Chapter 4
Mickey
I scoop Abby into my arms, her light frame fitting perfectly against my chest as I carry her to the bed. Her breath hitches in anticipation, and I can’t help but feel a surge of possessiveness wash over me. “Spread out for me,” I command softly, yet firmly.
She complies without hesitation, a whimper escaping her lips as she stretches her arms and legs wide.
I secure her wrists and ankles with the restraints built into the bedframe, ensuring she can’t move, can’t escape the pleasure I’m about to inflict on her. The sound of the locks clicking into place sends a thrill through me.
“Stay put,” I murmur, leaving her exposed and waiting as I retrieve the tools I need—a feather and a knife.
When I return, I immediately move the knife to the delicate fabric of her thong. Her breathing grows ragged and she stiffens when the blade touches her skin, but she doesn’t move. I rumble my approval while slicing her underwear from her body.
Unlike when I fucked her with the dildo, and I only moved the thong to the side, she’s bare before me now. Every curve and crevice at my mercy. With a grin, I discard the ruined garment and focus on the feather in my hand.
I stare at her neck, the soft plumes dancing over her flushed skin. Abby shivers beneath the light touch, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the room as I trail down her body. My heart pounds with a primal rhythm, echoing her desire. When the feather reaches her hard nipples, I linger, teasing them until they’re pebbled and strained, begging for more attention.
“Are you ready to come for me, Abby?” I ask, my voice hoarse with restraint.
She nods frantically, her body trembling on the edge of release. Satisfied, I remove the nipple clamps that have been torturing her so sweetly. Her response is immediate—a sharp, loud moan that draws Soren closer.
He stands at the edge of the bed, his hand moving over his cock, eyes locked on the scene before him. He doesn’t touch her, but his groan when she cries out is raw and full of longing. There’s something about having Abby completely at my disposal, about being the one to decide when and how she finds release, that ignites a fire within me. This moment, where she’s all mine to play with, it’s what I crave.
“Tell me you want it,” I coax, needing to hear the words from her lips.
“Please... I need to come,” Abby pleads, her voice laced with desperation.
“Tell me you want me,” I demand, my voice gruff with each word.
“I want you so much,” she moans unashamedly.
Smirking, I push her further. “What do you want me to do, Abby?”
She growls low in her throat, making my eyebrows rise up high on my forehead. Oh, I love this fire in her. “Stop playing with me,” she hisses.
“You want this to stop?” Soren asks. “Remember what I told you earlier.”
Abby tugs at her restraints, her back bowing off the bed with her efforts. “No!” she snaps. “I want you to stop torturing me and make me come.”
Something shifts in Soren, and I’ve never seen it before. Instead of punishing her for making demands, he leans down and slants his lips to her in a messy and noisy kiss. His hand trails down her body until he’s cupping her wet pussy.
“You want to come?” he rasps as he removes his lips from hers and kisses down the slope of her neck. “You know what they say about patience.”
Abby’s lips curl upwards. “It’s a virtue I don’t possess,” she grins. I swear I’ve heard that sassy voice somewhere before, but for the life of me, I can’t place it. Maybe I haven’t and I just wish I had.
Without warning, Soren slaps her exposed cunt, making her cry out. Whether it’s in pain or pleasure, I don’t know. Maybe a bit of both since she’s still wearing the clamp around her clit.
“Attagirl,” I praise when she presses her lips together. I can’t help smirking down at the woman. The game continues, and I am far from done with her yet. Neither of us are.
As Soren unhooks the clamp from Abby’s tender flesh, I have to remind myself the woman moaning isn’t my ex. I don’t know why I always think about that lying bitch when I have a woman stretched out in front of me, but I do.
The bitter taste of my ex’s betrayal coats my tongue like acid, a never-ending reminder of a past that haunts me. This is why I come here, why I pay to play the scenario of a doting boyfriend. Because when I play, my heart isn’t on the line.
“Ready for more, Abby?” Soren’s voice pulls me back to the present, his tone rough with desire.
I don’t wait for her reply. I move down between Abby’s spread legs, inhaling the musky scent of her arousal. It’s intoxicating, like a drug that erases the pain, if only for a moment. My nose grazes her, absorbing every hint of her essence before my tongue reaches out, tentatively at first, then with increasing hunger.
“Ah...” Her voice spirals up, breaking into soft whimpers that vibrate against my skin. She tastes sweet, with an underlying bite that sends ripples of arousal straight to my throbbing cock. I explore her with my mouth, each lap and swirl drawing deeper moans from her lips.
“God, you taste incredible,” I groan against her, my voice muffled by the wetness of her heat.
Her hands strain against the restraints, reaching for something to ground her as I feast. I’m lost in the rhythm, in the ebb and flow of her nearing climax. The memory of heartache is replaced by the pulsing need in front of me—Abby unraveling under my touch.
“Please, don’t stop,” she begs, her body arching into my mouth.
Hearing her plead only fuels my desire to push her over the edge. I suck and nip, determined to extract every shuddering gasp, every whispered curse. When her orgasm crashes over her, it’s a symphony to my ears, a melody of raw pleasure that drowns out everything else.
In this moment, nothing else exists—no lies, no deceit, just the undeniable truth of her ecstasy, resonating through me, filling the hollow spaces left by a love that never was.
The last tremors of Abby’s orgasm ripple beneath my hands, her body a canvas of spent satisfaction. Soren’s fingers deftly unlock the restraints, and as the leather cuffs fall away, I catch the subtle shift in her posture—vulnerable yet trusting. The air is charged with the scent of sex, heavy and intoxicating.
“Better?” Soren’s voice is low and rough, his eyes never leaving Abby as he lies down beside her, his body radiating heat and unspoken promises.
“Much,” she breathes out, her voice laced with the remnants of pleasure.
Without warning, Soren slides his fingers along the slick folds of her pussy, drawing a gasp from her that vibrates through the room. I watch, fascinated by the way her body responds to him, each touch eliciting a symphony of moans.
I’m so fucking surprised by Soren, all I can do is gape. He doesn’t normally get this involved without holding an instrument of pain. But right now, pain isn’t on the menu. Abby cries out in pleasure, her reaction stirs something primal within me, and without thinking, I move closer, cupping her tits in my hands.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Abby?” I tease, leaning in to take one nipple between my teeth, gently biting.
“God, yes,” she whimpers, a sound that tugs at my cock.
“Mhmm, you’d feel better with both of us inside you,” Soren groans. “Who gets what hole?” His blunt question pulls me back to the moment.
Since this is new, I’m not sure. “Do you want her ass?” I smirk, knowing my friend loves the tight squeeze. I slowly trail my fingers down her stomach, teasing the edges of her heated skin.
“I don’t know if I can take both,” she admits, sounding nervous at the prospect.
Soren and I exchange a look, an understanding passing between us. If she’s never done anal before he can’t be the first one, he’s too rough for that. “You can take us,” I promise. “We’ll take good care of you and make sure you’re ready for both of us,” I assure her, my voice a velvet promise.
“Okay,” she nods.
“Stay still,” Soren commands as he reaches for the bedside drawer, producing an array of toys; a set of gleaming metal plugs, varying in size, and lubricant that glints in the dim light.
“We’re going to prepare you, slowly,” I explain, while Soren coats the smallest plug with a generous amount of lubricant. He circles her entrance with a slick finger, easing the plug in with a steady hand.
While he slowly works it into her ass, I slide two fingers into her drenched cunt. “How does it feel?” I rasp.
Abby bites her lip, her hips canting toward the sensation. “Feels… full,” she moans.
“Good girl,” Soren praises, his voice a low rumble as he works the plug deeper, stretching her in increments.
Curling my fingers inside her, I let her moans and gasps guide me. She’s so fucking beautiful with her lips parted, and the sounds coming from her are sinful. I move so I can claim her lips, greedily drinking down her pleasure-filled noises.
“Can you come like this?” Soren muses, and Abby moans into my mouth in response.
With my fingers and the butt plug, it doesn’t take long before she tenses, pulls away from my lips and screams out another orgasm. My cock is so hard I can’t resist rutting against her thigh, desperately seeking pleasure.
“Ready for more?” I ask, when her breathing is less ragged, already reaching for the next size up, my hands eager to continue where Soren left off.
“Please,” she whispers, and it’s all the consent we need.
Looking at Soren, I say, “Lie down on your back.” He arches a dark eyebrow, but doesn’t question me.
“Straddle him,” I instruct Abby, watching as she hesitantly positions herself over him, letting him help her since she’s still unable to see anything.
“Take me,” Soren demands, his tone gruff.
Abby finds his cock, taking it inside her with a slow descent that has both of them groaning.
“Perfect,” I breathe out, slipping the larger plug inside her, feeling the resistance give way as her body opens up for us. The sight of her, filled and flushed with arousal, is enough to have my own desire coiling tight.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Soren curses under his breath as he bucks his hips. “Are you sure you’re brave enough to take both of us tonight?”
“Y-yes,” she stammers breathily. The word breaking on a moan as I position myself behind her, guiding my cock to her stretched entrance.
“Say it,” Soren demands.
Abby licks her lips. “I think… I’m ready.”
I lather my cock in lube before positioning the pierced tip against her puckered opening, then I push inside, joining Soren in claiming her, completing the circuit of flesh and lust that binds us together.
“Look at you, taking us both,” Soren growls, his fingers digging into her hips, anchoring her between us.
“Such a good girl,” I echo, thrusting in tandem with Soren’s movements, watching as Abby dissolves into pleasure once more, her cries a testament to our shared decadence.
I bury myself deeper into Abby, feeling the tight warmth of her surrounding me, and a grunt of satisfaction escapes my lips. I’m thankful for the club’s thorough health protocols—no condoms to dull this sensation, just skin on slick, heated skin.
“God, you feel incredible,” I pant, gripping her waist as I thrust in sync with Soren’s rhythm beneath her.
“More... please, more,” Abby begs, her voice a silky plea that wraps around my cock as tightly as she does.
“Fuck, love hearing you beg for it, whore,” Soren rasps from below, his hands sliding up to cup her bouncing breasts, thumbs flicking over her nipples.
“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Abby?” I taunt, leaning over her back, my breath hot against her ear. “Begging for two cocks... you love this, don’t you?”
“Y-yes!” she cries out, and the raw need in her voice spikes my arousal even higher.
“Tell us how much you love it,” Soren demands, his voice dark with lust.
“Love it so much… feels so good,” she gasps, her hips jerking back to meet my thrusts.
“Mhmm,” I growl, feeling a twisted pride in how well she takes us, how she’s stretched and filled, perfectly ruined for anyone who isn’t us.
“Look at her,” Soren says, his eyes locked on where his body joins hers. “So fucking beautiful with her pussy stretched around me and your cock slamming into her ass.” He moves a hand between them, and her ass squeezes me tighter when he plays with her bundle of nerves.
“Perfect view,” I agree on a strangled groan, glancing down to watch the obscene beauty of my shaft disappearing into her over and over. The sight sends a jolt straight to my balls, and I know I won’t last much longer.
“Gonna fill you up, Abby,” I growl, the pressure building at the base of my spine. “I’m gonna come deep inside you.”
“Please,” she whimpers, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
“Come with us, whore,” Soren orders, his own pace becoming erratic as he chases his release.
My thrusts become harder, more desperate, and Abby’s body shudders between us. The room is heavy with the scent of sex, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, and our combined grunts and moans.
I grasp her hair, tilting her head to face me. Our mouths collide in a frenzy, our tongues dueling and dancing together. The taste of exhilaration fills my senses as we devour each other with wild abandon. Having her sandwiched between us is pure perfection, making my need more intense.
Then I hear it, the bells tolling across the speakers and the people shouting the countdown.
Ten… Nine…
With each second passing, I slam into her as hard as possible. I don’t know if Soren knows why I’ve changed the rhythm, but he follows my lead.
Five… Four…
Letting go of her mouth, I roar, “Fuck! I’m coming!” My orgasm rips through me just as people shout ‘Happy New Year’, and I’m spilling my hot cum inside her.
I’m surprised as Soren’s hand snakes up to the back of her neck, pulling her down to him in an intense and urgent kiss. It sends a jolt through my body, seeing him so intimately connected to someone we have just purchased. This night is filled with firsts, fitting for the end of a year and the beginning of a new one.
With a final, desperate push, he follows me over the edge. His pleasure-torn curse is swallowed up by Abby’s eager mouth as he too finds his release.
The surrounding air is filled with the intoxicating scent of sweat and lust, our bodies tangled and intertwined in a frenzy of passion. The sound of our heavy breathing echoes through the room as we bask in the aftermath of our shared ecstasy. In this moment, nothing else matters but the overwhelming rush of pleasure coursing through our bodies.
“Damn,” I mutter, kissing the nape of Abby’s neck, tasting salt and desire. “That was...”
“Intense,” Soren finishes for me, and I can only nod, because words fail to capture the inferno we’ve just walked through together.
“Perfect,” Abby murmurs reverently.
Soren turns and props himself up on his elbow. The movement makes the lights cast a seductive glow over Abby’s delicious body, making her look almost otherworldly. “We’re far from done,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “We’re not leaving until I’ve had your ass, and my friend has emptied himself deep in your cunt.”
Abby’s breath hitches as she lets out a soft whimper in response to Soren’s words, her body tingling with anticipation of what is to come next.
I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting off Soren’s words as they worm their way into my brain. I’ve never come inside anyone since my bitch ex.
Cupid’s Court takes contraception and safety very seriously. They require monthly health checks. Everyone is deemed clean, and they have all their women on birth control, so there’s no need for condoms.
With the other women here, I’ve played the pull-out game. But fuck… I really want to come inside Abby. Watch my cum leak out of her cunt.