2. Deeper Throat
Deeper Throat
Havoc
The waitress guided me down a dark, lavish hallway, adorned with black velvet curtains.
My footsteps were hushed by the lush red carpet beneath.
An eager excitement spread through me.
It was a slow and sensual fire that seemed to sync perfectly with the rhythm of my heartbeats.
Still. . .as I walked down the lavish hallway, a slight prickle of unease crept up my spine, making me glance over my shoulder, though the corridor remained empty.
A shadow flickered in the corner of my eye, but when I turned to look, there was nothing but the velvet curtains swaying gently.
Had someone been there?
Or was I just being paranoid?
Soon, the waitress stopped in front of a large gold door and turned to me. “Your room, sir.”
“Thank you.” I reached out, opened the door, and stepped into a space that was nothing shy of pure decadence.
The air was heavy with the scent of new leather and orange spice.
The decor was otherworldly, a fever dream of extravagance and sensuality.
Glass panels were embedded into one wall, revealing the silhouettes of actual naked men and women as they moved seductively in front of shifting lights, putting on a show just for me.
They were part of the decor, living art installations meant to tantalize and intrigue my senses while I fucked to my heart’s content.
This was what a $100k-a-night room provided on the island.
Not bad.
Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The crystals caught the light and scattered it in a thousand directions.
On the other side of the room, four women stood in a line, their bodies adorned in black lace that hugged their curves and revealed tantalizing glimpses of skin.
Their long hair cascaded down their backs, framing their seductive faces. Their makeup was bold, lips painted a deep red and eyes lined with smoky black.
Soon, I would mess all that up with my cum.
Mmmm.
However, there was that moment again where I scanned my surroundings with heightened awareness, every sense on edge, as if expecting danger to strike at any moment.
I’m safe here. Remember that.
I closed the door behind me, locking us into our private world where the erotic promise of ecstasy hung in the air.
A massive bed dominated the center of the room.
A large plastic sheet covered it.
On a small table next to the bed, there were tons of empty water bottles.
Perfect.
I took my jacket off along with my holstered guns, I swept my gaze over the women. “Good evening, ladies.”
Each one was a vision of beauty, but it was their eyes that captivated me—eyes that held a hint of wickedness that mirrored my own.
“Good evening, sir,” one of them purred. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
“Is that right?” I stepped closer, my towering figure casting a long shadow over them. My muscles tensed with controlled power—a predator surveying his prey. “I trust you’re ready to entertain me?”
They nodded.
“Who drank the most water?”
The first woman approached, holding out a length of red silk rope. “I did, sir.”
I checked the other side of the bed. Another small table held a small blow torch, blindfold, several knifes, paddles, and whips.
The woman held out the red silk rope. “May we?”
I smirked. “Of course.”
But it wasn’t me they intended to bind.
“But first. . .strip,” I commanded, leaving no room for hesitation.
They submitted, the delicate lace cascading down their bodies to unveil their exposed, quivering breasts and glistening pussies, ready for the pleasures to come.
Mmmm.
My gaze never left theirs. “Get on the bed.”
They moved as one.
Smiling, I approached the bed.
One of the women lay back and spread her legs.
The plastic cover rippled.
She looked up with a half-lidded gaze. “What would you like to do first, sir?”
I got on the bed, leaned over her and trailed my hand down her body. My voice lowered into a dangerous growl. “I want to tie you up first.”
She whispered, “Yes, sir.”
“Good.” I grabbed the red silk rope from the woman holding the length out to me and secured the one laying on the bed by her wrists to the bedposts.
She gasped and arched her body in response.
The other women watched, their breaths coming in quick, shallow bursts.
“You,” I pointed to one of them, “come here.”
“Yes, sir.” She crawled towards me.
“Touch her.” I pointed to the bound woman. “Make her moan. A lot.”
Soon, she began to caress the woman’s body, exploring every inch, and her fingers moved with practiced skill, eliciting gasps and whimpers from the bound woman.
Without my ordering her, a third woman joined in, her lips trailing down the bound woman’s neck, over her breasts, and lower still until she was lapping at her plump clit.
A dark groan left me.
I gazed at the fourth woman. “Come here and take out my cock.”
“Yes, sir.” She hurried over, sank to her knees, and reached out her hands for my belt.
A wicked smirk spread across my face.
I watched with a predatory hunger as her fingers worked skillfully to unbuckle my belt.
Her gaze never left mine.
I looked over at the bound woman once more, her body writhing under the relentless assault of pleasure brought on by the other two.
I licked my lips.
Her moans grew louder and more desperate with every passing second. The sight of her vulnerability and heightened pleasure fueled my own desire.
As the kneeling woman unlatched my belt and freed the bulge straining against my pants, the heat of her touch sent a jolt of hungry need through me.
Her hands were smooth and confident as they brushed against the fabric of my boxer briefs, pulling them down to reveal my swollen length.
My cock throbbed.
The sight of her kneeling before me was thoroughly intoxicating.
She looked up, and her eyes sparkled with a silent question.
I nodded, granting her unspoken request.
Then, she reached forward to grasp my cock, her fingers curling snugly around my stiff length. Slowly, she brought her mouth to the pulsing tip and sucked in my cock slowly.
A groan ripped from my throat.
But, due to my size, she was only able to get it halfway in.
I gripped the back of her head. “Deeper.”
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes widening slightly at the command. But then she took a breath and pushed herself to go further, her lips stretching around my thick girth.
She got it in a few more inches before choking up saliva and pulling her head back.
I grinned. “Deeper.”
She squinted her eyes, bobbed her head forward once again, this time allowing her throat to open up more.
“Yes.” I licked my lips. “That’s how you suck me off.”
Her muffled groan vibrated around me as she took my length even deeper into her mouth. “Good girl.”
On the bed, the bound woman’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, the other two women bringing her to the edge over and over but never quite allowing her to fall into oblivion.
Fuck yes.
I growled low in my throat; the sight was riling me up more than I'd even expected.
The woman before me continued deep throating my cock, and her muffled choking moans only added to the erotic melody playing out in the room.
She pulled back momentarily, and a thin trail of saliva connected her swollen lips to the head of my cock.
Her cheeks were flushed and glossy with effort as she looked up at me.
“Oh no, little one. You’re not done.”
She blinked.
I ran my fingers through her hair. “Deeper. Until you choke on my cock. Suck me off until you fucking come close to death.”
Trembling, she dove back in, taking me deeper into her throat. The sight of the woman choking on my length, her eyes teary and wide, sent a rush of excited pleasure through my body.
Meanwhile, on the bed the bound woman's cries grew louder.
I gazed back at the two women. “Tease her harder.”
They complied immediately, their movements becoming more aggressive, their fingers diving deeper into her pussy and their mouths sucking harder on her nipples. Soft moans and gasps echoed through the room, blending with the subtle rustle of plastic sheets and the occasional creak of the bed.
And the naked people in the wall began to fuck each other hard.
Yes!
On the bed, the bound woman screamed in sensual agony.
This was only the beginning.
A tantalizing teaser.
A warm-up or. . .tutorial to show the women what I expected of them.
Soon there would be five nasty, wild rounds of fucking full of sweat, groans, a little blood, and absolute sweet agony.
Tonight is going to be a very good night.
I turned to the woman who had said she drank the most water. Currently, she was lapping her tongue between the bound woman’s pussy.
I grinned. “Piss on her.”
“Yes, sir.”
With an excited nod, she positioned herself over the bound woman.
Was she eager to explore my desires?
Or was she happy to dominate the other, if only in this twisted way?
Regardless, I looked on with bated breath.
The others watched with wide eyes as she squatted over her, spread her thighs, and released a pale yellow stream onto the squirming woman below, igniting a primal response deep within me.
Mmm. How beautiful. Urine spilling over her bare unmarked skin.
The sudden warmth and wetness elicited a jerk and gasp from the bound woman, but her cries were quickly muffled by another woman's mouth on hers.
A familiar rush of tantalizing heat vibrated through me as I observed the submissive woman's continued degradation,
Why did I like this?
I had asked myself this question many times before, yet the answer remained elusive.
Sure. . .the act was primal, raw, and undeniably humiliating for the woman—yet it stirred something deep within me.
Perhaps it was the sheer power dynamics at play, the complete surrender of one to the will of another.
Or maybe it was the taboo nature of it, the breaking of societal norms that thrilled me to my core.
I wasn't sure if I had any sexual limits anymore. Each new experience seemed to push me further, testing boundaries I hadn't even known existed.
Was there a line I wouldn't cross?
I couldn't say.
Every act, no matter how extreme, seemed to hold a dark allure. The depravity of it all fascinated me, like a moth drawn to a flame.
But was this lack of limits bad?
Should I be concerned about how far I was willing to go?
The question lingered in my mind, but I found it difficult to care.
The thrill, the excitement of the forbidden, was intoxicating.
It consumed me, driving me to explore deeper into this shadowy world.
I turned my attention back to the woman servicing me—her face flushed, eyes watering, but dutifully continuing her task.
“That's a good girl.”
And then suddenly. . .explosive gunshots shattered the silence and boomed in the hallway.
What?
More booms came.
One after another and another.
Like demented, rabid firecrackers on steroids, bursting right outside of my door.
What. The. Fuck!?
People screamed.
Footsteps pounded as if security was heading that way.
Please, tell me someone isn’t coming to kill me right now.
Anger burned through me.
Not right now, idiot! Kill me after I cum!
And the fuck face kept on shooting whoever was outside my door. It was probably many of the guards. With a hotel like this with very important clients, their security was an army.
This told me that the killer was skilled enough to track me to this island, sneak through security, and come for me.
Too bad, the person won’t be skilled enough to survive.
Pissed out of my mind, I was now abruptly pulled from my erotic euphoria with my cock still submerged deeply in the woman's mouth.
“Enough.” I yanked my cock away.
She choked, gasping for air as I rapidly adjusted my pants. My erection, refusing to be tamed, seethed in discomfort against the fabric of my pants.
Piece of shit. I’m going to beat you until you’re unconscious, tie you up in the bathroom, go fuck these women, and then return to torturing you for the rest of my stay.
The women on the bed, scared and confused, stopped their activities. Their breathless pants and the bound woman's whimpering sobs were drowned out by the storm of bullets outside.
In fact, the tormenting sound of gunfire echoed in the room so loud it caused even the naked people in the glass wall to stop their fucking and stare at me with confused expressions.
What a fucking cock blocker!
The woman kneeling before me stammered. “Sir?”
“Stay here.” I went to my jacket, grabbed my two guns, and took them off safety. “I have to kill someone really quick.”
The bound woman gasped in horror.
A new rush of adrenaline spiked my blood with wild frustration.
You are going to feel nothing but pain for days, asshole.