Hide, Don't Seek

Chapter 26~

Fucking, fuckity, fuck, fuck.

We spent the last ten minutes staring at Beatrice, completely enraptured as she entered the club. The way her ass seemed to sway with the music no matter where she was in the room and how her eyes lit up as she watched the entertainers from behind her delicate mask had me hard as a rock.

I’ve loved her from afar for years, but tonight, I get to show her how good I can be for her, how good we can be. I trust these guys with my life, and after they stopped pushing for information about her, I realized I do trust them with her, too.

We’ve been visiting the place since it first opened seven years ago. The owner, Lola, opened this place to allow women to feel safe exploring their sexuality. Society”s view on women’s sexuality sucks. Lola hopes this place can help them explore those desires safely with like-minded people.

When Ama started, she became like a little sister to us. We know all of her tells, having watched over her so many times, and it was immediately apparent that she loved Beatrice from the moment they met.

After Jim, Lola’s husband, announced Ama’s birthday and began playing that song, I think we all lost our patience. We watched as Bea shuffled over to the bar and downed another shot. My knuckles turned white as she began sensually dancing by herself, her body swaying deliciously.

Even”s control must have snapped as he abruptly stood and marched her way. The rest of us took that as our cue, the key to room 4 burning a hole in my pocket. We’d already decided he would approach her first, then bring her to us.

And now, here we are, pacing the room like animals in a cage.

Charlie grunts before he walks over to the speaker and clicks through the little phone secured to the cabinet. The Internet is connected, and the phone’s BlueTooth is connected to a small speaker, but they were somehow able to disable all apps and messaging services, so the only working app is YouTube Music. This way, no pictures or videos could be leaked. Lola and Jim are very particular about privacy; something that helps all of the patrons feel comfortable.

Wicked Games by The Weeknd quietly drifts through the room. Danny busies himself lighting candles around the room, and I—well, I’m just trying to hide the fact that I’m trembling violently.

“You ok, Hacker?” Charlie’s nickname for me rolls off his tongue. But, it’s lacking its usual playfulness. I peer over at him and feel his all-knowing gaze bore into my mask. Even though he can’t see my eyes, I know he can see my damn soul. Perceptive bastard.

With a shrug and a non-committal nod, I brush off his concern. I clear my throat, trying to dislodge the emotions that are threatening to drown me.

Two rapid knocks on the door make me jump right before it swings open.

Even’s big bulky frame fills the doorway, and the air backs up in my lungs. With a barely perceptible nod, he steps into the room with Bea trailing behind him. I look down and notice she’s gripping his hand so tightly that her knuckles are white.

The dim lighting in the room casts shadows across her face, but I can see her bright blue eyes across the room. She’s a damn vision. Tight, black ripped jeans, a shirt hanging off her shoulder, showing off her little tattoo and her perfect fucking collarbone. I want to run to her and wrap her in a hug and beg her to forgive me…but I don’t. I keep my feet glued to the floor.

Once she steps in, Even leans back behind her and locks the door with a schnik. As quiet as it is, it seems to echo throughout the room.

Bea leans back against the door, biting down on her perfect plump lip and spinning a little silver ring around her thumb. I’ve seen it before. It’s an anxiety ring that rotates and says, “Just Breathe.” I don’t actually know if it helps her, but I do know she spins it constantly.

Even looks down at her, takes her hand in his, and asks, “Do you still want this, B? Want us all?”

Her eyes widen, and I see her body shiver. I stay perfectly still, barely breathing as she makes her decision.

She takes her time, taking us all in; separated around the room so as to not overwhelm her. After the longest moment of silence, she looks back at Even and nods.

“Words, baby girl.” His voice deepens, signaling to the rest of us that his Dom is taking over.

Goosebumps scatter across her arms, and I watch as she squeezes her thighs together subtly. “Y-yes.” It’s barely above a whisper, but it’s what Even needed, what we all needed.

It feels like a collective breath is released around the room, and we all shift as he whispers, “Good girl.”

Stepping away from her, Even backs up towards the bed, never turning away from her. His voice is low and intense as he introduces each of us. Starting with Charlie, “I know you like the letter names, so we can stick with that.” Going around the room, he nods at each of us, “This is C, that’s D, and that’s S.”

Her whole body begins trembling, and I can see her eyes blown wide with lust already. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I possess to stand here and wait for the signal.

With a lone finger, he summons her over. She takes a few tentative steps before standing in front of him. He gently moves his hands to her hips before positioning her to turn around with him, plastering his front to her back while facing out toward the rest of us.

“B is a very good girl,” he purrs near her ear, causing her to shuffle a little. His hand travels from her hip, up over her shirt, to her breast. Then, he stops; he leaves it there like a silent command only she understands.

“But she really likes to be a dirty girl, don’t you, baby girl?” Her eyes roll back, and she moans as her head falls against his shoulder.

He squeezes her breast roughly, her whimper causing my cock to throb painfully. “Y-yes, sir.”

Groans echo around the room as we all step forward.

The guys move forward, but I hold my free hand up to stop them. “Before we get started, we need to be on the same page. I already let the guys know your preferences, but I want us all to be on the same page.”

She nods shakily and whines as I move my hand back to her hip.

“You’ll have to share, baby. This is your show. We’re just here to pleasure you.” She blushes the most beautiful crimson color, and I watch over her shoulder in fascination as it slowly travels down her neck. At the same time, I feel her body go rigid against mine, giving away how uncomfortable she is about vocalizing her needs. We’ll have to work on that.

She bites her sexy lip and looks at the others standing around the room. I watch, enamored, as the flush spreads from her neck and across her chest. My dick is trying to unzip my pants for me, so I clench my fingers into her hips, trying to override the urge to strip her down and throw her on the bed right now.

She looks down at the ring she’s been twirling since we walked in. Then, I watch as her shoulders beautifully roll back, her chin tilts up, and her whole body transforms into the goddamn queen I know she is.

“No kissing my mouth.” She gives me a pointed look from the side of her eyes that’s equal parts reprimand and lust. It makes sense now that I know her more. Kissing is too intimate for her. With a nod in agreement, I encourage her to continue.

“Lights off.” She demands firmly.

Danny steps forward, tilting his head in a way that makes him look creepy as hell with that skull mask on. After two seconds, he counters, “Lights off, but candles lit.”

His smooth voice is distorted perfectly behind the mask, and I find myself resisting the urge to squeeze my cock through my pants.

Beatrice wavers for a moment like she’s about to argue. Then she tilts her head, matching his position. “Candles are fine, but my shirt stays on.”

Charlie grunts his dissatisfaction but relinquishes with a subtle nod. Based on his reaction, he’s utterly obsessed with her tits and stomach. I know him well enough that he’ll spend most of the time kissing and touching every inch of her sweet, soft skin.

Bea’s voice brings my attention back to her. “Masks stay on.” Her voice trembles a little, and my body reacts. Wrapping an arm around her chest, I gently cup her jaw in my hand, stroking the pulse point on her neck.

Need laces through my tone, and I have to concentrate on keeping my voice steady. “It’ll be hard to worship this body without our mouths, baby girl.” A shiver races through her body, and I grin. “What about a blindfold?”

She considers this for the briefest moment, her eyes pinging around the room. The four of us must make a terrifying sight in our creepy masks and dark clothes. I briefly wonder if it”s too much, too creepy. But eventually, she nods and grins sheepishly. “Ok,” she whispers.

I stroke my thumb across the pulse on her neck and nod toward the nightstand near the bed. Danny immediately swipes the blindfold from the drawer and prowls toward us. Holding his hand out, she shakily slips the blindfold away from him. Over her shoulder, I can see her eyes widen with desire as she hones in on the dark holes covering his eyes, and his breathing stutters. Yeah, man, I get it. Having her eyes bore into yours is life-changing.

Turning out of my grasp and moving behind me, she turns off the leading lights, casting the room in a sensual glow from the candles flickering around. I shift my body and watch as she unclips her mask, slips it off her head, and places it on the small table by the door. A few moments later, the silky, black blindfold is securely tied behind her head.

She slowly turns back around to face us, and I watch her body play out the war in her mind. She stands up straight, then hunches slightly with uncertainty. She bites her lip and tugs her shirt down further on her waist, pinching it in the middle to, I assume, make sure it’s not molding to her belly.

Needing to get her out of her own head, I nod at Stu, and he approaches slowly. Stepping over to her, I caution, “I’m just going to make sure it’s tight enough.” My voice is heavy with desire, and I quickly tighten the blindfold, then wriggle the material down her nose a little more.

Once I”m satisfied she can”t see anything, I step back and look around to see the others begin taking off their masks. I follow, setting down the headphones and ripping off my mask. I set them on the table beside hers before facing the others. Glancing around quickly, I”m not surprised by what I see; A heavy mixture of lust and protectiveness shines through every gaze I meet.

Focusing back on Bea, I watch Stu slowly step up behind her, causing her to gasp in surprise. Putting his hands on her hips, he draws small, slow circles with his thumbs, dips his head into the juncture of her neck, and inhales deeply.

A tiny whimper escapes her as she leans her head away from Stu, allowing him to have access to her soft, perfect neck. Can necks be perfect? Fuck if I know, but hers sure is.

“Remind everyone of your safeword, baby girl. If we don’t start in the next five seconds, I’m going to lose my mind.” The last part comes out more like a snarl, and I watch with satisfaction as she presses her thighs together.

“Pink Unicorn.” She moans out as Stu takes his long tongue and makes a path up her neck, straight to her ear.

“Good girl,” I whisper before taking her hand and leading her to the massive bed. The bed is a beautiful, four-poster, California King-sized work of art. The sheets are bright red and made of bamboo instead of the typical silk. We chose the room because the bed will easily fit us all, and it has a bathroom attached.

Her breath hitches as her knees meet the edge of the bed, and I feel my smirk grow wide. “On the bed, baby girl. On your back.”

Her body trembles beautifully as she plants her hands on the bed, sticking her ass out just a little before climbing up and crawling slowly across the sheets.

A loud smack echoes out over the soft playing music. She yelps and immediately turns her body, slamming her back on the bed.

Charlie’s eyes sparkle with mischief and dominance as he leans over the bed and greedily takes her in. “He gave you an order, baby. Next time, your punishment for not obeying immediately will be worse.” The low intensity of his voice causes Stu and Bea to both shiver.

“Yes, sir.” She whispers. I can tell she’s riding the adrenaline current of fear vs. pleasure, and I am all too excited to guide her down the river.

“Good girl,” He croons softly, clearly picking up how much those two words affect her.

Straightening up, he stands over her and rolls his gaze all over her body. In fact, we all do. Stu is still at the end of the bed with me, Charlie is standing to the left, and Danny is to the right. Each of our bodies is wound tight and ready to strike.

But we don’t. None of us moves. None of us speaks. We all stand there and watch as the gorgeous woman squirms under our perusal. The anticipation is building up so tightly in her body that I wouldn’t be surprised if she…

“P-please,” She whimpers. Her thighs rub together deliciously as the four of us stand over our little prey. I knew she’d beg.

“Please, what, my flower?” Danny hums teasingly as he begins shucking his shirt and shoes.

The rest of us follow.

Bea is quiet as she shifts under our gaze. She really hates asking for things, but she needs to learn the real power she has over us.

With a knowing look at Charlie, he smirks and rubs his hands together. Then, fast as lightning, he brings his large hand down on the top of her jean-clad pussy; just allowing his fingers to strike. She jumps and squeals in shock, but Charlie doesn’t give her a second to overthink. “D asked you a question. Please, what? What does your beautiful body need?” His tone transforms from stern and dominating to almost a gentle purr. I mean, if lions can gently purr.

She mewls before stuttering out, “P-please. T-touch me.” Her voice goes from lust-filled to self-conscious real damn quick. “Unless you don’t want to. Just tell me, and we can end the scene. It’s fi-”

I cut off her rambling by shooting over to the other side of the bed, grabbing her wrists, and slamming them above her head. “No,” I growl in her ear. “You are ours. And we will take our sweet ass time worshiping this sexy body the way you deserve. Even if it means drawing out every ounce of your pleasure by edging you for the rest of the night.” My voice sounds scratchy, and I know she can hear the pent-up desire in it.

I don’t even give her a moment to respond. Instead, I put both wrists in one hand, holding them together and keeping them above her head on the bed. The movement creates a beautiful arch, and I knead her breast with my other hand. She mewls and writhes in response, and I signal for Stu to grab the handcuffs we had placed on the tiny nightstand.

Quickly securing both wrists, he threads the chain in the middle onto the carabiner right above her head. The metallic clinking increases as she undulates beneath us, causing my desire for her to spike. Her body arches into my roaming hand as she tests the cuffs for weaknesses, and her lip trembles with trepidation. “No touching for you today, baby girl. This is all about you.”

With a quick glance at the others, I nod for them to join us on the bed, ready for the fun to really begin.