Chapter 8 - Unraveled
My four men sat along the red couch, their knees wide, their hands useless, their pride scraped raw.
Lily stood in front of them with her chin lifted. That was my girl. Even ashamed, she tried to wear it like a crown. Pink marked her throat first, then the tops of her cheeks.
“I was out of line,” she said.
She swallowed and looked at each man in turn. She hated needing to do that. I loved that she did it anyway.
“I fired you because I got jealous,” she said. “Because I let those girls downstairs get in my head again. That’s on me.” Her fingers flexed at her sides. “You didn’t deserve it.”
Tedros rolled the toothpick to the other side of his mouth. “You got a temper, Mrs. G.”
“I know.”
“Temper don’t pay rent,” Abel said, fast, then glanced at me like he wished he could pull the words back. “Respectfully.”
Reza gave a soft laugh through his nose. “We all know what this club brings out in people.”
Lily’s eyes flicked to me. There it was, the sharp little need under her pride.
I pushed off the bar.
The recliner sat in the corner where I kept it for long nights, private calls, and watching my kingdom burn money in the best way. I took it by the frame and dragged it across the carpet. The sound cut through the room. All five of them followed the chair with their eyes.
I set it a few feet from the round mirror table, angled toward the couch. From there, I had Lily in front of me, my men across from me, and the whole Cherry Room beneath us.
I sat.
Lily turned toward me.
“You want to make it up to them?”
“Yes,” she said.
Her voice had lost the edge. Good.
“Then show them.” I looked past her to Tedros. “Start with Tedros. Get on your knees and put that smart mouth to use.”
A little flare came into her eyes. Pride trying one last time. Then she sank to the mirror table on her knees. The glass caught her reflection beneath her.
She crawled to the edge nearest Tedros.
The big man rose from the couch when she reached him. He towered over her, practical black shirt stretched across his chest. Lily opened his belt. The buckle clicked loud enough to make Abel stop moving. She worked Tedros’s pants down and took his cock in her hand.
It lay thick against her palm.
“Make him hard,” I said.
Lily glanced back at me. That look was pure Lily Rose, annoyed at being told something she already knew, hungry to obey anyway. She lowered her mouth and licked him from base to tip.
Tedros’s jaw worked. His hands stayed loose at his sides for the first few seconds, as if he still needed permission to enjoy her. Lily gave it to him by looking up through her lashes and taking the head between her lips.
“Damn,” Abel muttered.
“Hands where I can see them, Abel,” I said. “You and Reza, up.”
Abel shot up fast, chains clinking against each other. “Say less, boss.”
Reza stood with smoother timing, already unfastening his trousers. “Mrs. Getachew did offer compensation.”
Lily made a sound around Tedros that might have been a laugh. She pulled off long enough to spit into one palm, then the other. Abel came to her left. Reza moved to her right. She wrapped a hand around each of them and went back to Tedros’s cock like she had a point to prove.
Her fingers worked Abel quick because he was restless and liked everything to feel like a hustle. Reza got a slower grip, firmer at the crown, and his voice thinned when she twisted her wrist.
Tedros hardened in her mouth. His nostrils flared. “Man, you got some skill.”
Lily pulled back just enough to speak against him. “Maybe you boys should’ve been nicer to me.”
Abel laughed. “Girl, you fired us twice.”
“And I’m making it right, aren’t I?”
She took Tedros deeper before anyone could answer. Her mouth stretched around him. The mirror underneath showed the wet shine on her chin and the tense arch of her neck. She kept Abel and Reza moving in her hands, never letting either man lose her.
“Darryl,” I said.
His eyes came to mine.
“You always got that look when the boys talk too much about pussy.” I nodded toward my wife. “Show her why you stay quiet.”
Darryl stood. No joke. No grin. He pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the couch, then climbed onto the table behind Lily with the care of a man stepping onto sacred ground. His hand touched her hip, waiting.
Lily shifted without being asked. She widened her knees on the glass and raised her ass for him.
Her body saying, use me, while her eyes stayed locked on mine.
Darryl lowered his mouth to her.
Lily’s hand tightened around Abel so hard he cursed. Her shoulders dipped. Tedros slid from between her lips and she gasped once, angry at herself for needing it.
“Oh, you quiet for a reason,” she said, voice rough already. “Fuck.”
Darryl did not answer. He gripped the backs of her thighs and ate her like he had waited years to be invited.
“Back to Tedros,” I told her.
“Fuck, he keeps growing,” she breathed, staring at his cock in open amazement.
Still, she obeyed. Tedros was almost fully hard now, the dark, blunt head of his cock resting right against her lips.
Lily opened wide and took him down until her nose pressed into him.
Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes.
She held there with both hands still stroking Abel and Reza, then eased back, mouth slick, breathing through her nose like she refused to lose.
“Don’t neglect them,” I said.
She turned to Reza first. He guided himself in with two fingers under her chin, gentle in a way that made it more obscene.
“There she is,” Reza murmured. “Expensive mouth. Terrible temper.”
Lily moaned around him and tightened her hand on Tedros. Then she switched to Abel, and Abel’s whole body leaned toward her.
“Shit, Mrs. G,” Abel said. “You trying to apologize or start problems?”
She pulled off him with a wet sound. “Both.”
That got Tedros chuckling. Even Darryl’s mouth paused for half a second against her before he went back to work.
My men stopped sitting inside the insult of being fired and started feeling the gift of being restored. By me. Through her. Lily felt it too. Her back arched. Her knees slid on the mirror. She gave more because I had asked for it, and because being seen giving it made her reckless.
“On your back,” I said. “Center of the table.”
Lily drew away from them and turned. Darryl steadied her hip and moved his hand away as soon as she had balance. Her hair spread under her head. She opened her legs toward the couch, then looked at me.
I gave Tedros a small nod.
He stepped between her thighs and slapped his cock against her pussy once. Lily jolted, then lifted her hips toward him.
“Please,” she said.
“Say who you’re asking.”
Her eyes stayed on me. “You.”
“Let him in.”
Tedros pushed into her in one slow drive.
Lily’s mouth opened, but no sound came at first. Her fingers clawed at the glass.
Darryl moved to her head, bracing one hand beside her shoulder as he fed himself to her mouth.
Abel and Reza climbed onto the table near her sides, kneeling close enough for her hands.
She reached before I told her to.
That pleased me more than obedience. Obedience was easy once a woman trusted you. Wanting the command before it arrived, that was my wife stripped down to the truth.
Tedros fucked her with patience. No wasted motion. Darryl held her face and let her take what she could.
“Keep that grip, Lily. There you go. See, we can be reasonable men.”
Abel could not stay still. “Reasonable, my ass. She got me leaking on the damn table.”
“Language,” Lily mumbled around Darryl, and Abel barked a laugh.
Her hands shined with spit. Fingerprints smeared the mirror around her hips. Every thrust shifted her reflection under her, making her look taken from above and below at once.
I gave the nods. They moved when I gave them.
It was about making the room understand that she was mine even when every man in it had his hands on her.
Tedros pulled out first, breathing through his nose. “She’s gripping like she mad at me.”
“I am mad at you,” Lily said, voice muffled by Darryl. “You’re too damn big.”
“Man,” Tedros said, glancing at me. “This apology just keeps getting better.”
“Don’t get greedy.”
Reza slid between her thighs after Tedros. “Greed built this city.”
“Greed gets fired,” Lily shot back.
Reza entered her and bent over her with a grin. “You already fired me.”
Darryl moved aside to let Abel take her mouth. Abel came in loud, all nerves and appetite, one hand cupping the side of her head.
“Look at you,” he said. “All that attitude gone now.”
Lily sucked him harder in answer.
He lost the joke. His hips stuttered forward, then steadied.
Reza worked into her with clean, controlled strokes, praising her in that host voice while Abel tried not to fall apart.
Tedros stood at her side and guided her hand back to him.
Darryl stayed near her shoulder, thumb brushing once over the corner of her eye where tears had gathered.
That was Darryl. Protective even while wanting his turn.
The first true fracture came when Abel had her at the edge of the table.
Reza had moved out, Tedros had taken a step back, and Abel had pulled Lily toward him by her thighs until her ass nearly hung over the mirror.
He drove into her fast, chains bouncing against his chest, mouth running until it failed him.
“Yeah, take that. Take that for firing me. Fuck, boss, she’s too good.”
His shoulders climbed. His face changed.
“Abel,” I said.
He cursed under his breath, but he pulled out. It cost him. Reza replaced him between Lily’s legs, taking her with a low, satisfied sound.
Abel moved to her head. Lily turned toward him before he touched her, mouth open, eyes wet and bright. She wanted to finish him. She wanted me to see her finish him.
“Hold him,” I told her.
She wrapped both hands around the backs of Abel’s thighs and drew him in.
“Keep her full,” I said to Abel. “Mind her hand. She taps, you back off.”
Lily’s fingers squeezed his thigh once. Not a tap. A demand.