Chapter 40 Synn
Synn
I am on the edge of my seat with excitement. I'm hoping Pazessca loves the house as much as we do.
The guys and me, along with Jax’s help, customized it from top to bottom.
We added a game room and a movie room, along with a large kitchen and enormous living room complete with a huge TV on the wall.
There are ten bedrooms, so we can have privacy and our own space if we need it.
The tenth bedroom has a giant, custom-built bed that takes up most of the room for all of us to sleep together.
The lower level has a playroom of sorts for Pazessca, Ghost, and Purge. It's a torture room, with every implement we could think of. It's fully soundproofed and has a drain built into the floor.
The second room downstairs is a special red room, with all the BDSM toys and equipment we could dream up.
The yard is massive and is covered with cherry trees. It's beautifully landscaped, with gardens of flowers along the front, and some immaculately trimmed bushes lining the entire front of the house.
There's an adorable porch in the front of the house, complete with a large hammock-type swing. The back boasts a large, enclosed deck, with a table and chair set, a grill, and even a hot tub. The backyard is fully fenced in, so we’ll have plenty of privacy.
We have the best security available, alongside the extra help from ZYGOS, and Purge’s hacking abilities.
It's the safest place for Pazessca.
We cruise into the upscale neighborhood, and Pazessca is staring out the window, eyes wide. We move past all the houses, to a road way in the back with no neighbors on it. Valley's house is a block over.
Finally, we pull into our underground garage.
Pazessca has tears silently running down her face already. I quickly cover her eyes with my hands, almost forgetting the surprise we have waiting in the garage.
“What? Why are you covering my eyes?” Pazessca complains.
I laugh, helping her out of the car. I shuffle her forward, until she’s standing directly in front of her surprise.
I dramatically uncover her eyes, saying, “Ta-da!”
“Wait... no way. No fucking way. Holy shit!”
Our wife sprints around the car, which is a 1985 Iroc-Z Camaro, with all original parts.
It's in cherry condition and looks like it just rolled off the showroom floor.
It's painted in glitter red, with a black stripe along each side.
The interior is filled with black leather.
Everything is all-original, including a spotless tape deck.
We did add some extra Bose speakers in the trunk; Pazessca loves to blast her music.
“Can I see inside?” she asks.
“I can do better than that,” I say, tossing her the keys. “It’s a wedding gift, from all of us.”
“You got me my dream car?” Pazessca screeches. “Trikk, you devil. You told them, thank you.”
She runs to Trikk, tossing herself into his arms. “I assume you’ll teach me how to drive? Finally?”
“Absolutely, Bambi. My pleasure.”
“Hey now,” Harris complains. ‘I’m the best choice for a driving instructor.”
Pazessca tosses her head back in delight, laughing at Harris’s expression. She runs to each of us, thanking us with hugs and kisses.
I get her attention, and without warning, I scoop her up into my arms.
We all move to the door that lets us inside.
“What are you doing?” Pazessca asks.
“Carrying my bride across the threshold of our new home,” I answer, and she sighs in pleasure.
Phoenyxx
I am positively giddy, pure happiness lighting up every cell inside me. I'm married to eight amazing, psychotic, and beautifully flawed men.
How lucky am I?
Synn carries me inside, then places me on my feet. “Want a tour, Baby Girl?”
“Hell yes,” I answer.
We walk through the huge house, with me oohing over each room they show me. It's just so stunning.
They thought of every tiny detail, making it the picture-perfect house of my dreams.
When we get to the bedrooms, I squeal in delight at the sight of the massive bed.
I waggle my brows at my guys, but Frost says, “Not yet, naughty Killer. We have one more level to show you.”
We file back downstairs, moving through yet another door that leads down. I smile to myself when I realize I no longer fear areas like this. I took it the fuck back.
When we enter the torture room, I yell in delight, fist pumping.
“I have a perfect idea of what to use this for,” I say to my husbands.
“Ghost, Purge—what do you think of using this space to bring sick fucks to die? With my new power as the Rossi heir, I want to sate my bloodlust by finding pedophiles, rapists, and abusers, and bring them here to pay for their crimes. Ghost, you can create your art, and Purge, you can Rage Out.”
I've actually been thinking about this idea since accepting the position. I haven’t had a chance to mention it, until now.
“It’s fucking perfect for that,” Ghost whispers, his voice heavy with his darkness. I shiver in arousal.
“It’s the best place to feed my demons,” Purge tells me, hitting me with an evil grin.
My pussy floods, loving seeing my guys unhinged. I squirm in my tight dress, suddenly wanting it off.
“Thank you for everything, my loves. You have changed my life and made all my dreams come true. I love you all so much, my husbands,” I say to them.
“We need to consummate this shit, bro,” Trikk says, making me giggle.
Razor grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder and smacking me on the ass. I feel myself getting even wetter remembering what he did to me in the courtyard of The Retreat.
We all walk back up to the main floor, then over to the stairs, going straight for the room with the large bed.
Razor sets me down, and I watch with hungry eyes as they all slowly strip off their clothes, piece by piece.
My mouth waters at all those abs and tattoos, every one of their bodies utter perfection.
God, I’m a lucky bitch. These Gods are all mine.
Sam moves behind me and unzips my dress. Purge and Ghost come to each side, pushing the material slowly down to pool on the floor. Hunter picks it up and gently lays it on a nearby chair.
I’m left standing in my red, lacy thong, bared to all their eyes.
My heart is in my throat with nerves. How am I going to satisfy eight men at the same time?
I feel frozen in place, not able to move toward my husbands.
Hunter notices, and orders, “Phoenyxx. Come here, now.” My feet carry me to him, and I stand in front of him, trembling. “You know we will never hurt you, right?”
I nod, and he grabs my chin. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Hunter frowns. “Do you trust them?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Hunter arches a brow.
“Yes, Daddy,” I almost groan.
Hunter pulls me in for a scorching kiss, putting all his passion into it. I make a pleased sound in my throat, and he bites my lip. The little spark of pain makes me even more aroused. I kiss him back hungrily, pawing at his shoulders.
I hear someone come up behind me, and he sweeps my hair off my neck. “Mine,” Purge growls into my ear, making me shiver.
Purge kisses down my neck, reaching his hand around to grab my throat. I grind my ass back into him, unable to help my reaction.
Hunter growls next, palming my breast, tweaking my nipples roughly.
My legs start to shake, and I hope I can hold myself up.
Trikk comes into my line of vision, going to his knees in front of me. He looks up at me, those sultry eyes making my pussy pulse harder.
He gently removes my thong, baring me completely. He grabs my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. He dives in, feasting on me like I’m his favorite dish.
I buck my hips, on the verge of begging for more.
My eyes close, and I feel more hands and mouths on my body.
Someone pulls me from Hunter, kissing me hard. I crack my eyes open to see Sam making out with me, his hands cradling my face.
I'm still so nervous, and the guys can tell.
“Look at me,” Frost says, and I stare as his hips start to move to the music he put on softly. He circles and thrusts, his impressive cock jutting out, taunting me.
“God,” I breathe. “Those liquid fucking hips...”
“Up you go,” Synn says, lifting me away from the others, placing me in the center of the bed.
He lays me on my back, taking Trikk’s place between my legs.
He licks my slit slowly, everywhere but my clit.
I mewl in desperation, but he just chuckles, intent on torturing me further.
Ghost comes up close, and bends to take a nipple into his mouth.
Razor goes to my other side, sucking hard on my other nipple.
Synn takes his time getting to my clit, which he softly flicks with the tip of his wicked tongue.
“Please,” is all I can say.
Synn slaps my pussy, demanding, “Call me King, Pazessca.”
I yelp but obey. “Yes, my King.”
He continues his sensual path, working a finger inside, and my walls clench around it. He puts in a second finger, curving them to hit that spot that makes me see stars.
Synn starts to finger me, sucking my clit into his mouth.
“Yes,” I yell, grabbing his head to hold it where I want it.
Synn shakes free, moving back. “Not yet, Pazessca,” he chastises.
Razor lies down on his back next to me, pulling me on top of him. I grind my soaking pussy along his shaft, getting myself off.
Razor moans. “I need inside you, Fiasca.”
He pushes his hips upward, sliding easily into me. I let out a guttural groan, moving with him.
Razor fucks me from underneath, and my breath leaves my lungs.
My eyes open again when someone taps my mouth.
“Open,” Sam orders, and I happily do as he says.
Sam works himself into my waiting mouth, bit by bit. He grabs my head, guiding me along. He pushes back into my throat, and I gag on reflex. My eyes water, but I manage to take him.
I suckle as much as I can every time he withdraws. I've never seen my Golden-Eyed boy take control like this before. It's hot as fuck.
Someone pushes on my back.
“Lean down into Razor,” Frost says, his voice like a caress.
My mouth pops off Sam while I position myself. As soon as I’m settled, I motion to Sam. “Give me that cock back.”
He stumbles forward, filling my mouth once again.
I feel something cold splash onto my ass. My spine goes rigid, but Frost tuts.
“Relax, Killer. I'm not going to hurt you. I will make you feel so good. The safe word is red, okay? Use it if it gets too much.”
I take a breath as I try to relax my muscles back there. I'm doing this. Fuck the safe word.
I feel Frost parting my ass cheeks, and a finger presses gently inside.
I grumble, but don’t tell him to stop. He adds a second finger, then a third, working to stretch me to take him.
I cry out around Sam’s cock, the sensations pushing me higher into bliss.
“Work her clit, Razor,” Frost tells him.
Razor circles my clit with his fingers, and I jolt upward.
Frost lines his cock up to my waiting hole, pushing inside.
I'm so busy trying to focus on Sam’s cock in my mouth, and Razor’s inside me, I offer no resistance.
Frost bottoms out, then they all three still.
“How does that feel?” Frost asks.
Sam removes himself from my mouth so I can respond.
“Full... so deliciously full. Please, don’t stop.” I'm practically delirious with the need to come.
Sam comes back, shoving himself deep to the back of my throat.
They all move together, working as a unit to fill every part of me.
I look to my other guys, who are all stroking their cocks, making my pussy push out another surge of wetness.
“Like what you see?” Synn asks, grinning.
I can’t answer with my mouth full of Sam. I look at them, motioning Synn and Purge over. I take each one in a hand, jerking them off slowly.
My frantic gaze lands back on Ghost and Trikk, who do something so unexpected, it leaves me breathless.
They reach for each other, stroking each other’s cock.
I make a sound in my throat, humming around Sam’s cock.
“What the—?” Synn starts to say, but I cut him off with a glare.
Hunter is the only one not getting pleasured. His cock bobs, hard as I've ever seen it.
Sam lets out a stuttered breath, and his cock pulses, coming down my throat. I swallow every drop, with a hum.
Sam pulls out, and Hunter eagerly takes his place. I suck him down my throat, my breath stalling when I hear Razor curse. His cock gets impossibly bigger; that piercing of his scraping my sensitive walls, before he shoots his load deep inside me.
Razor pulls out, flopping down on the mattress. Frost is right behind him, yelling as he pulls out of my ass, shooting his jizz onto my back.
Both Ghost and Trikk start to move toward me, but I shake my head. Hunter reluctantly pulls back so I can speak. “No. Not yet. Kiss each other, please.”
They glance at each other, and Trikk shrugs. He grabs Ghost’s face, laying one on him. Their tongues tangle, as they both try to dominate each other.
I groan again, my pussy pulsing on empty air.
They race to me, and Ghost taps Hunter on the shoulder to warn him they're going to move me. Hunter reluctantly withdraws from my mouth.
“Lay on your back, Malishka,” Ghost purrs.
I spread my legs wide, ready to welcome him in. He doesn’t hesitate as he enters me in one, long stroke. He pumps a few times, then stills.
Ghost looks to Trikk, who kneels beside him. Trikk grabs his cock at the base, guiding himself to my already full entrance.
I suck in a breath, knowing what’s coming.
“Distract her,” Trikk says to the room.
Hunter takes his spot back in my mouth, and Purge moves to rub my clit.
I babble incoherently, ready to explode.
Trikk slides inside me, alongside Ghost. Once he’s all the way in, they both move together.
I can feel them everywhere. Their cocks rubbing together inside me is almost too erotic for me to contemplate.
Within seconds, I detonate. My come gushes over them, and pools under me on the bed.
They follow me, one after the other, filling my pussy to overflowing.
Hunter removes himself from my mouth—the only one who hasn’t come yet. Without hesitation, he slides inside me, unbothered by all the other guys come running out of me.
He fucks me hard and fast, a hand on my throat, squeezing enough to reduce my air intake.
I can’t say a word, but I buck underneath him. Grinding my clit against him, I come fast, pulsing around him so hard, it triggers his own release.
Hunter collapses on the mattress with the others.
I'm so sated, I can’t even move.
Ghost moves away, then comes back with a warm cloth, cleaning me up lovingly.
I look at my husbands, love radiating to them all.
We utter words of love and devotion to each other.
I fall into sleep, but none of us get much of it through the night.
Every time we wake, we make love again.
Endless pleasure, all night long.