by L. A. Boruff
Clay craned his neck to peer out of the glass panel beside the front door. “She’s walking up the path.”
“Get into the cellar,” Isaac told him. “Be ready for when we bring her down.”
The big Southern blond nodded, and slipped away, heading down into the cellar.
The front door cracked open, and Darcy’s small, slender form stepped through. “Hey, guys. I’m ho—”
Isaac didn’t give her the chance to finish. He stepped forward, his body behind hers. In one fluid motion, he slipped one arm around her waist, pulling her back flush with the front of his body, and clamped his palm over her mouth.
He leaned in and spoke against her ear, knowing how she always said how sexy his British accent was. “Hello, love. We’ve got you now.”
She froze in his grip then started to struggle.
Kingsley stepped forward and caught up her feet. She kicked out at him, but it was half-hearted. She’d have known there was no way any of them would ever hurt her. They’d each lay down their lives for her if they had to. This was all for fun.
Together, he and Kingsley carried her away from the door, and Lorcan stepped forward and slammed it shut. They wouldn’t want anyone disturbing them.
Between them, they carried her down into the cellar. Darcy’s blue eyes widened at the sight. Candles of different shapes and sizes had been lit and their glow flickered across the dark space. Since she’d been out, they’d transformed the cellar into a den of pleasure.
A bed was positioned in the middle of the room—four poster, of course, so they had the pillars at each corner to tie her to. There was a chair as well, with arms they could use to anchor the restraints. A number of sex toys had been laid out across the mattress, and handcuffs were attached to the arms of the chair.
It was the chair they took her to first. Isaac nodded to Kingsley, and together they carried her over and set her down. The others moved in—Lorcan, and Clay, and tall, lanky Alex, who worked as a doctor and would make sure none of this went too far on her physically.
Isaac took his hand off her mouth.
“What the hell are you guys doing?” she blurted. “What is all this?”
“An anniversary present, love,” he said with a smirk. “Remember how we captured you when we first met, how we kept you down in the cellar?”
Her eyebrows arched. “I could hardly forget.”
“We thought we’d recreate some of that for you, only with a little more pleasure involved this time.”
“And what if I try to run?”
His smirk widened. “Then we’ll be forced to chase you.”
She glanced down and bit her lower lip in a way that made his dick hard. Then she raised her gaze back to his and he saw the fire in her eyes that had made him fall in love with her in the first place. “But then you’ll have to catch me.”
With that, she burst from the chair, heading toward the stairs. She was fast, but Lorcan and Clay were faster, both of them lunging after her. She squealed as Lorcan caught her arm then Clay scooped her around the waist. Getting into the game, she struggled between them, kicking out.
“Keep still, Sugar,” Clay growled, “or you’re going to end up with a spanking.”
That only caused her to struggle harder, Isaac observed with amusement. A spanking could certainly be given. He had the tools with which to do it, making sure they had a flogger with strands of the softest leather. And there was always his hand.
“Get her back in the chair,” he commanded. “And cuff her this time.”
Clay threw her back into the chair.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked.
A slow smile spread across Isaac’s face. “Everything. We’re going to do everything to you. We’re going to leave you panting, and begging, and so wrung out from pleasure that you’re not going to be able to move for a day.”
Her eyes widened, and her limbs went slack. “Oh, wow.”
All five of the men stepped in to surround her. Alex moved to one of her hands, using the cuffs he’d already hooked around the arms of the chair to clip her wrists into place.
“Take off her pants,” Isaac instructed.
They did as he said, roughly unbuttoning her jeans, and then yanking them from her hips, and dragging them off, together with her sneakers, and throwing them to one side. Now she only wore her panties and shirt, which made for much easier access. He’d rip them off, if he had to.
Isaac stood in front of her. She still had that sharp glint to her eyes, as though somehow she was the one who was in the position of power, despite being half dressed and cuffed to a chair.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
She jutted her chin. “Nervous, excited. Horny.”
A slow smile crossed his face. “Good. Exactly how I want you to feel.” He moved close enough to touch her chin, tilting her face up further, and then he leaned in and placed his lips to hers—lips he’d kissed a thousand times but would never grow tired of. Her mouth opened for him, and their tongues touched, sparks of arousal condensing in his balls. He was aware of the others watching, standing around, each patiently waiting their turn. And they would all get a turn with her—there was no doubt in that.
Isaac’s lips left hers to feather kisses across her jaw and down her neck. Her head dropped back, giving him better access to her throat. He nipped her skin and she let out a sound that came somewhere between a gasp and a groan. His hand went to the top button of her shirt and he flicked it open one-handed, before moving to the next. He was aware of the others around him, of the sexual tension building in the air. They all wanted a piece of her.
He reached the final button and the shirt fell open, revealing her small, perfect breasts, housed within a white lace bra, and her slender, flat stomach. Unable to remove the shirt fully, as her arms were cuffed to the chair, he pushed the shirt from her shoulders. She yanked her forearms up, as though frustrated she couldn’t get the shirt off, but she was held back by the cuffs, the metal clinking.
There was something incredibly erotic about seeing her cuffed to the chair in only her underwear and half a shirt.
Her head tilted to one side as he kissed her neck and palmed her breast. He slipped the strap from her shoulder then tugged down the cup to expose her tit. Her nipple crinkled immediately and he ran his thumb over the top and then gently pinched and twisted her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
“I think our girl could do with some more hands on her.” He looked up at the men around her. “Clay, get over here.”
Clay grinned and pushed his hand through his hair. “Yes, boss.”
They would tease her until she was begging for it.
Isaac cupped her breast, squeezing it so the nipple jutted outward for Clay’s eager mouth. Clay closed his lips over the dusky pink tip. From the way Darcy’s lips parted and she inhaled a breath, the southerner was doing a good job.
Isaac released her breast and slipped his hand downward, over her flat stomach, to the waistband of her panties. She squirmed against the seat, and he guessed she was already wet.
“Alex,” he said, addressing the tall blond, “I think Darcy is missing being kissed.”
“I’m on it.” Because of his height, Alex dropped to his knees rather than stooping over. He kissed her, deep and passionate, while Clay moved his attention from the breast Isaac had offered to the other one.
Isaac slipped his hand lower, and noted how Darcy lifted her backside from the chair, tilting her hips forward to give him better access. He slid his finger over the soft, swollen nub of her clit, and then lower, parting her folds. As he’d guessed, she was already wet, and all he needed to do was hook his finger to push inside her. She clenched around him, and he grew unbearably hard. He wanted her so badly, but there was more they had planned for her.
He looked back at the men. Lorcan and Kingsley both waited their turn with similar expressions of lust.
“Who’s the best with their tongue?” he asked.
Lorcan gave a slow smile. “I think I’m up for that job.”
The tattooed bad boy moved forward, coming to rest between Darcy’s thighs. With Isaac’s fingers still inside her, Lorcan hooked the elastic of her panties and rolled them down her thighs. Lorcan dropped to his knees and buried his face in her pussy, lapping at her clit while Isaac continued to finger her, his hand angled to one side to give Lorcan access.
Darcy’s breath came ragged. She twitched and shuddered and gasped beneath their administrations.
“Kingsley,” Isaac beckoned the big man over. “Come and take over.”
Kingsley grinned. “Sure thing.”
Isaac slipped his fingers from Darcy’s body and straightened, while Kingsley took his place. His cock pressed painfully against the inside of his pants. Alex was still kissing her, but Isaac wanted use of her mouth now. He unzipped his fly and cool air hit his heated flesh. He pulled out his cock, palming the length and giving himself a couple of strokes.
“My turn, Alex,” he told the other man.
Alex stopped kissing her and glanced over to where Isaac stood on the other side of her, his erection lined up with Darcy’s face. It was impossible for her not to notice his cock right there, and a smile touched her lips, shiny with Alex’s saliva and swollen from the kissing.
Obediently, she turned toward Isaac and opened up.
Isaac stepped forward, nudging his cock against her mouth. Her lips circled the tip. She gazed up at him with her big, blue eyes, and bobbed her head forward, taking him to the back of her throat. Her lips slid down his length, and, as she moved back again, she swirled her tongue over the head. The pleasure was insane, his balls tingling and his cock as hard as iron. The whole of his lower body was rigid as she moved back and forth, his thighs and ass taut. He took hold of her head, wanting to increase her pace and fuck her mouth, shoving himself deep into her throat, but he held himself back. This was supposed to be about her, not him, and he wanted for her to enjoy this. But she still had Lorcan licking her clit, and Kingsley’s fingers inside her, while both Clay and Alex were now suckling on her nipples. He couldn’t imagine how it must feel to have so many hands and mouths on a person at one time. She must feel like she was going out of her mind.
Remembering the reason he’d set this up in the first place, he pulled his cock from her mouth. He wanted to come inside her, to fill her up with his seed.
The removal of his cock meant she was able to focus on the pleasure the others were giving her. From the expression on her face, he could tell she was close. Her eyes slipped shut, and her fingers curled around the arms of the chair, her knuckles white. The muscles in her stomach and thighs were taut beneath the heads of the men pleasuring her. Her heavy breathing turned into moans and little cries.
Isaac reached out and took her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “It’s okay, love. You can come now.”
And she did, her eyes squeezed shut, her back arching from the seat, her arms pulling at the restraints of the cuffs so the metal dug into her skin. He thought he might come himself, just standing there, watching her orgasm, and he masturbated as he watched her jerk and shudder in the throes of her climax.
Darcy
Her body went slack as the final tremors of her orgasm flashed through her like tiny electric shocks.
The men, sensing she needed a moment to find her equilibrium, lifted their faces from her breasts, their fingers from her pussy, their mouths from her clit. She was still handcuffed to the chair, but she sensed it wouldn’t be for much longer. The bed called to her, and she didn’t think they’d have gone to all this trouble to set the four poster up down here unless they planned on making good use of it. She’d spotted other things as well—silk scarves looped around the posts of the bed, and a number of toys set out across the sheets. She might have had her first orgasm of the day, but she doubted it would be her last.
Kingsley crouched at her feet and lifted one foot into his large palm, slowly but firmly massaging the sole, and then he slipped his hand higher to work the knots from her calf. The massage relaxed the tension from her body as the endorphins filled her with bliss.
“Do you remember the massage I gave you when we first met?” he asked, looking up at her with his soulful brown eyes. “I knew then we’d be intimate like this one day. The moment my fingers touched your skin, it was like fireworks went off inside me.”
Darcy sucked in a breath and nodded. “How could I ever forget?”
He lifted her foot to his mouth and parted his full lips. His pink tongue sneaked out and touched the tip of her toe. She giggled and tried to pull her foot away, but he held firm. “That tickles,” she said.
But then he opened his mouth fully and drew her big toe in over his tongue. Wet and hot, she had the sudden mental flash that this must be a fraction of what the guys felt when she sucked their cocks. The thought alone was enough to send a fresh shot of desire through her.
“Uncuff her,” Isaac commanded, and Kingsley released her foot.
Isaac still stood with his pants open, his cock in his hand. Would he be the first to take her? She thought so. He’d always been the leader of their group.
Alex and Clay moved in to release the locks of the cuffs holding her wrists to the chair. Her arms were free now, so she was able to push the remainder of her shirt from her body. One of the guys had already rid her of her panties, and her bra was barely on, the cups pulled down to expose both tits. Feeling like there wasn’t much point in the item staying on, she reached behind her back and unclipped the clasp then dropped the bra to the floor.
She was naked now, while the men were all still dressed. She’d liked it when she’d tried to run and they’d caught her, and figured it would be even more fun now she was naked.
Isaac instructed the others again. “Bring her over to the bed.”
“What if I don’t want to go,” she said, playfully.
Clay reached for her, and she jerked away and jumped up from the chair. She knew she wouldn’t get far, but that wasn’t the point. Kingsley’s big body blocked the way between her and the stairs—not that she’d thought she stood any chance of reaching them, or had any intention of actually running.
She darted between them, but they outnumbered her five to one, and she was surrounded. Even so, she liked the sensation of five men staring her down, naked, and she tried to slip between them, only for Clay’s arms to wrap back around her waist and hold her tight. The hard ridge of his erection pressed against her lower back. Darcy wriggled against him as though struggling to break free, but knowing she was making him even harder.
“She’s being very naughty,” Clay growled, a teasing tone to his voice.
“I agree,” Kingsley stated. “I think she needs to be punished.”
Lorcan gave a chuckle. “I have a feeling she wants to be.”
Clay held her closer. “Is that right, sugar? Do you want to be punished?”
Her breath caught and she nodded.
“You got it, sweetheart.”
He picked her up and threw her face down on the bed. She landed with her knees tucked under her body, her nose pressed against the mattress, her bottom up in the air.
“I think she needs that spanking now,” Clay said.
Darcy hid her smile against the mattress, and braced herself. Sure enough, the sweeping of air came behind her, and Clay’s palm hit her bare ass cheek with a crack. She gave a little squeal, and he smoothed his hand across her bottom, soothing away the sting.
“Now my turn,” came Lorcan’s low growl.
He leaned over and picked up the flogger from beside her head. Her heart rate increased, and she bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut, waiting for the lick of the leather strands.
The sweep of the leather cut through the air behind her and bit into her skin. She gave a cry, but the pain had a direct line to her pussy, and her core tightened with pleasure. She wanted more.
The men took it in turns, using what they had at hand to spank
her. By the time they’d each had their turn, her bottom was flaming hot, and her pussy soaked. Endorphins made her lightheaded and almost euphoric.
Isaac was the one who finished behind her. He put his arm around her waist and lifted her hips higher, and then used his hands to spread her legs, exposing her pussy to him.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmured. “God, you’re beautiful.”
His finger traced the outline of her folds, and she shivered with desire.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked. “Ready for all of us?”
She nodded against the mattress, not trusting herself to speak.
Around her, she heard more than saw the men undress—the clink of belt buckles, the rasp of zippers, the whisper of material hitting the floor. She couldn’t help but peep to catch sight of them standing around the bed, watching, with their erections either held in hand or bobbing out toward her.
From behind, the head of Isaac’s cock pressed against her heated pussy. She was so wet, he slid in easily, first only a couple of inches, allowing her to stretch around him, and then shunting in deep.
She cried out, her fingers fisting the sheets. The other men were all standing around the bed, watching Isaac fuck her. Each waiting their turn.
She was so sensitized from both the spanking and her earlier orgasm, she could feel every ridge and vein of Isaac’s cock as he moved inside her. He started slow, but then increased his pace, his balls slapping against her pussy. His fingers dug into her hips as his movements grew faster. She’d only just orgasmed and had a long ride ahead of her. She was going to take him and each of the others, and she wouldn’t be able to climax with all of them. She was fine with that. Too many orgasms would make it impossible for her to function.
