Pay the Price: A Dark New Adult Romance

38. Daisy

Otis closed my thighs. “Turn around, doll.”

I pushed off the booth and turned onto my stomach, then felt Otis peel off the dress, which had been hanging by my shoulders even though it was wide open.

It felt good to be free of it, and I realized I wasn’t even a little bit self-conscious even though I was basically naked in front of a room full of strangers. Some of them weren’t paying us any attention, but I felt the gazes of others, watching us from the dance floor.

The threesome next to us had disappeared, replaced by a foursome with one woman and three men, but the couples on the other side of us were still going out at it, although I couldn’t be sure but it looked like they’d swapped partners.

I was in such a sex haze that I shouldn’t have even registered it, but the possibility sent a wave of jealousy crashing through my body.

I would never share the Beasts.

I didn’t even want to think about what my possessiveness meant.

Otis lifted my hips so that I was standing, ass in the air while I rested my hands on the edge of the booth. Anyone on the dance floor was getting a front row seat to my latest wax, but oh well.

Wolf’s dick was near my face, making it clear what part he was going to play in our ménage, and Jace’s gaze was locked onto my ass where Otis was sliding the head of his dick through my thighs.

I gasped when he reached my clit, then pushed back to show him I wanted more while Wolf traced my lips with his dick.

“I think she wants it,” Otis said.

“She has to tell you if she wants you to give it to her,” Jace said.

I was fixated on the bulge in his trousers, desperate for him to play even though once Wolf filled my mouth and Otis filled my cunt, I had only one hole left and so far, that hole had always been a one-way street.

I felt like I was in a fever dream, my body ravenous for everything they could give me, oblivious to anyone or anything but what I wanted them to do to me.

Which was basically anything. Everything.

Otis massaged my ass cheeks, his dick still resting against my entrance. “That sounded like an order, doll.”

“Tell him what you want,” Jace said.

The music was loud, but in our sex-drenched corner of the VIP area, all I heard was them and the moans and dirty talk of the people fucking next to us.

“I want you to give it to me,” I said, then added, “Please.”

Because I was totally not above groveling to get Otis — or any of the Beasts — to fuck me.

“Sounds pretty clear to me,” Otis said.

Wolf pressed his dick more insistently against my lips and I took him into my mouth as Otis drove into me.

I moaned around Wolf’s cock, every nerve in my body tingling, a second orgasm already within reach.

“Fuck,” Otis said. “For such a tight little pussy, you take me so good. You see this?”

I didn’t know who he was talking to until a second later when Jace spoke.

”I see it.” Jace’s voice sounded strangled and when I darted my eyes to look as I dragged my lips up the shaft of Wolf’s cock, I saw that Jace had removed his dick and was slowly stroking it, his gaze not on my exposed ass or swinging tits, but on my face.

His dick piercings glinted under the swinging lights in the room, and my pussy pulsed with need. I wanted to know what they felt like pushing into me, sliding against the walls of my cunt while he fucked me.

It wouldn’t be gentle and I didn’t care.

I’m going to destroy that delicate little pussy of yours.

Otis dragged out of me before plunging in again, harder this time, and I slid down Wolf’s shaft, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, unlocking my jaw the way he’d taught me during our blow job lesson.

He sank deeper into my mouth with a groan and reached out to touch my face.

I looked up at him, Otis fully seated in my cunt from behind, Wolf’s dick all the way in my mouth.

“You look so pretty taking my dick in your mouth,” Wolf said. “So fucking pretty, sunshine.”

I was soaked, dripping down the inside of my thigh, and Otis dragged out again, then thrust back inside me. He was moving faster now, and I moved faster too, my body picking up the rhythm all around, like we were engaged in some kind of primal dance I didn’t remember learning.

It felt natural: Otis’s cock thrusting into me while I worked Wolf’s dick with my mouth. Even Jace, watching my face as he stroked his own cock, and the crowd watching, the sounds of the couples fucking next to us.

I suddenly couldn’t remember why sex had felt like such a big deal. I mean, I knew why it was a big deal, because I was obviously obsessed, but I couldn’t remember why I’d been so protective of my virginity, why I hadn’t done this sooner, because right now, it felt like every second I’d spent not feeling this much pleasure had been a waste of time.

“Touch your clit, princess.”

The command, guttural and demanding, came from Jace, and it took me a second to register the order.

“You having trouble hearing me over the music?” His voice was hard, but there was a mean shine in his eyes as he stroked his dick faster, working his hand over the piercings lined up on his shaft.

I couldn’t answer with Wolf’s dick in my mouth so I lifted one hand, using my other one to keep me balanced on the edge of the pink booth, and reached between my thighs.

Touching my clit while Otis impaled me from behind and I sucked Wolf’s dick was like pouring lighter fluid on the wildfire already torching every inch of my body.

I moaned around Wolf’s dick and pushed back harder and faster onto Otis.

“She likes that,” Otis said. “She’s so fucking wet, it’s unbelievable.”

“I always knew you were a dirty girl,” Jace said, his breath coming faster. “A dirty fucking princess who likes cock.”

I was fully prepared to hand over my feminist card when I left the Velvet Rope at the end of the night, because Jace’s words only amped up my need to come. Right then, I would have gotten on my knees and taken anything they wanted to give me.

“Not just a dirty princess,” Wolf said, stroking my cheek. “Our dirty princess. Isn’t that right?”

I tried to nod, but it was hard with Wolf’s dick in my mouth.

Hardbeing the operative word.

He chuckled. “That’s okay, sunshine. We get the idea. And I really hope you’re about to come, because I’m not going to be able to take much more of your sweet lips wrapped around my cock.”

“She’s definitely ready,” Otis said. “She’s holding back.”

Wolf slid his hand into my hair and pulled my mouth tighter onto his cock. “Don’t hold back, sunshine. We can do this all fucking night, isn’t that right, boys?”

“Fuck yeah,” Otis grunted. “We’re going to make you come until you scream.”

“Did I tell you to stop teasing that clit, princess?” Jace barked.

I realized I’d stopped moving my hand. I was on pleasure overload, my brain misfiring as it tried to cope with the onslaught of ecstasy.

I touched myself again and flinched, sensitive now that I was on the verge of coming.

Otis spread my ass cheeks, opening me wide, and drove into me harder.

“Okay if I come in your mouth, sunshine?” Wolf asked.

“Uh-huh.” It came out garbled but I thought it was pretty clear I was down, and the question, combined with Otis’ savage thrusts into my pussy and my own manipulation of my clit, tipped me over the edge.

It wasn’t a gradual fall. More like being pushed out of a plane with no parachute, dropping hard and fast, the ground rising up to meet me as I made unintelligible sounds, Wolf grunting as his hot semen filled my mouth.

Otis slammed harder and faster into me while Jace grunted, coming in a streak of white that hit my cheek, his gaze fixated on my face while he let out a string of curse words and dirty names for me that only made me come harder.

The same words filled my own mind, another reason to be glad Wolf’s dick filled my mouth, because saying all the things I was thinking out loud while all three of the men who’d killed Blake fucked me to within an inch of my life would be the final nail in the coffin of my old life.

The old me.

Because the truth was, I wanted them all.

I wanted them everywhere.

When I finally stopped coming, I went limp all at once. Wolf slid his dick out of my mouth and I collapsed onto the booth, the pink vinyl cool against my face.

Otis slid out of me and I was pulled up onto the booth and nestled between them, their arms slung protectively around me.

I looked up at Wolf and he bent to kiss me. “Damn,” he said against my lips. He smiled and looked down at me with a shake of his head. “Just… damn.”

But when I turned to look at Otis, his arms around me on the other side, I saw that it wasn’t Otis at all, but Jace.

His expression was stone cold as he pulled me tighter against him. “Don’t say anything.”

I didn’t.