my hair again. He turns me towards the bench and presses me face down.
The soft velvet teases the crisscrossing marks the whip made across my chest, and the sudden quick movement drags the silk across my cunt again. I cry out with pleasure at the myriad of sudden sensations. My open mouth is once again filled suddenly; this time Derek’s huge cock presses into the back of my throat.
I tilt my head up to better suck on him.
I feel cold metal at the top of my ass, and the silk rope running between my legs is suddenly cut, falling loosely under me. My hands stay bound, but now there’s nothing stopping them from filling my dripping slit.
Xane is standing in front of me, holding his thick dick next to my mouth, waiting for the chance to let me taste his dripping pre-cum next.
As soon as the silk is out of the way, Killian’s throbbing cock head presses against my wet pussy lips. He slides into me slowly, stretching my cunt to fit his massive cock. His fingers circle my tight asshole, and he picks up speed, thrusting deep into my needy cunt.
Xane slaps my cheek with his cock, and Derek pulls his out of my mouth, letting Xane ram his cock down my throat. They do this again and again, trading off and slapping my face with their sticky cocks, leaving trails of saliva mixed with their delicious pre-cum.
Killian moans as he buries his full twelve inches deep in my cunt, ramming into my cervix, sending waves of pleasure crashing through my body. He thrusts hard and deep into me a few more times; I can already feel his cock start to spasm. He’s about to come, but he stops himself.
The other two pull their cocks away from my face and let him pull me up. Killian’s cock is still deep in my pussy while he pulls me to my knees on the velvet bench; he pulls away from me and for a moment, I’m alone and left wanting more.
They look at me, their eyes dancing across my skin. I have never felt as beautiful as I do right now, with the four of them drinking me in with their eyes.
Spencer is the first to move. He sits on the bench and kisses me deeply. Our tongues entwine, and I can’t tell if I’m breathing or if he’s breathing for me.
His hand teases my legs apart again, and with one finger, he traces my pussy lips. A shudder runs through me. He lies down on the bench, pulling me towards him.
His cock slowly fills my pussy, and with my sigh, the others surround me again.
Derek’s cock presses against my asshole. He slowly works it in; its slick with pre-cum and saliva, sliding into me with ease.
I’m filled in to the absolute brim. My cunt walls spasm and grasp at Spencer’s cock as he glides across my G-spot, and Derek fills my tight asshole, stretching me and driving me to the absolute brink.
“Come for me, Gem. Show me that beautiful O-face,” Xane commands, moving to stand in front of me. Derek holds my bound h
ands behind me, arching my back and giving Killian and Xane full view of my face as I finally let go.
I feel the world crash around me and hear “Fuck” shouted in the distance repeatedly. Spiraling back to my body arched in pleasure, I realize the shout came from me, immediately followed by Xane and Killian letting me know what I good girl I am. Spencer and Derek are groaning with pleasure at the spasms running through my body, milking their cocks, driving them to the edge with me.
Spencer’s fingers dig into my hips where he holds me tight to him, and he drives himself balls deep into my cunt again and again. Derek holds my bound hands with one hand and my hair tight with the other.
My neck is arched back from a gentle pressure from the collar at my throat. My breath is ragged, coming in short and fast bursts. Killian steps in and puts a hand on my throat right above the collar.
His pressure is harder when he kisses me. I can’t catch my breath; I live on his command. His mouth against mine is the only oxygen I need in this very moment.
His tongue massages mine, and I forget everything but the bodies using mine. The world crashes around me again. Stars flash bright behind my eyes.
Killian lets go of my throat and holds my face gently in his hand while I come hard on Spencer and Derek’s thrusting cocks.
Xane is beside me now.
I see a flash of metal in his hand momentarily before it darts behind me, and the binding silk falls away from me. My arms fall forward, loops of silk pooling around my wrists. I fall forward, but Killian and Spencer catch me.
Xane wraps his strong long fingers around my jaw.
“Open up, Gem. Killian was right. We should keep your mouth full of cock.”
My mouth falls open automatically, and Xane’s cock is immediately against my tongue. Killian stands and brings my hand to his own cock. I stroke him while swallowing as much of Xane’s cock as I can.
My men use my body. 48 inches of throbbing cock, and I’m the lucky girl to get all of it. The world has fallen away; I’m theirs to command, and I obey. It’s absolute pleasure to be theirs.
I feel myself building towards another orgasm, and so are they.
Five sets of lungs breathe in rhythm. Four cocks pulse to match the walls of my pussy.
As one, we dive into the oblivion of simultaneous crashing orgasm.
Spencer’s cock splatters my throbbing walls, his hot cum flooding my pussy to the brim and immediately dripping down my thigh on to the velvet beneath us.
My ass can’t hold all of Derek’s sticky cum as he keeps thrusting, and I can feel it drip down to mix with Spencer’s cum running down my legs.
Xane’s tastes hot and sweet; I try to gulp down as much as I can, but it leaks out my mouth and splashes on my heaving breasts.
Killian’s cum splatters across my body, crossing the lines from the whip on my chest mixing with the cum dripping from my chin.
For one long moment, time has completely stopped. The only noise in the room is our combined ragged breathing and the thumping rhythm of our beating hearts.
Xane is the first to finally move. He slowly pulls his softening cock from my mouth. I swirl the tip of his cock with my tongue one more time, trying desperately to catch the last sweet drops of his cum.
Derek pulls me to his chest and holds me tight, while he and Spencer slip out from inside me.
“You make quite the beautiful mess, Angel,” Killian says, softer than I think he would like.
I look down at my cum-soaked skin. I run a hand up my thigh—catching Derek and Spencer’s cum mixed with my own—and across my chest—scooping up hot globs of Killian’s. Finally, I run two fingers across my chin for the last drops of Xane’s cum to complete the concoction.
I’m still completely covered, but in my hand is a tempting glob of all of us together. I open my mouth and swallow the whole lot.
They smile at me in a mixture of affection and pride.
Who knew vacations could be this good?
Chapter 30
Julia
This is what life’s supposed to be: great sex, great men, great food…this is heaven.
I lie back on a plush lounge chair, staring up at the deep blue sky, reveling in my post-orgasm bliss.
The sun beats down on me with its pleasant warmth, and the ocean spray leaves the perfectly salty tingle in the air. The waves lapping against the side of the boat is the perfect soundtrack to the relaxing environment.
I don’t know if I ever want to leave this.
These men are fucking incredible. I don’t quite understand how they’ve put together a life like this, but their risks along the way have obviously paid off.
I guess my last question is—can I really fit into all of this?
I sit up and take a look around me. They’re each lounging just like I am, reveling in the peace and satisfaction we all share.
“Well, I need a shower before all this dries on me too much,” I say, bringing a laugh from all of us. They each give me a kiss and a smack on my ass as I walk by to go below deck.
Even the shower is fantastic on this boat. Massaging jet sprays line all the walls, hitting my body from every angle, while soft mist pours out from above me in a gentle mix of rain and fog. Like everything about these guys, it’s absolutely luxurious.
As I finish cleaning myself up, I start to hear a strange, intermittent buzzing noise. I can’t quite place the location, so I shrug it off as a part of the ship. Once I reach my room, however, the buzzing gets stronger and more incessant.
Did they plant a vibrator in my room as a joke or something? I wonder to myself.
I shrug it off for the moment. I’m pretty spent, and I can find it dressed just as easily as I can naked. The buzzing finally fades away as I pull a comfortable evening shirt over my head, and I can finally think a little better.
There’s something familiar about it, but the memory just seems so very distant now. It’s hard to even think about much that happened before this mind-blowing vacation.
Suddenly, the buzzing starts up again, and I immediately recognize it.
“My phone!” I yell.
I dash over to the closet of clothes they have for me, throwing things here and there in a mad dig to find it. Buzzing must mean we have signal, and a buzz must mean something important…
My company! There must be something going wrong if they’re calling me!
I finally find it and fumble with the screen. It’s a call from my assistant. Three percent battery.
Just enough to answer this call at least.
As I slide to answer the call, I notice the voicemail and text notifications as well. I take a moment to slide the top of the screen down, just to get a quick peek.
Seventeen voicemails and forty-six text messages.
What the fuck? The whole building must be on fire. My company must be dying.
I scramble to answer the call.
“H-hello?!” I scream into it before I even have it up to my face.
“Oh shit, Julia!” my assistant says.
“Yes! What’s wrong, what’s going on? What’s the status on everything? Tell me as much as you can!”
“I really didn’t expect you to answer since you were on vacation! How’s everything going? Hope you’re finally having a great time!” she says.
“Fuck the vacation! What’s wrong with my fucking company?” I yell in a panic.
“Huh? Oh, nothing! I was just going to leave you a message to let you know we’re placing a new computer order,” she says, a hint of mirth behind her voice.
“It’s not that much, though. I know you said not to call unless it was above $2000, but the whole order comes up to around $1800, so I just wanted to let you know, since it’s so close to what you asked.”
“O-Oh…” I say, every bit of me still on edge. “Well, what about all the other voicemails? The load of text messages? I’m sorry I haven’t been in contact, I’ll be back as soon as I can to—”
I stop. I realize the line’s compl
etely silent. My phone died.
There’s no way it’s only a computer order that’s gone wrong!
I start digging through every inch of my room looking for the charger, but there’s no sign of it whatsoever.
“Ma’am, is everything alright?” one of the servants pokes his head through the door. “I don’t mean to intrude, but I heard a bit of a ruckus, so I had to make sure of your safety.”
“Uh, yeah, sorry,” I say, sheepishly looking at the mess I’ve made of the room. “Hey, are you able to get me a phone charger? It’s pretty urgent.”
“I’m afraid I can’t, per Killian’s orders,” he says. “He has a few somewhere, but I’m not sure the exact location.”
Everything’s wrong. They’re just holding me here, keeping me from my business, practically holding me hostage!
Do they want it to fail? Do they want me to go crazy? Is this all just a game for them to seduce me?
I push past the man in my door way and stomp my way up to the upper deck. The sun is blinding, and for a moment, I can’t see them at all. Did they leave somehow?
No. As my eyes adjust, I see them all lounging; Killian, Derek, and Xane each have drinks in hand. Spencer is asleep on his chair.
Just seeing them brings a little calm to my mind…but it’s not enough.
This isn’t right anymore.
“I need a helicopter to New York,” I say firmly as they jolt, staring at me, confused. “Now! Please…”
“Is everything okay, Jules?” Spencer asks.
Chapter 31
Julia
“No!” I scream.
What the hell’s wrong with me?
I’m being irrational—but right now, I need to get off this fucking boat and back on dry land. I need to get my head straight, and I can’t do that when all I want is sex. I have never behaved like this in the past.
Why do they have such a hold on me?
Wrapping my arms around myself, I watch out the window at the waves, building and releasing their tension. If it were only that easy in life for all the problems to disappear…
