Chapter Six
W hen the van finally rumbled to a stop, Owen and Levi were passing her back and forth—taking turns using her mouth, their hands exploring her body, squeezing her thighs, caressing her breasts. Every nerve on her body ached with anticipation.
The van door snapped open. Woods gestured for the men to release her. The bag was thrown back over her head, shrouding her in darkness. The shorts were pulled back onto her and she was guided out of the van. She heard something click. One of them leaned down and cut the zip ties around her ankles.
Woods was in her ear. He grabbed the back of her neck, pinching the pressure points. She curled against him in both pleasure and discomfort. “Walk,” he hissed. “Do not make a sound.”
She was shoved blindly forward. The experience dissolved into muffled blackness as she strained to see through the cloth. She listened and tried to piece together the sounds around her. Van doors closing. Their footsteps, harsh on pavement. A parking garage?
“One step up, right here. Lift your legs,” Wood ordered. “Good. Keep walking.”
A door hinge squealed. Her foot caught on something, and she stumbled. Multiple pairs of hands caught her, lifted her off the ground slightly, and reset her.
“Sorry,” Woods muttered, momentarily breaking character. “There was a rug in the doorway.”
Something dinged, and there was the sound of rattling. An elevator. They stood still, Essie turning her head back and forth, trying to get a sense of where she was.
“Do you think anyone saw us?” a new voice said. Stiff, monotone. Familiar in a way that was hard to place. Was that Owen? He hadn’t spoken yet, even as he and Levi took turns on her in the van.
“Doorman might have,” Woods replied. “That's why we're taking the maintenance elevator.”
“Will it be a problem?”
“No, I don't think so. Besides…” Woods' breath was suddenly on her neck. Was that his chest pressing against her shoulder? Okay, and yep, those were his hands, sliding down the front of her shorts, stroking her pussy with confident ease.
Like he owned her.
Her knees buckled and she bit back a moan. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how turned on he made her.
“If someone asks, we'll show them the disclaimer Essie signed. All the things we're allowed to do to her. Everything she wants us to do.” He punctuated the word wants with a squeeze of her sensitive, swollen clit, firing an electrode into her brain, and she let out a yelp.
The elevator dinged again. She heard doors parting open. Essie was shoved into the elevator, hitting the back of it and bouncing off. She felt the floor shift under their weight as each man climbed in after her.
The doors closed. The elevator began to rumble.
“It moves slow,” Levi remarked.
“I'm sure we can figure out something to do,” Woods replied.
There was a long enough pause for her to shift her weight from one heel to another, sweeping her blinded gaze around, wondering what direction the next stimuli would come from.
Zzzzt.
Zzzzt.
Zippers undone.
Someone's chin perched itself on her shoulder. Their jaw jutted against her skin as they spoke. Woods—of course it was Woods. Essie wondered if he was ever going to fuck her, or if this whole thing was simply a sick power fantasy for him.
“I'm going to untie you,” he said. “I want you to keep your hands by your sides. Can you do that for me?”
“I guess.”
“Essie?”
“What?”
“If you say 'yes sir' I'll fuck you right here in the elevator. Do you want that?”
Things were escalating. The distant shore of her life with Ryan was fading as this roaring current of new sensation and depravity dragged her further and further out.
Her thoughts spasmed in short, frantic bursts, caught between racing, anxiety-riddled thoughts screaming at her to end this now; get back to Ryan, to her house, put on her sweatpants, curl up and be safe, secure, and boring. This was too much—these men, their van, the masks, the domination. She couldn’t imagine what they were going to do to her—
Yes you can , her mind whispered. These were the other thoughts. The voice of lust and disdain for who she’d become. You know exactly what they’re going to do to you. And you want it. You’re just pretending not to because you think you’re supposed to. That there’s some rule saying you can’t do this. No one’s judging you, Essie. You want this man to fuck you, so tell him.
In her left hand, and her right, she felt something slide against her palm. She willingly wrapped her fingers around each cock and began stroking. On her left, Levi. She recognized the curve. On the right, Owen—thicker, uncircumcised—
Oh God. I’m remembering their dicks.
Woods’ began choking her lightly, his palm pressing against her throat. “Say it,” he growled in her ear.
This is what you called them for, Essie.
“Yes, sir,” she gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”
The bag was ripped off her head, revealing a dimly lit elevator. The men were grouped around her, the masks passive but pulsing as they breathed heavily. The elevator had a marker for which floor they were on, and it caught her eye in a distant, abstract sort of way. Floor 3 of 22.
Woods held her still as he undid his belt. Without having to tell them, the other men hooked their fingers around the waistband of her shorts and yanked them down for her.
For him.
“Essie,” Woods muttered in her ear, “you have a fantastic ass.”
The thrill of praise made her smile, but it quickly dissolved when he slid his entire length into her in one quick, savage motion, hooking his fingers in her mouth and bending her over.
“Take it, take it, take it,” he snarled, his thrusts bitter, short, and merciless—like she'd been agitating him for weeks and he was finally taking out a wellspring of anger on her pussy.
The shocking ferocity made her cry out, the level of passion and touch—yes, just touch. Someone was touching her and it was affecting her so much, made her clench around his cock, her orgasm flickering and then catching fire, building to completion.
Her hands moved up and down on Levi's and Owen’s cocks. Woods' shoved his dick in and out of her. The elevator moved up.
Floor 9.
She really wanted to cum. Woods was so warm, so firm—he withdrew once, groaning “Fuck, who would cheat on you?” before sliding back into her, his words punctuated as he gave her long, penetrating thrusts, the entire length of his cock exploring her. “So. Fucking. Hot.”
Her thoughts were starting to become fragmented and sporadic as she dissolved into a state of constant stimulated reaction. Had she been moaning this entire time?
I’m being fucked senseless.
Floor 11.
Woods grabbed a tangle of her hair. “This what you wanted, you pathetic slut? Can you imagine if your friends knew what you were doing? The things they would say about you. The names they would call you.
Now she really, really wanted to cum.
“They'd call you a whore,” Woods said in her ear.
Levi leaned in. “A cock-hungry bitch,” he said.
“A worthless cunt,” Owen added.
Floor 15.
“Oh my God, I'm going to cum, please don't stop—” Essie whined, bucking against Woods. The other men began pawing at her, Levi's hand rubbing her pussy as Woods bent her forward entirely, the new angle hitting a spot inside her that she'd never fully felt before. This was it. She was going to cum so fucking hard she passed out. Fuck it, Essie, go into a coma, this is it--this is bliss, this is heaven, I could die right now—
Floor 21.
She was so far from Ryan and the shore he was on. She could still see it, faintly. The outline of him on his computer, ignoring her. The current had her completely. She was drowning, and loving every second of it.
“Tell me you want it,” Woods said. She didn't think he was paying attention to what he was saying—he had been muttering and groaning with each thrust.
She twisted around and grinned at him. The words she meant to say tangled in her mouth as the orgasm started to work its way through her entire body.
“I want to drown in your cum,” she told him. His mouth dropped open, his eyes rolling back slightly in ecstasy.
Floor 22.
The elevator dinged. The doors slid open.
Woods grinned and withdrew from her. Abruptly, the orgasm was cut off, the warm light in her blotted out. Essie's legs bucked, and she fell to the floor.
“No, no, no. Please keep going,” she begged.
Owen and Levi picked her up and began carrying her down the hall. She was slung over Levi's shoulder, with Owen carrying her legs. She faced Woods as he walked behind them.
“You're not in control,” Woods reminded her. “But if you keep saying things like that, you'll get whatever you want.”
A hotel door opened and she was taken inside. The door closed behind her, and her only thought was that she was so glad she had called the number on that black card.