Chapter 11
Eleven
Belle
“ I t’s time.”
Gage takes my hand and leads me to a black curtain on the far side of my changing room. When I spotted it earlier, I thought there was another changing room on the other side. That is not the case. Tingles of anticipation scatter throughout my body when he brushes it aside and I get a glimpse of what awaits us.
Aziel and Rush are behind me with Gage taking the lead. Goosebumps brush over my arms and the beads of my nipples turn rock hard under the blast of cool air piping in from overhead.
Turns out that the big black curtain leads to a small walkway that ends at the edge of the stage in the center of the room. A very large room.
“Why is this Room Two? I thought the kinky pleasure rooms were only upstairs.”
“Since it has a bed, it has a number.” Gage winks at me. “It’s known as the Mirror Room to the key bearers and key masters.”
“Oh.” I guess that makes sense.
From where I stand at the edge of Room Two slash the Mirror Room, I see a large bed draped in a swath of black velvet on the raised platform. A large overhead light pours white light over the prop. Beyond the brightness is a hushed crowd who appear as nothing more than shadowed silhouettes dotting the vast darkness beyond. Soft low-fi beats drench the room with a sensual vibe. Mixed in with the throbbing base are soft moans of pleasure. It seems the key bearers of The Society are getting started without us.
We start to walk. Gage signals to a man in a booth just out of sight of the viewers. Mirrors are pinned to the walls and the ceiling. I catch a glimpse of myself standing between my men.
Not mine, I remind myself. They are just borrowed for a time, and I am going to use this moment in my life to find myself.
Either way, we look stunning together. Maybe I can paint them some time because they are pure works of art with their chiseled bodies and delicious dips and contours. The light catches so perfectly on every single hard line of their bodies.
I catch the eye of my cousin who is gearing up her laptop in a back booth. I spy the Southern Alliance here tonight, too. They do not have eyes for me or the show. All three men are here for my cousin. And she is completely unaware.
The second we reach the edge of the stage the overhead light dims to black and then the spotlight is filtered to focus only on us as we step up onto the stage. The few faces that came into view now fade to murky shadows and my attention is on the three men in front of me.
They take my hands and lead me to the bed. Aziel pulls my long hair to the side and Rush smears oil all over my body. It’s warm, soothing, and makes my mouth water.
Cherry and cinnamon.
Dark eyes focus on me and I fall into Gage’s heated, spellbinding gaze. “If you ever feel fear or want this to end, the word queen is your safe word. Let me hear you say it.”
“Queen,” I say breathlessly. My pulse sizzles. Hell, my whole body does.
“Good girl.” Rush’s big hands keep me balanced when I kneel at the end of the bed. His touch glides up the curve of my ass, making me tremble. I won’t lie either. Feeling the heat of the crowd’s eyes on my body has liquid heat spilling down my thighs.
Fingers find the underside of my breasts and my eyes shutter closed.
Aziel makes a tsking sound. “Eyes open, beautiful. You need to see this,” he husks in such a low timbre I feel it in my core like a caress. His hand is on my throat, the pads of his thumb settling over my pulse point.
I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. His fingers tighten and he holds me like that, cuffed and breathing harshly until I do as he commands.
I look on as Gage stands opposite of me, the bed between us. Around us, I hear the soft cries of women and moans of men.
“Part those pretty thighs for him. Let him see how wet you already are for my brother.”
The bed to my left dips with the weight of Rush putting a knee on the edge. He’s next to Aziel, his lips brushing just north of Aziel’s claiming hold on my throat. I swallow tightly and draw in a tight breath.
I moan when I feel the thick throb of both Aziel and Rush’s cocks press into me—one from behind and the other against my thigh. I shudder with the thrill and filthiness of it all burning through me.
Rush’s strong fingers find the underside of my breasts. He palms the ample weight and twists the hard tip of my nipple between his fingers. Exquisite pain razors through me until I feel nothing but the fiery flames of pleasure. His dark head dips and I arch into his waiting mouth the second his lips wrap around the turgid peak.
“Rush.” My breath catches on his name and those glittering desires I see shining back at me through his piercing gaze when he looks up at me with a mouth full of my breast shoot straight to my throbbing clit. Warmth spills down my thighs and I reach for the juices. Under normal circumstances, I would let them do all the work since my body is tired of my own touches. But right now, they are dragging out my pleasure when what I really want is to come. Now.
I stroke a finger through the seam of my pussy and bring my juices up to coat every aching part of me.
“Naughty girl,” Gage rumbles, taking my hand in his. He pulls my coated fingers to his mouth. My lips fall open on a whispered moan at the sight of him hungry for what I have to offer. One by one I watch him take each finger between his warm lips. He tenderly sucks, swirling his tongue over and under until my dripping fingers are clean of my juices.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t taste any sweeter,” Gage offers in a brusque tone next to my ear.
Rush moves to my other nipple. “Mm. Gage is right. Fucking delicious. You’re doing beautifully.” His words of encouragement soothe the tremble in my fingers. I rake them through his long hair and pull him back to my aching nipples.
Soft moans come from the crowd and I let my eyes drift closed again. Feeling. I’m doing this to feel.
Hands with years of calluses scrape across my skin.
Gage’s. I’m already learning the difference between their caresses. Gage is rough and demanding whereas Aziel’s is firm and slow. Like he wants to savor every inch of my body—memorize it.
Rush on the other hand is all about zeroing in on certain parts of me. Pleasure points first and then he’ll get to stroking the rest of my heated skin.
Together they are a perfect balance. My heart shudders and quakes in my chest. These men, their burning touches and husked words will all be the death of my heart.
Aziel presses more of his hard body along mine. A thick arm encases me and my oiled body is pulled against an unforgiving muscled one. Just when I think he’s going to release my throat he tightens a fraction. I swallow past his tight grip that stops just short of cutting off my air. The more pleasure Rush gives to my breasts, the more Aziel’s hold on my throat turns claiming. Not until I can’t breathe, but until all my focus and energy is on him and his friends.
“You like it a little rough, don’t you?” He runs the tip of his warm, teasing tongue over the shell of my ear, causing me to shudder in his grip.
“Our little innocent Belle thinks her beasts are tamed. Let’s show her just how wild we are, gentlemen.”
Gage and Rush both chuckle. “Let’s see if she uses her safe word.”
Wearing nothing more than a sheer layer of bravado, I am pressed forward until my hands brace my weight, ass in the air. Everything in me screams for me to run. That what they have planned will leave me ruined. Both physically and emotionally. I am not going anywhere. I want what I want.
Someone drizzles hot oil over each ass cheek and then…oh! I fall forward when hands begin to spread the cherry and cinnamon-scented liquid over the globes of my ass. Instead of feeling shy about my body being exposed, I pull strength from knowing I am giving pleasure to others. They feel because of me. And the warmth inside me chases away the cold of my lonely life.
I have power here.
My eyes travel up the hard body in front of me and I reach out to stroke my hand over Gage’s hard length. He chuckles and moves a little closer. His hand slips into my hair and I moan from the deep pleasure of his touch holding me firmly. Silk glides over hard steel as I work him from base to head, drawing his pre-cum to the tip of his swollen head. He guides it to my mouth, and I open at his silent request.
My God, this man is gorgeous. I sigh around the girth of his cock pushing past my lips.
Behind me, strong fingers spread me wide. There is a small table with an assortment of toys wheeled over by a hooded figure who quickly slinks back into the shadows. Dildos, more oils, and something small that looks made of glass with a pretty fat diamond-shaped jewel on the end of it.
Gage’s grip on my hair turns from gently guiding to demanding. Unable to move, he pushes in deeper until the fat head of his cock taps the back of my throat. I swallow and the movement earns me a masculine grunt of appreciation. He withdraws, leaving the head holding my mouth open.
I pull back and look up to see a fierce fire burning in his dark eyes which only makes my core burn hotter. Girl-cum spills to mix with the edible oils between my thighs.
I’m pushed forward until my chest is flat on the bed and my ass is impossibly bare. Their words of encouragement from earlier have my lips sealed and my mind wanting to forget I have a safe word.
And this is where it all becomes a jumbled mess of sensations. Hands, lips, cocks. I can’t tell anyone from the other and I don’t want to. I fall into a bliss of pleasure.
Everything grows silent around me. I draw in a sharp breath when the tip of something smooth and chilled slides over my puckered hole.
The glass butt plug? Probably. My legs shake and the nerves in every part of my body tingle with pleasure and embarrassment. Forbidden pleasure. Filthy desires. Ass play has been on my never-to-do naughty list, but here I am doing exactly what I thought I never would.
I arch into the men’s hands behind me. Both stroke and tease me until I am helpless under their command.
I’d do anything, give them anything to feel this turned on and desired for the rest of my life.
Harsh pants tear from my lips as the sides of my ass stretch wide over the bulbous tip of the butt plug Rush pushes into my virgin ass.
I draw in a sharp breath. “Oh,” I cry out, shaking.
“Easy, baby girl,” Rush coaxes. He strokes my clit with slow, steady motions until I relax again.
“Trust us?”
He pauses and I nod. I haven’t known them for more than a couple of days and I know in my heart of hearts they only mean to see to my pleasure.
“Then I need you to relax for me. Give me what I want, beautiful, and we’ll make this the best night of your life.”
More oil is smeared over my back entrance and I do as Aziel instructs when his friend starts to sink the glass end of the butt plug between my cheeks.
I angle my head around for a better look. Aziel holds me open for Rush. He pushes and pulls, giving my body time to accept the intruding toy. Light glints off the faceted angles. The second it slips past the first ring of muscles there’s an audible gasp that works over the room. Including mine.
In front of me, Gage spreads his massive warrior’s body over the black velvet. Hard muscles, scars, and ridges make up a man I will never be able to resist.
Hooded lids dip over the darkest eyes. His thick, throbbing cock juts upward and he grips it until the head nearly turns purple.
Veins bulge and right when I think he can’t take it another second, he pumps the tortured flesh, releasing rivulets of pre-cum I’m hungry to lick off him. He signals for me to come closer.
Stroke. More pre-cum.
Fuck that looks delicious. I lick my lips feeling no shame for the dirty cravings pushing me over invisible boundaries.
“Go to him, beautiful, and show him your pretty new jewelry.” Aziel’s words give me a gentle push to follow his command.
On all fours, I prowl forward. Oil smears over Gage the higher I climb. Rush is off the bed, right there to gather my hair to the side so others in the room can see my swaying breasts.
I dip my head and drag my tongue over his cum-covered fingers and don’t stop until I’m deep-throating him. I suck and lave at him until hands beneath my arms pull me off his cock.
“I’m coming back to that later,” I promise him, and he grins. “I’ll see to it you get all you want.”
My nipples drag over the light dusting of chest hair and I suck a harsh breath through clenched teeth when the head of his cock strokes against the entrance to my pussy.
Everything, every last sensation to hit my senses seems triple in intensity. The cool air, the feel of skin on skin. The plug in my ass is making me notice the way my nerves are alive with raw flames spreading throughout my body.
“Did my brothers do something to you?”
I nod.
“Show me, sweetheart. What did my brothers do to that pretty, fuckable ass?”