37. Daisy
Iwasn’t oblivious to the glares Wolf and Otis aimed at anyone daring to look my way on the way to the rave room — women included. The message was clear: hands off.
Private property, asshole.
If I”d had an ounce of sense left in my head, I would have objected to being called Jace Kane’s property, but clearly my head was empty of everything but wallpaper samples and Beast dick.
I wasn’t proud of it, but I could at least be honest.
Wolf and Otis flanked me like soldiers protecting a VIP, and the crowd in the rave room seemed to part like the Red Sea, their naked bodies instinctively moving away from the Beasts like prey in the company of a couple of apex predators.
There were men in leather overalls with the crotch cut out to display their junk, women in nothing but pasties, and plenty of people wearing nothing at all, their bodies glistening with body glitter and sweat while they danced and kissed and fucked to the music spun by the DJ.
“I’ll get drinks,” Wolf shouted over the music.
“We’ll grab one of the VIP sections,” Otis said.
He put a hand on the small of my back and guided me out of the crowd, toward the edges of the room where mirrors lined the wall behind hot-pink vinyl couches divided by half walls of plexiglass.
Colored lights were strung on the top of the plexiglass, flashing over groups of people fucking on the sofas. Drinks and bottles of champagne littered low, round tables in front of the sofas, some of which were roped off with pink velvet rope while others were left open.
Otis led me toward an empty section, unfastened the rope, then refastened it after I’d stepped inside the cordoned-off area.
“What’s with the rope?” I asked. I took a seat on the vinyl sofa and hoped someone was walking around with a bottle of serious disinfectant, because judging from the moans of the foursome in the booth next to us, the couches probably needed a good cleaning several times a night.
“It’s a signal,” Otis said, settling next to me. He leaned back, looking ridiculously sexy with his thighs spread open, his white T-shirt highlighting his tan. He pushed a lock of blond hair off his forehead. “Open if you want company, closed if you don’t.”
“And we don’t want company?” I asked.
The guys had told me I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to do, that we were just there to give Jace cover while he tried to access the business offices, but there had been another message implicit in their reassurances: whatever you want to do, we’re down.
“I don’t,” Otis said. “I just want you.”
“What if I said I wanted company?” I didn’t want company either. The thought of fucking Wolf and Otis at the same time threatened to fry the circuits in my brain. I wasn’t sure I could even handle anyone else.
I couldn’t even think about Jace.
I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours.
But I’d been living way outside my comfort zone for months. It was fun to see one of the Beasts uncomfortable for once.
Otis shifted. He looked away, then dragged his gaze back to mine. “I wouldn’t love watching someone who wasn’t us touch you. But I just want to make you happy.”
Somehow we’d gone from I’m absolutely not sleeping with any of the Beasts ever again to private property and someone who wasn’t us.
I hadn’t even known there was an us.
I didn’t get a chance to question it before Wolf returned, holding three drinks together with his giant hands.
Otis jumped up to get the rope and Wolf passed out the drinks and settled on my other side so that I was basically the filling in an Otis-and-Wolf sandwich.
I wasn’t even a little bit mad about it, even though I knew I was slip-sliding back into the warm pool of my insatiable hunger for the three men I definitely shouldn’t want to fuck.
I took a drink from the glass Wolf had handed me, then guzzled half of it when I didn’t find it quite as strong as the first. Or maybe I was just building up a tolerance and was well on my way to being trashed.
Time would tell.
The longer we sat there, the more normal everything started to seem. Sure, people were moaning and gasping and coming on either side of us, but other than that and all the naked people on the dance floor, it wasn’t that different from what I’d imagined a rave would look like (the extent of my partying had been the Mill with Cassie and Sarai, and occasionally, when we were feeling adventurous, one of the biker bars in Blackwell Falls).
There was music and drinking and dancing. Plus, the fucking.
At some point, Otis replaced my drink and I realized I was actually pretty wasted. Not pass-out wasted, but definitely feeling-no-pain wasted.
Definitely totally-not-embarassed-to-be-at-a-sex-club wasted.
Somewhere along the way. Wolf’s arm had come around my shoulders. He was leaned back in the booth, looking totally relaxed as he stroked my shoulder under the fluttery sleeve of my wrap dress, his eyes on the crowd.
Otis’ hand had found its way to my thigh, which was almost entirely exposed thanks to the teeny-tiny wrap dress. His fingers were calloused against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, and desire sparked to life in my cunt.
My nipples were suddenly sensitive against the lacy fabric of the cutout bodysuit I was wearing under the dress. I squirmed a little in the booth, realizing I was more than a little turned on.
Otis’ hand crept higher, right under the cleft of my now-throbbing pussy, the caress of his fingers like the strike of a match against my skin.
Wolf’s hand slid under the plunging neckline of my dress. The movement pulled me closer to him, and I stifled a moan as he found one of my nipples.
“I think our sunshine is as turned on as we are,” Wolf said.
“I was thinking the same thing,” Otis said, working his fingers under the bodysuit. He ran his fingers over the folds of my cunt. “Oh yeah, she’s wet.” I let loose a gasp. It wasn’t like anyone could hear me over the music and collective fucking. “Super wet.”
Wolf turned his body toward me. “That right, sunshine? You turned on?”
There was no hiding from his piercing gaze or the roll of my hard nipple between his fingers. “A little.”
Wolf chuckled and dropped his head to my neck. His breath teased my skin, sent a ripple of heat through my body as he spoke against my throat. “A little? What do you think, Otis? Does it feel like our girl is a little turned on?”
“Fuck no.” I realized I’d let my legs fall open, giving Otis better access. He slid a couple fingers inside me. “It feels like we could probably make her come in under a minute if we wanted to.”
“Interesting,” Wolf said. “Do we want to?”
“Not in under a minute,” Otis said. “I want our doll to fully enjoy herself.”
“I was thinking the same thing,” Wolf said.
My dress was half off my shoulders, the lace bodysuit pulled down to reveal my tits. When had that happened?
On one side of us, another woman was on her knees in the booth, a man slouched down and eating her pussy while another man fucked her ass. On the other side, two different couples fucked side by side: a woman bouncing on one man while he sucked her tits, the other woman sitting with her ass on the edge of the booth, legs in the air while a man drove into her.
I closed my eyes while Otis worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, giving my clit an occasional stroke that had me rocking my hips, my body seeking more of the friction he was doling out like candy a little at a time.
He withdrew his fingers and I opened my eyes to find him kneeling between my thighs. He reached for the tie on my wrap dress and pulled, then pushed the fabric away from my body to reveal the bodysuit.
“Goddamn, doll,” he murmured. He looked at Wolf. “You see this?”
“Fuck yeah I do.” Wolf said. “Remind me to thank Jace.”
It had taken me a while to figure out the bodysuit. There was so little of it, a bunch of openings strung together with scraps of lace and string, but when I’d finally gotten it on I’d realized that the bodysuit was just a series of embroidered black flowers marching down the front in two lines, barely covering my nipples and gradually joining at the bottom to cover my belly button and pussy.
The back was nothing but black elastic that came together to hold the front in place and crisscrossing my back and ass, the embroidered flowers that passed for underwear in the front just a string between my ass cheeks.
Now Wolf had pulled down the flowers that had been covering my tits and Otis had pushed aside the fabric that had been covering my cunt. I was spread out in the booth, dress open, tits out, thighs spread.
I might as well have been naked and I didn’t even care.
Otis tugged the bodysuit farther to the side to give him access to my pussy, and Wolf took one of my hands and placed it on his rock-hard cock.
“See what you do to me?” Wolf asked. “To us?”
I unzipped his pants and released his cock, relishing the groan that escaped his mouth when I wrapped my hand around his shaft.
He bent his head to my tits, circling one of my nipples with his tongue. He drew it into his mouth, sucking while he massaged my other tit.
Between my thighs, Otis’ breath danced across my exposed pussy right before he ran his tongue through my folds from ass to clit.
I moaned and looked up, then realized there were mirrors on the ceiling. I watched the couples next to me — the girl on one side moving faster as the man fucked her ass, the girl on the other side now sucking the dick of one man while the other still drove into her pussy.
A third had joined them, and I watched as he brought a whip down on her tits.
She cried out in pleasure and I got even wetter as Otis worked my clit with his tongue while he finger-fucked my pussy.
I was in another world, the music still pumping from the dance floors, naked bodies writhing all around me, gasps and moans and coaxing words sounding from the couples next to us.
I gave myself over to it: the pure bliss of Otis’ fevered tongue as he ate my pussy, his fingers driving into me while Wolf’s big hands roamed my body, his mouth hot and urgent as he sucked my tit.
I moved my hips, shamelessly reaching for the orgasm that was building at the center of my body. I worked with Otis’ fingers and the stroke of his tongue on my clit, hot and rhythmic, while I stroked Wolf’s cock, loving the taut silky skin stretched across his shaft and the way he got bigger and harder in my hand.
I opened my eyes to find Wolf looking down at me, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect, sunshine.”
I closed my eyes and sank into the slide of Otis’ tongue on my cunt, Wolf’s dick in my hand. I moved my hips faster, meeting Otis’ rhythm, or maybe it was the other way around.
I didn’t know. I only knew that I was on the verge of coming in a room full of other people who were also coming and I couldn’t have cared less as long as Otis didn’t stop doing what he was doing with his tongue.
“Fuck yeah,” Wolf coaxed. “Make our girl come, Otis.”
The words sent me over the edge. I cried out with the force of the orgasm that tore through my body. My eyes flew open, the sight of Otis’ face buried in my pussy, Wolf’s hard dick in my hand, only enhanced my pleasure, and I watched Otis’ blond head move in time to the heated strokes of his tongue on my swollen clit.
When it was over, the tension left my body and I fell back against the pink vinyl. I was panting for breath when Otis came up for air with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Fuck me, that was hot. I could eat your pussy all day, doll.”
The words alone sparked another flare of heat between my thighs, proof that the Beasts had somehow turned me from a blushing virgin into a sex-crazed whore.
And I wasn’t even mad about it.
Wolf removed my hand from his dick. “Yeah, well I can’t have you do that all day, sunshine. Not unless you want me to come on your face.”
And I suddenly very much wanted Wolf to come on my face. I wanted to feel him swell in my mouth, wanted to swallow his salty semen like I had in his bedroom the first time I’d been with him and Otis.
Otis straightened, still kneeling between my thighs, and unzipped his jeans. He withdrew his cock and I reached between my thighs to stroke my pussy before he ran his engorged head through my soaked folds.
I closed my eyes, more than ready to be fucked, then opened them to find Jace unfastening the rope that cordoned off our area.
He took in the scene: me, sprawled out and naked except for the embroidered flowers now under my tits instead of covering them, the bodysuit pulled aside to reveal my pussy.
Wolf’s dick out and near my face.
Otis ready to fuck me.
Jace’s gaze raked my body before he fastened his eyes on my face, a dark and glittering desire simmering in their green depths.
“What are you waiting for?” he asked, easing into the booth a foot away from me. “Fuck her.”