50. Ana
50
ANA
Silence exploded through the room as they waited for my answer.
Wonder thrummed in my veins. Valentin had asked for my submission, rather than demand it. They wanted me to want it. Even Luca.
And Santa Maria, I did want it.
Valentin’s lips turned up in a smile, gentler than I’d ever seen him before.
If I submitted today, to these three men, they’d ruin me.
“Come here,” Valentin said, splaying his legs out wide so I could stand between them. I waited for his next command. He reached up to cup my cheek and searched my eyes.
The tenderness in his touch brought hot tears that threatened to spill over.
“Tell us who you belong to, princess,” he said. I brought my hand to his, and he stopped moving, waiting for me to agree, waiting for me to cede control.
He tugged on the long ties of my dress, loosening the knot until the wrap fell open, revealing my bare front to him. His sharp intake of breath gratified me.
“Ana?” he rasped.
“ Ma?tre ,” I answered, sinking to my knees and letting my dress drop off my shoulders, shoving down my panic at what my voluntary submission meant, at what Luca thought of me after dragging him into our fucked-up relationship.
Instead of drawing me closer so I could suck his cock, he took a lock of my blonde hair between his fingers and rubbed it, pausing to stare at the flaxen strands.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said softly. “So strong. So goddamned smart. No matter what’s going through your head right now, I want you to know how fucking proud I am of you. You deserve more than any of us could ever give you.”
My eyes jerked to his. How did he always know exactly what I needed?
Valentin sighed and let me see the longing in his eyes, the desire, and his respect for me. No. I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t?—
Pain arced across my nipples, drawing me back into the present. He’d flicked me with that fucking whip he kept in his pocket.
“Stay with me, princess. Who do you belong to?”
I slid my arms behind me and arched my back, lowering my eyes. “You, ma?tre ,” I murmured. “The three of you.”
The men behind me let out their breaths in ragged exhales, and I exalted at the power I held over them.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured. “Crawl to the bedroom.”
I didn’t look over my shoulder to see if they followed, heady with the knowledge that they would, no matter what.
“On the bed,” Angelo ordered. I climbed onto it, then kneeled, facing the headboard, and waited for the next command.
Hot hands captured my wrists and hauled them above my head, cuffing them together and attaching them to a chain hanging from the ceiling. The position left me vulnerable, not quite able to rest my ass on my haunches. Instead of twisting around to see the men behind me, I waited, controlling my breathing.
Clothes whispered, belts clacked, shoes thudded against the floor, and my breath caught at the thought of these three dangerous, breathtaking men, naked behind me.
Someone wrapped a blindfold over my eyes, then placed headphones over my ears. Classical music played loudly enough that I couldn’t hear a fucking thing.
Terror shot through me. No. I didn’t want this. I needed to see them, to hear them. My breath sped up until I hyperventilated, and my heart careened out of my chest, erratic and wild. “Please, no,” I begged, thrashing violently against my bonds. “I can’t—I—” I choked back a sob, unable to control my fear.
I flashed back to the yacht, drugged and unable to resist as Grégoire raped me, beat me, and turned me into his whore. I flashed back to my childhood home, my father locking me in a closet as I screamed.
“Pleasepleaseplease, let me see you,” I begged. “I don’t want this. I don’t want it like this.” A sob burst from my chest. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t stop them. I couldn’t make them do anything, and even as lips caressed my shoulders, my hips, and my body, promising intense pleasure, I couldn’t stop my fear. “Stop, please.”
The blindfold was ripped off and the headphones knocked off my head.
“Princess?” Valentin asked.
I sobbed with relief as Luca’s face filled my vision. He wrapped his arms around me, rubbing his cheek against mine. “I’m here, baby. We’re all here.”
Angelo dropped to his knees beside Luca and pressed his cheek to the other side of my face, his beard scraping against my skin.
“Princess,” Valentin rasped from behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong?”
“It reminded me of the boat,” I whispered, ashamed that even when I was enthusiastically consenting to their games, my head was fucked up.
“ Ah, princesse, je suis desolé ,” he murmured into my hair. “I should have realized. I’m sorry.”
Sorry? What was he sorry for?
“Slaves in a total power exchange don’t always get safe words. Why would you?” he murmured. “But with that comes the responsibility to pay attention and not push you past your limits.”
Luca’s face was unreadable. “A total power exchange?” he asked. “That’s what you meant when you said you owned her?”
His cock twitched against my stomach.
“I want to hate that,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “But the idea of you not being allowed to say no as I overstimulate you for hours is so fucking hot.” My pussy clenched, and I whimpered. “And you like it too, baby, don’t you?”
Angelo’s brow furrowed. “I should want to punish you, angel, for saying no.”
Which meant he didn’t. I didn’t want punishment. I wanted them. I wanted to trust these men so fucking badly, wanted to believe they meant it when they said they’d take care of me, that I’d never want for anything ever again. I needed them to tell me I was their princess, their angel, their baby. I needed them to whisper sweet praise in my ears as I took them. I needed to know that I was more to them than just a toy to fuck.
Angelo leaned forward and kissed me, sweetly, his tenderness taking my breath away. “I don’t want to, though. And I hate that I don’t want to.”
Valentin stroked his hands over my back. Luca kept his hands on my hips and his cheek pressed against mine, grounding me. Angelo watched me, his expression unreadable.
“Sir,” I whispered and bowed my head, praying I wouldn’t regret this, “I’m yours to command.”
My eyes dropped to the tattoo on his stomach, the blonde woman with white wings, and the word inked beneath it—Angel.
“I need you,” Angelo said softly. “I’ve always needed you, angel.”
I nodded, my breath slowing. They weren’t going to break me. I relaxed, trusting that even if these men couldn’t be trusted with my heart, I could trust them with my body.
Luca kissed my forehead, then slid beneath me until I straddled him. I rose up, expecting him to slide me down onto his waiting cock, but he kept moving until his face was directly under my pussy. His shoulders shoved my legs apart, forcing me to hold myself up with my wrists as his hot tongue swiped over my center, sending pleasure and need ricocheting through me.
He devoured me, his lips sucking, teasing, tasting me, a banquet for him to feast on. Fingers slipped into my channel, fucking me roughly as he sucked on my clit with rhythmic intensity. My need spiraled and spiraled.
I twisted in my bonds, desperate for more friction, to grind my clit into his face, to fuck his fingers. Strong arms wrapped around my legs, holding me in place. I rolled my hips, fucking his face, whining, feeling my eyes roll up as I sought my pleasure.
Valentin reached around to yank the clamps off my breasts, and I screamed as blood rushed to my nipples in a symphony of agony, driving me over the cliff into a powerful climax.
Luca intensified his efforts, coaxing me through the aftershocks of that orgasm and right into another.
“No, I can’t,” I gasped.
A hot chuckle vibrated against my back, followed by the pleasant sting of Valentin’s favorite flogger as Luca drove me higher and higher, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to wring ecstasy from my body.
“Please,” I begged, the heat of leather warming the skin of my back and ass, and the fingers that stretched me, and the mouth that devoured me, overwhelming me.
I lost myself to the sensations, coming again as Luca inserted another finger inside me, twisting it until he stroked against a spot that blackened my vision with bliss.
The impacts on my back grew sharper, hotter, stinging with each strike, until the pain morphed into pleasure.
Angelo knelt beside Luca and tapped a finger against my jaw, silently asking me to open my mouth. He teased my lips with his cock before shoving back into my throat. Citrus and sandalwood and musk enveloped me. I sucked hard, unable to control the depth or speed, or whether he fucked my throat so hard he choked me.
I came again.
And again.
Until I lost count, until I sobbed with euphoria, floating mindlessly in a sea of endless pleasure.
Luca scooted back up the bed and lifted my hips.
“Baby, are you ready?”
Dazed, unable to put words together, my mind hazy with lust and pain, I nodded around Angelo’s cock. Luca rolled his hips underneath me, and Valentin dripped warm liquid down my ass.
They filled me, completely, utterly.
It was too much.
It wasn’t enough.
It was everything.
I needed this. I needed them. And they were never going to need me back in the same way.
I gasped for air, my heart breaking with the realization, and Luca began thrusting upward into me, stretching me, hitting that sweet spot that made me whine with pleasure, just as Valentin worked his way in and out of my ass, the intensity of sensation terrifying me as they worked me over.
Angelo grabbed my hair and held my head still as he pumped his cock between my lips. Desperately, I worked my tongue over him, ignoring the drool that slipped out of my mouth, wanting nothing more than to please this man who was so fucking determined to take care of me that he’d removed my ability to take care of myself.
“Ana,” he moaned. “Such a beautiful slut, on your knees, taking all three of us.”
“Gorgeous girl, sweet girl, perfect girl,” Luca whispered as he rearranged my insides.
Valentin didn’t say anything, just held me tight as he fucked my ass slowly, with total disregard for what any of the other men were doing.
Fingers reached around to pinch my nipples, to play with my clit, and the stimulation was too much. I exploded into another orgasm.
But they didn’t stop.
“C’mon, baby, give me another one,” Luca said.
“It’s too much,” I tried to whine around Angelo’s cock, but the only sounds that escaped me were moans, throaty sounds of pleasure as my men wrecked my body.
“You’re so fucking pretty, your pink pussy stretched around my cock, squeezing me, milking me, trying to suck the cum out of me,” Luca said. “Your lips, bruised and swollen, with tears streaming down your face, as Angelo chokes you with his cock, reminding you who owns you. And Valentin?—”
Valentin pulled out of me, then shoved his cock deep inside me and I screamed, coming again, dissolving into an overstimulated mess, sobbing and shaking and unable to do anything but let the three men pound into me, whispering praise as they took their own pleasure.
“One more,” Valentin said, cupping my breasts with his hands. Luca circled my clit with his fingers, and when they all came, painting my insides with their cum, he pinched hard, sending agony coursing through my body that morphed into the most intense orgasm of my life. Pleasure curled in my limbs, trembling, shaking, my vision blackening as the entire world faded.
I’d never be the same again.