When he’d worked it in he relaxed his other hand so she could suck in more air. He clenched down on it again and she clawed at his hand even though she loved it, his control and her inability to win.
“Hector.” That was all Patrick said, just his name, and he seemed to fucking materialize next to her.
“Tsk, tsk,” he reprimanded in his cultured voice as he pried her fingernails off Patrick’s hand. One hand he moved behind her, trapping it between her back and Patrick’s chest. He twisted it upward just enough that she couldn’t move without more than just a twinge of pain.
Patrick relaxed his hand again, sliding it down over her jaw until he touched her collar. She pulled in another breath, her eyes locked on Douglas, and he stared at her face. He gauged her reaction to everything, keeping her safe, setting her free.
Patrick tightened on her collar, constricting the leather around her throat while Hector brought her other hand to him. He wrapped her fingers around his thick cock, trapping her there, tightening her hold on his shaft as he used her hand to jerk off.
Tension filled the room as her orgasm ramped up again.
The men, her men, plucked the tight string of her arousal, making it sing as it resonated through every inch of her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Douglas mumbled against her lips.
Patrick eased off her throat and she whimpered into Douglas’ mouth. He thrust his tongue inside and she sucked it like it would be her last taste of him.
Her hand tightened on Hector’s cock and he went still, maybe fighting to come or fighting not to come, she didn’t know, couldn’t think. He moved next to her, she knew it before his breath tickled her ear. He sucked the lobe of it into his mouth, worrying it with his teeth.
“Come, pretty girl, stop fighting us. We aren’t stopping until you give us what we want.”
With that, the knowledge she was powerless to stop it, to stop them for taking anything and everything she had to give, her orgasm bowled her over. As if she were caught in a riptide, her entire body quaked and she cried out, ripping her mouth away from Douglas. Her ear from Hector.
Pure awe washed through her, over her senses, heightening the pleasure coursing through her veins. She twitched and twisted, riding out the first orgasm they shared together. It was intense, delicious and trembles shook her slight frame until she moaned.
Before she could get embarrassed or pull away from them, Douglas said, “Sorry, you got that one wrong.”
She blinked, trying to focus on the piece of equipment over his shoulder. It took a few seconds of concentration but she could finally make out the shape of a T with a place for a head and two wrists to go. “But those are s-stocks.” She had to pause to breathe, moaning as he pulled his fingers from her dripping sex. An answering growl registered in her ear as Patrick slid his slick digits from her quivering ass. “How did I… How did I get it wrong?”
Douglas shrugged but a smile tugged his lips up. “Your pronunciation was off, so that point goes to the guys.”
She grinned back at him, still riding her wave of orgasmic aftereffects. Embarrassment normally clung to her as if it were a wet blanket but this time, with these men, all she could feel was the need to see them come.
To come again.
To be with them and make them happy.
It frightened her but she shoved that aside, wanting nothing to distract her from this one night with men she’d only ever dreamed she could be with.
Patrick walked to a closed door, opening it to reveal a bathroom where he turned on a faucet.
She shook her head again, trying to clear it. Without much prompting she had a very good idea of exactly how their game was going to go and she decided to test the waters. “Well then, the St. Andrews Cross, right next to the stocks is empty. I know I got that one right.”
“Ehh, ehh, ehh.” He shook his head slowly. “Not so fast, that one’s so easy we’re going to need a bit more information for the win. What country has a St. Andrews Cross on its national flag?”
Tremors of delicious aftershocks racked her body and her brain was a pile of no help. “I don’t know.”
Patrick whistled for her obvious error and Hector tsked again as he squeezed her hand around his cock. “Oh I’m sorry, miss, but the correct answer is, ‘What is Scotland?’ Better luck on the next piece of trivia.”
She turned her head to the next item, more than ready to get one right and trying not to get distracted by the hard shaft slowly fucking her fist. “It’s a spanking bench. I know that one’s a spanking bench.”
The men looked at each other and Patrick answered for them. “You’re absolutely right and since you were so enthusiastic about it, you get three points.”
She added three to her zero and came up with a red ass. “I’m starting to think this game is rigged.”
“Take it up with management later,” Douglas suggested in his most sub-friendly voice as he continued to stare at her.
Being hyperaware of the men watching her didn’t help much with her nervousness. But the more she saw of them, the more excited she got. The more she could focus on staying in the moment and what they were discussing and not what she thought she should or shouldn’t be feeling.
A flash of guilt nearly doubled her over. She should have been using the hidden camera her boss sent her to record what she found. Thankfully she’d forgotten it back at her hotel.
Sort of intentionally.
Who knew what would have happened to her if Nick had found it in her purse when he searched it earlier.
He would have kicked her out and much worse no doubt. If that had happened she wouldn’t be standing at the opening to a closet full of naughty toys, surrounded by more gorgeous men than she’d ever had the opportunity to meet, much less be with.
“What’s that smile for?” Patrick came back to her, nudged her chin up with his knuckles and moved in for a kiss.
She lingered in his expert touch for a few seconds and her smile grew. “Pretty happy at the moment, I’m not gonna lie.”
“I’m sure we can do better than that by the end of the evening.”
Hector removed her hand from his cock and went into the closet.
“Far be it from me to hold you back in any way from something you feel strongly about.”
He smiled, moving her to her knees. She went willingly and he leaned down, nuzzling her neck. “Such a giver.”
She laughed. A full, open laugh without reservations about how loud she was or that her mouth opened and her nose wrinkled. Forced orgasms apparently suited her quite well. “Why, yes I am. Remind me to show you by the end of the evening.” Using his words against him did the trick and he graced her with another beautiful smile.
“Will do.” He leaned in again and bit her neck, nipping harder than she was used to. Her knees would have buckled if she hadn’t already been on them.
He fisted her hair, which had mostly fallen out of its braid, holding her head steady, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants with the other hand. His erection was a nice, solid reminder of how very happy she hoped to be by the end of the night. He was long and thick, and her mouth watered at the sight of him so close.
Douglas walked around behind her, clipping her wrist cuffs together, and then he stepped next to Patrick, pulling his thick cock out of his pants.
“I believe you owe us some time and attention for losing the game.”
Douglas brushed the velvety smooth tip against her lips but Patrick wouldn’t let her have it.
“We didn’t even get to the end of the big stuff along the wall and you’re all ready to collect? I’m flattered but I might not be as good as you give me credit for.”
“We’ll be the judges of that.”
“Fuckin’ A,” mumbled Patrick as he released her hair.
Before she could lean forward to play, Hector moved behind her and gathered her hair into a ponytail. He fastened it with an elastic band. The sweet gesture made her feel safe with them. Cared for, even.
Before she could get all misty Hector brought something else from the closet.
He wrapped a thin strap—made out of some soft material that was strong—around her biceps close to her elbows. He cinched it tighter until her shoulders pulled back, forcing her shoulders down and her tits out.
“Oh and before we get started collecting on our end of your debt we have two things to cover.”
“Mmm,” was all she got out as she entwined her fingers together, locking them tight since she couldn’t move them much.
“Club standards on your safe words for now. Yellow is ‘slow down’. Red is ‘stop, motherfucker’. So what’s your ‘I’m totally done, quit touching me, you rat bastards’ word?”
She licked her lips at the sight of two cocks, out and ready for her mouth. “Red.”
“Good. Now for your reward.” Before she realized what Hector was going to do he whacked her five times really hard on the ass.
Warmth spread out, down to her knees, back up to her pussy and ass. But it didn’t stop there. It moved all the way up to her brain, which had felt floaty to begin with.
“This has been a very win-win situation,” she mumbled, unable to do anything about the predicament she’d gotten herself into.
“Indeed,” Douglas agreed as he stepped forward with his cock in hand. It even had a drop of pre-cum on the slit at the top and Laila couldn’t help but lick her lips at it.
“I’m no sore loser, gentlemen. I’m ready to pay up.” She tongued her top lip again, then looked up at them as Hector moved around in front of her. “But only when you’re ready to take it.”
“All for one and one for all,” Patrick said deep in the pit of his chest as he moved closer, with Douglas and Hector right beside him.
Chapter Six
Each of the men threaded a finger through a D-ring on her collar to hold her steady and direct her to where they wanted her.
Before they took her mouth she inhaled their scents. The combination of their musks hit her system like she was an addict taking a hit of her favorite drug. It flooded inside her like a wave crashing against a wall so high it could never be breached.
But they did.
They broke down her walls, every last one of them.
“Lick me. Lick my cock like you want me to lick your pussy right now.”
It was Hector on her left who spoke. He touched the head of his dick to her bottom lip, pulling it away from her when her tongue peeked out. She looked up at him with a question on her face. Dominance radiated from him, from all three of them, and she opened her mouth wide. She stuck her tongue out and he let her lick him like an ice cream cone. She savored that lick, relished it, swallowing the pre-cum she licked off the tip.
Douglas pulled her over and fitted his cockhead into her mouth when it opened in surprise. He fucked her mouth, setting a pace she could barely keep up with as she sucked him in over and over again.
She pulled away to catch her breath and he growled at her, grabbing a hold of her ponytail so she couldn’t move her head.
He slid his cock back in her mouth, farther, farther until her eyes shot up to his because he was at the back of her throat. He moved his fist closer to the end of his shaft and his knuckles brushed her lips. Then he drove into her mouth, relentless in his pursuit to take her mouth and own it.
“Relax your throat.” She tried but didn’t know how well she accomplished it. Her body sang when he cursed, crudely praising her. He pulled out of her mouth, holding the end of his cock right beneath the head. “Goddammit, I’m gonna come.”
He fought his release and power roared through her.
She licked the head of his dick, glancing off his fingers, making him hiss.
“Fuck. I need her.”
“Strip the bed. I want her mouth before Hector gets too determined.”
She glanced at Hector, then back to Patrick as Douglas went over to the bed.
Patrick’s cock slid into her mouth and she moaned at his flavor. She could get addicted to these men, so she closed her eyes to guard against just that notion.
He tugged her forward by his ring on her collar and she shivered at the tension it created on the back of her neck. She sucked him into her mouth, tonguing the bottom, swirling it around his flared head.
A hum started in her chest and echoed through her nose, brushing past his sensitive tip as he touched the back of her throat. “Your mouth, it’s fucking unreal.”
She’d liked giving head all right in the past but it was nothing like giving it to these men. She never questioned if they liked what she was doing. The worry of being good enough disappeared because they wouldn’t let her fail.
The knowledge that she trusted them completely flared to life somewhere deep inside. Thinking it before was something. Saying it out loud was a step in the right direction. But feeling it. Believing it. So. Very. Different.
The woman who lived bound and gagged inside her turned her head and looked at Laila for the first time in so many years, she’d forgotten they were the same person.
“Ready,” Douglas barked from the direction of the bed.
“Jesus.” Patrick shook, tugging his cock from her mouth. “You suck my dick like a pro, looking all innocent on your knees.” He tugged on her ring one last time then released it, stepping behind her.
Which just left…Hector.
His dark eyes should have scared her but they didn’t. Her body relaxed even as Patrick knelt behind her, wrapping his arms around her chest.
As Hector fed his shaft past her lips, she was momentarily confused why Patrick hugged her. Then hook by tiny hook, the tension released on her chest. He was removing her corset.
It came off much faster than it went on. When she was free, she breathed a relaxed sigh across the flesh of Hector’s cock. “Dammit.” He thrust both hands in her hair and fucked her face, working his cock into her throat. Thankfully he was thicker rather than longer. When she realized she wouldn’t suffocate, she was finally able to relax.
He moved off her with an explosion of movement. Fists clenched at his side, cock pointing upward toward his belly button. He hauled her to her feet and kissed her—hard. He took her mouth with his tongue just like he had done with his cock. He latched onto her arm, moving her toward the bed, growling in her ear. “I’m gonna come down that pretty throat of yours. While they’re fucking your pussy and your ass—your mouth is mine.”
The image he created in her mind left her soaking her crotchless panties.
The other two men waited at the side of the bed. Sexual tension filled the giant room and she shivered in anticipation.
Patrick pushed her panties from her legs then picked her up, placing her on her knees on the bed. She looked over her shoulder as he released the strap holding her arms together. She moaned as blood flow raced to her lower arms and hands.
Hector unclipped her wrists and refastened them in front of her. He pushed her over, making her bounce on her stomach. A mini shriek pierced the air but she groaned as the falling sensation settled in her pussy.
Patrick rolled her over and Douglas was there, coming from the opposite side of the bed. He leaned over, sucking a nipple and part of her tit into his mouth. He worked her flesh, sucking, biting, licking away the sting as she writhed on the bed.
Hector walked back up to the bed and she wondered where he’d gone. He handed one wider black strap with a buckle over to Patrick and kept one for himself.
They bent her knees, then went about strapping her bent lower leg to her upper leg. When they were done she could only move her legs open or closed.
Hector shoved her legs wide and licked her straight up the middle, nipping at the inner lips of her sex, making her whimper and beg. “Please, lick my clit, Hector. I want to come so bad.”
“Ready for another orgasm so soon, are you? I think I’ll make you wait this time. We have plans for you.”
His voice, rich with his baritone timbre, made her pussy tremble.
He fucked
his tongue into her pussy while Douglas bit at her nipple. She tossed her head on the bed until the mattress shifted.
Patrick climbed on next to her, turning her head to the side so he could work the head of his cock into her mouth.
They overwhelmed her, igniting some spark inside that reminded her of the Fourth of July—on crack.
Laila gasped as Hector slid at least a couple fingers in her pussy. He didn’t let her adjust to his thick digits, he just pushed them in deep several times, fucking her.
“I love how wet you get for us.”
He slowly pulled his hand away but in the next breath his fingers tucked against her asshole. He first slid in one and then another, pushing past the ultra-sensitive ring of tight muscles that Patrick had stretched earlier.
She tried to concentrate on the cock in her mouth and Douglas at her nipples but she couldn’t focus. She could only follow their orders—verbal and otherwise—and feel. Her legs were restless and her feet? She couldn’t keep them still.
They tapped into a side of her she didn’t know really existed.
“I want inside your ass when I come, little Laila.” As if some unspoken decision had been made, all of the men moved. Douglas and Patrick donned condoms while Hector hauled her over to one side of the bed.
Patrick settled on his back in the middle, picking her up as if she weighed nothing. With her back against his chest he trapped her legs against her breasts, shifting her a bit to one side. Her head rested against his shoulder again, just like it had when they were standing by the wall of equipment earlier.
“The noises you make. Fuck. I’m gonna come before I even get in your ass.”
The feel of the collar around her throat made her think of his hand on it earlier. “I liked coming on your fingers.”
Douglas climbed on the bed, kneeling between Patrick’s legs, and he ran a thumb across her clit.
Fingers delved into her pussy and she didn’t know whose. That thought made her sex clench, begging for something to fill it.
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