Chapter 18 Landon
LANDON
Her resistance has crumbled beautifully, just as I knew it would. The way she begs—desperate, shameless, broken—sends a surge of power through me unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
“Please fuck me,” she pleads, her nails digging into my shoulders.
I have no intention of giving her what she wants.
Not yet. The anticipation will make our eventual joining all the more intense.
Instead, I double my efforts, circling my tongue against her clit while sliding two fingers inside her.
Her body responds instantly, clenching around me as she arches off the table.
“Come for me, little butterfly,” I command against her flesh. “One more time.”
Her thighs tighten around my head as she shatters, crying out my name in a broken sob that echoes through the chamber. I drink in every drop of her release, savoring the taste of her surrender. When the last tremors subside, I rise, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Up,” I tell her, helping her shaking body from the table. Her legs barely support her weight as she stands. “It’s almost time, but I want the right position.” I slide my mask back into place, as is customary for all hunters in the orgy room.
I wrap my arm around her waist, steadying her as we move deeper into the room.
Bodies writhe in various states of ecstasy around us, but one scene in particular catches my attention.
Cora Pike—the mayor’s precious daughter—is surrounded by three hunters.
They’ve arranged her on a plush velvet divan, one man beneath her, another behind, while the third claims her mouth.
Their bodies move in perfect synchronicity, creating a hypnotic tableau of possession and pleasure.
Sadie’s step falters, her eyes locked on the foursome. Interesting. I watch her reaction carefully—the quickening of her breath, the subtle darkening of her pupils, the instinctive parting of her lips. She’s captivated by their display.
“You want to watch them?” I whisper in her ear, my fingers tightening possessively on her hip. “We can get closer.”
I guide her to a vacant settee positioned across from Cora’s group—close enough to observe every detail, yet distinctly separate. A perfect vantage point for Sadie to witness while I claim her.
I slide my fingers between Sadie’s thighs as we settle onto the sofa, watching her eyes lock onto the spectacle. Cora’s moans fill the air, punctuated by the grunts of the men using her body. My little butterfly is transfixed, her breathing shallow and quick.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I whisper against her ear. “The complete surrender.”
My fingers move lazily through her pussy, teasing but never giving enough pressure. When she instinctively clenches her thighs together, trapping my hand, I use my other arm to force them apart again.
“No hiding,” I state firmly. “I want to feel every reaction.”
The shame and arousal painted on her face is intoxicating—that perfect blend of opposing forces that makes her so fascinating. When her attention starts to drift back to Cora, I decide to reclaim it.
The sound of my zipper breaks through her trance. I free myself from the confines of my pants, my cock springing forth thick and heavy. Just as I intended, Sadie’s gaze snaps away from the foursome, fixing instead on what I’ve revealed. Her pupils dilate instantly, and she licks her lips.
Perfect.
“On all fours,” I command, my voice low but unmistakable. “Face them.”
Uncertainty flickers across her features.
For a moment, I wonder if she’ll refuse—part of me almost hopes she will, just for the pleasure of forcing compliance.
But after a brief hesitation, she slides off the sofa onto her knees, positioning herself as instructed.
She glances back at me over her shoulder, her expression broadcasting both apprehension and curiosity.
I stand behind Sadie, her perfect ass raised before me, her face directed toward the show across from us.
Cora writhes between her three captors—one thick cock buried in her pussy, another stretching her ass, while the third forces her jaw wide.
The rhythmic movement of their bodies creates a hypnotic display.
“Look at her,” I murmur, running my cock along Sadie’s soaking entrance without pushing inside. “See how they own every inch of her? That’s what I’m going to do to you, little butterfly.”
Sadie whimpers, pushing back against me, seeking my dick. I pull away enough to deny her.
“Please,” she whispers, so quietly I almost miss it.
“What was that?” I tease, circling my tip against her clit before sliding back along her folds. “I didn’t quite hear you.”
Her eyes remain fixed on Cora, whose muffled cries grow louder as the men increase their pace. I lean over Sadie’s back, my chest pressing against her spine as I whisper directly into her ear.
“Imagine being filled like that. Every hole claimed, used, worshipped. No thought beyond the pleasure. Just sensation.”
I straighten up, gripping my shaft and slapping it lightly against her ass. Her body shudders in response.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, voice deceptively gentle as I press just the tip against her entrance before withdrawing. “To be stuffed full like the mayor’s little girl?”
“Landon,” she moans, her voice now louder. “Stop teasing me.”
“But I’m enjoying it so much,” I reply. “And so are you. Look how wet you are for me.”
Across from us, Cora’s back arches dramatically as she comes around the cocks inside her. The sight pushes Sadie further.
“Please,” she says, her voice cracking with need. “I want you inside me.”
Her desperation delights me. My reserved little hacker, now begging openly where others might hear.
“Louder,” I command. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
“Fuck me,” she cries out, surprising us both with her volume. “Please, Landon, I need you to fuck me. Now. Please!”
Her words echo slightly in our corner of the room, drawing a few appreciative glances from nearby participants.
I press the tip of my cock against Sadie’s entrance, relishing her desperate whimper as I refuse to push deeper. Her body trembles before me, her hips trying to push back and force me inside. I grip her waist firmly, keeping her exactly where I want her.
“I’m going to do so much more than fuck you,” I promise. “I’m going to ruin you. For anyone else. Forever.”
A broken sound emits from her throat. I straighten up, admiring the view of her on all fours before me.
“After tonight, your body will recognize only me,” I continue, circling my tip against her slick opening. “Your pussy will ache for my cock alone.”
I press forward enough to breach her entrance before withdrawing again, eliciting a frustrated cry. Her arousal coats me, making each teasing slide easier than the last.
“Please,” she begs. “I can’t take any more.”
“But you will,” I reply. “Because I say so.”
After one more deliberate tease, I finally relent. I position myself at her entrance and begin to push forward with agonizing slowness, watching as her body gradually accepts me inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You’re so goddamn tight. So wet for me.”
Her inner walls clench around me as I continue my intrusion, the sensation nearly unbearable.
“That’s it,” I groan, gripping her hips harder. “You take me as if you were made for my cock.”
I pause when I’m fully seated inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust.
“Perfect,” I growl, circling my hips. “You’re absolutely perfect.”
I slide my hand up her back, over her shoulder, and finally around to grasp her throat. The moment my fingers tighten around her delicate neck, I feel her pussy clench in response.
I growl, pulling back until I’m almost completely withdrawn before driving back into her brutally. “So fucking tight for me.”
After the first three strokes that stretch her to take me fully, I set a punishing rhythm—deep, hard, but unhurried. Each thrust is intended to make her feel every inch. My grip on her throat tightens enough to restrict her breathing without cutting it off completely.
“Look at you,” I muse. “So wet for me. Your pussy is absolutely gushing around my cock.”
Her walls spasm around me with each thrust, and the wet sounds of our joining fill the air between us.
“What happened to all that fight, little butterfly?” I taunt. “Where’s the woman who kicked me and ran? The one who swore she’d never submit?”
I pull her back against my chest, changing the angle so I can drive even deeper inside her. My hand is still firm around her throat.
“You love it, don’t you?” I continue. “When I take what I want regardless of your protests. When I force you to come on my cock, on my tongue.”
Her only response is a broken moan as her inner walls flutter around me.
“Tell me you love it,” I demand, slowing my thrusts to an excruciating pace. “Tell me you love it when I don’t stop, even when you say no.”
Her inner walls suddenly clamp down with surprising force as she comes without warning. The unexpected intensity of her orgasm nearly drags me over the edge with her. I grit my teeth, forcing myself to remain composed even as pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
“Did I give you permission to come?” I growl, stilling my movements inside her. “So naughty, losing control like that.”
She’s still trembling from her climax when I pull out completely. The sudden emptiness makes her whimper.
“For coming without my permission, I’m going to fuck that perfect little ass next.”
Her entire body goes rigid. “No,” she says. “I’ve never—I can’t—”
“There she is,” I purr, genuine delight coloring my tone. “There’s the fighter I’m looking for.” I run my hand possessively down the curve of her spine. “I’m going to fuck your lovely ass while you beg me to stop.”
I reach for a bottle of lube from a nearby table. “Don’t worry, little butterfly. I’ll make sure you enjoy every second of it.”