Chapter 7
RAINA
Delighted by the reception of my reinvented cheesecake at the end of dinner, I leave Matty and the rest of our kitchen staff to wrap it up. I need some time to myself, alone in my room, sinking in the hot tub until all of my troubling thoughts melt away.
But as soon as I open the door, I’m reminded that tonight is far from over.
“What the…”
A box is on my bed, tied with a delicate red ribbon. I approach it like there’s an explosive device under the lid, and pressure plates in the floor might set it off. I pull the ribbon loose and hold my breath.
Something tells me I already know what’s in here.
Upon lifting the lid, however, I hear my own sharp exhale of wonder and excitement as I stare at a most beautiful set of red and black lace lingerie I’ve ever seen.
It’s also the naughtiest, judging by the crotchless design of the panties and the nipple holes in the strapless bra, their hems embroidered with black thread and tiny pearls.
Once I have the whole thing on, I feel like a completely different person again.
I feel like the woman who first walked into that secret room and begged Alex, Max, and Vincent for more.
I feel like the woman who abandoned herself, trusting her men to share her, to split her, to devour and spoil her rotten.
“Oh wow,” I whisper as I look at myself in the mirror.
It was made for me. Every seam and cut was designed to hug my figure in all the right places.
Alex, Max, and Vincent sure know how to make a woman feel like a goddess.
I look like the muse of a Renaissance artist; the kind model sculptors used for their marble renditions of Aphrodite.
And with my brown hair tossed over one shoulder, flowing like luscious chocolate, I’m ready to experience the reward I know is about to come.
The note in my gift box says to meet them in “our playroom,” which is where they first teased me with the rose toy. I find Alex, Max, and Vincent casually waiting on the edge of the black silk bed, candles burning on every flat surface in the room.
As soon as they see me, hunger casts a deep shadow over their eyes. They’re gorgeously naked and hard as rocks, their cocks throbbing furiously as their gazes take in every inch of me.
“You were made for us, Raina, that much is clear,” Alex says.
I offer a soft smile and close the door behind me. My black heels feel uncomfortable, and I’m about to take them off, so I can let my feet sink into the plush carpet, but Max reaches me with the speed of light.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks, his voice low and heady.
Looking up, I almost get dizzy and lose myself in his glare, my heart skipping a few beats while the peppery undertone of his cologne makes my knees feel weak. “Getting comfortable?”
“Who said you could do that?”
“I… I thought—”
He kisses me harshly on the lips, his tongue eager to destroy any defense left.
I surrender willingly, moaning against his mouth as he devours me.
He keeps a tight grip on my jaw as he pins me against the door.
His erection presses into my stomach, and I can feel my core buzzing while liquid heat trickles from my aching pussy.
“You seem to forget that we own you until our verbal contract expires,” Max says. His fingers dig into my hips. “You will do as you’re told, Raina.”
“Okay…” I manage, turned on and devoid of any self-control.
“What did you say?” he hisses.
“Yes, sir.”
“That’s a good girl,” Alex replies. “Bring her over, Max. I want to get a better look at our feast for tonight.”
I giggle softly as Max guides me over to the bed. He stays close behind and slides his hands between my legs as soon as I reach Alex and Vincent. Max’s fingers find me wet and hot, a low growl escaping his throat.
“She’s primed and ready for us,” he concludes.
“I’m always ready for you, sir…”
The past few days have been insane. Delicious, spicy, and liberating.
They’d brought out a side of me I wasn’t sure I was safe to release, yet when I’m with them, it comes naturally.
It’s who I need to be. Tonight is the same, and it brings a fleeting, yet unpleasant, thought. What do I do when it’s over?
Alex clasps my chin between his thumb and index finger, beckoning me to look at him. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on, Raina,” he says. “The sight of your lips wrapped around my cock still haunts me.”
“Would you like me to do that again?” I eagerly ask and lick my lips with feverish anticipation.
“Not yet. Max has something else in mind.”
Max has two fingers inside me. Curled as he pulls them out, then stiff and straight as he shoves them back in. My moans reverberate across the room as Alex takes my hands and binds them above my head with a red satin rope.
“Keep them here,” he commands me. “Under no circumstances do you lower your hands unless I tell you.”
“Yes, sir… OH, FUCK!” I cry out when Max starts finger-fucking me like a savage, fast and hard and deep until I shake and come gushing. “OH GOD, YES!”
“That’s it,” he whispers in my ear. “Come for me, Raina, come.”
“OH, YES!”
My hands stay up as Vincent and Alex lick my nipples, both perky and shamelessly displayed through the holes of my bra. They suck harder and harder, a delicious sting spreading through my breasts as Max continues to stroke my pussy.
“AH!”
“Do you want more?”
“Only if I can come again,” I reply, my eyes rolling into my head as a flurry of devastating sensations takes over.
Max bites into the side of my neck. It almost hurts, but it only serves to turn me on even more. “Hold on; I’ve got a better idea.”
He reaches up, and I hear the clanking of a chain. I follow the sound and find myself smiling with excitement as he makes me rest my bound wrists on a hook that hangs from the ceiling. It’s like something out of a bondage dungeon. I’m asked to surrender myself wholly to these men.
“Now,” Max says, “spread your legs for me, Raina.”
“Yes, sir!”
As soon as I do, he slips his fingers between my slick folds, then fondles my clit again.
“OH YES!” I groan and shudder, tiptoeing to the edge of the universe.
I forget about my heels, I forget about the life I had, and the Raina I was before I walked into Haus of Sin. These crotchless panties are a brilliant invention, their opening wide and generous and perfectly tailored for Max’s merciless fingers.
Alex and Vincent keep kissing me in-between sessions of licking and sucking and gently biting my nipples, while I hang by the hook, wishing I could touch them the way they love to touch me. At one point, the bra slips off, and my breasts are free.
“You’ll keep the panties and the heels on,” Max says.
“Yes… sir…”
“Now, bend over, Raina. I want to get a full view of this gorgeous, plump ass of yours,” he replies and helps me off the hook.
“Come here, baby,” Alex says.
He loosens my wrists. I’m almost free, when Vincent takes the satin ribbon and ties my hands behind my back.
I feel Max’s hands roam over my buttocks.
His fingers registering every inch of soft skin, the delicate straps of lace.
Then he slaps my ass once firmly, enough for the sudden sting to make me gasp, just as Alex feeds his cock into my mouth.
Tears spring to my eyes, but I want more, I need more.
I forget myself altogether as the avalanche of sweet teasing and punishment continues.
For every smack of my buttocks, I get to taste either Alex or Vincent for the longest, most wonderful minute.
I relax the back of my throat and practically unhinge my jaw to take them.
It’s hard work, but I love the guttural sounds coming out of my men as I lick, suck, and damn near swallow them, each turn they take.
“You’re fucking perfect,” Max declares and slaps my ass again.
I throw my head back. “Please, sir… Please…”
“Please what?”
I can’t see him. I feel his grip on my bound wrists.
His hand caressing my tender buttock, his fingers shamelessly testing my soaking wet entrance.
But I can’t see him. I only see Alex and Vincent, both stacked as mountains, tatted and with their massive cocks begging for my mouth, their lips parted and their gazes darkened, their rippling chests rising with each heavy breath.
“Please take me, Max. Sir, please…”
“Why?” he asks.
“Because I need you inside me. I need you to make me yours.”
A smile ticks over Alex’s lips as he looks down at me. “What will you do for it?”
“Anything you want.”
And I mean it. I have never felt so free and so precious and so goddamn wanted in my entire life. I have never experienced such power, such magic. All I had to do was relinquish control and let these men heal me and fill me and share me. And now, I need more. So much more.
“Open wide, my beautiful angel,” Alex says.
I part my lips and let him in while Vincent strokes himself, watching every second. At the same time, I feel Max spear me with his full length in perfect unison of yet another slap. My ass jiggles and my pussy clenches, stretched wide, as it wraps around his gargantuan cock.
My screams of joy and pleasure are muffled as they all converge on me.
Alex deep-throats me until I lose my breath. Vincent sneaks a hand below and starts flicking my tender clit while Max rams into me from behind. Harder and deeper and faster it goes, my crotchless panties drenched, my legs barely able to hold me.
“Come again, Raina,” Max says. “Come again, baby, I want to feel you all over me.”
I lock eyes on Alex as he holds my head still and slides in and out of my mouth.
Vincent flicks my clit into madness, then takes Alex’s place in my mouth. He releases down my throat a second before another slap on my ass from Max causes the dam to break. I come hard, my vision nearly whiting out as I feel my juices coat my thighs.
Alex feeds me his cock once again, and I suck hard on the tip until he, too, explodes on my tongue. “Oh, God, you’re both delicious,” I manage, my body jelly as Max gives me his last, deepest thrust and shoots deep inside me.
He unties my wrists and wraps his arms around me. Alex and Vincent join in, panting as they hold me close, sweating as they melt into my body the way I melt into theirs.
“You are ours,” Max whispers in my ear, “ours and only ours.”
“I’m yours,” I reply, breathless and brainless, still quivering in their embrace.
It’s only the beginning. I know that. The night is young, and our appetites have only just been unleashed.
We’ll rest for a little while, bask in the lazy afterglow.
They’ll tell me about their guests, we’ll laugh about one thing or another, and next thing I know, they’ll take turns fucking me out of this world, possessing and destroying me before they put me back together again.
And that fleeting thought returns.
What if I don’t want the contract to end?