3. Rosie
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Lust, pleasure, and humiliation all hummed in my body as the sexy stranger’s cock glided in and out of my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I took him, my mind bouncing between enjoying every second of being fucked this way and worrying about Greg.
Fucking Greg.
He was the reason we were in the mess. For such a smart man, he always got us into the strangest and most unfortunate situations. Like paying thousands of dollars just so he could end up as a hostage, and for his wife to have to save him by fucking two strangers.
I was going to save that asshole and never let him live this down.
I choked around Ashton’s cock, sputtering as he dragged himself free and let me take a breath. I panted, a long whimper escaping me as Hawk’s calloused fingertips circled my clit.
Not wearing panties had been a bad choice, in retrospect. I’d thought I’d torture Greg a little for making me do this escape room. But that had backfired, and now I was riding the hand of a man I didn’t know.
My lips parted as Ashton drove forward again.
My vision blurred with tears as I sucked, and damn it.
I loved sucking cock. It was one of my favorite things to do.
There was something about submitting this way that never failed to make me feel like a wanton whore, and I loved that mix of degradation and pleasure.
I loved pleasing the person I was with.
Given how hard he was, and how loud his grunts and groans were, I knew I was pleasing him.
I groaned around his cock as I felt Hawk’s bulky, hard body press against mine. My hips rocked and I humped his fingers without shame, chasing my own orgasm that was just out of sight. He was teasing me, chipping away the last of my morals and reservations.
“God damn,” Hawk grunted. “She’s so fucking wet, Ash. She’s taking every fucking inch of your cock.”
“She needs to take more.”
I accepted the challenge. My eyes rolled back as I took as much into my mouth as possible, feeling the bulk of him in my throat with each full pump of his hips.
Hawk continued to play with my pussy, occasionally sliding two thick fingers against my entrance, dipping them inside me and using my wetness to tease my clit. I felt the roughness of his beard against the curve of my neck as he planted a kiss there, sending a shiver of need up my spine.
“I’m so close,” Ash grunted. “Fuck.”
His thrusts turned needier. Hungrier. Hurried pumps into my mouth, his cock straining as he used me how he pleased. I just wanted him to come. I just wanted him to come down my throat so I could swallow every single drop like a good girl.
For Greg.
To save my damsel of a husband, right?
Because I was a good, devoted wife. A loving, devoted wife who’d do whatever I had to in order to get him back.
With a low grunt, Ashton gave one final thrust, holding my head in place as hot cum shot into my mouth. The salty taste of him unlocked a deeper thirst for more, my hips moving with abandon as I attempted to chase my own orgasm.
But Hawk wasn’t going to let me have it.
The moment Ashton pulled back, Hawk removed his hand from my wet pussy. I gasped, licking my lips as I sank onto my heels, practically dripping.
Humiliation washed over me. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that.
Another click. The three of us looked up as the second door in the room popped open, revealing a second passageway.
“First task completed,” Hawk said, his voice thick with lust.
I turned, looking back at him. Down at his own cock. A wet spot bloomed over the denim.
Oh my god. “Did you come in your pants?” I asked in shock.
He licked his lips. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve always got plenty more if you want it… or if the game master demands it.”
My cheeks burned.
“Let’s go,” Ash said, holding out his hand.
I took it and he pulled me to stand. I swayed on my feet, but then Hawk was there, his body a hard wall for me to lean against. And now, I was sandwiched between them, my head falling back as I looked up at the two men.
“How are you doing?” Hawk whispered.
“Good,” I said. “I’m good.”
They both nodded. “Good,” Ash said. “Let’s see what’s in the next room.”
I could still taste his cum on my tongue as we left the beach themed room behind. The lights in the hallway were dark blue, the sound of water trickling through the dimly-lit space. As the three of us crowded in, the door behind us shut and locked by itself.
“Well,” Ash said. “There’s no going back now.”
I hummed in agreement as he took the lead. I turned my head, looking at the rough-hewn stone walls, blue lights dancing as if we were underwater. A metal diving suit sat in the corner, faux seaweed clinging to it as we rounded a corner and came to a new room.
“Oh.” My jaw nearly hit the floor.
This room had a spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a treasure chest at the foot of a massive shell-shaped bed. Silk sheets stretched over the round mattress, and countless pillows were piled against the headboard.
Ashton, Hawk, and I went still as another screen mounted on the wall flashed on. The timer was still counting down, promising an end to this situation—but whether or not that ending would be happy was clearly up to us.
The game master’s voice didn’t come over the speakers this time. Instead, we were met with the peaceful sounds of the ocean and the horrible timer clicking.
“What do we do?” I whispered.
“We have to figure it out, I think,” Ash said. “It’s an escape room. So we have to figure out what tasks we need to complete in order to get through to the next place.”
A heavy silence hung between the three of us. My eyes drifted to the cross, and then the bench.
“Is that….” I trailed off, unable to finish my question.
“That’s a spanking bench,” Hawk said.
“Right,” I whispered, my cheeks turning crimson.
Heat crawled up my spine. Ash turned to look at us, his gaze hard but full of lust. “It’s time for you to serve Hawk, angel. He’s been so patient. I think he deserves some love.”
“What do we do?” I asked.
“Let’s try the bench out,” Hawk said. “We can see if that unlocks anything...”
Once again, I was conflicted.
I loved being spanked.
I didn’t love being trapped in a room with two…
Hot men?
“Ugh,” I sighed.
“Come on,” Hawk urged. “There’s only an hour and a half left, and we have no idea how long this may take.”
The timer blinked, a constant reminder of the task at hand.
I waited for a moment, expecting the game master's voice to boom through the room again. But we were met with silence.
Knowing that we were being watched, and that somewhere my husband was tied up and trying to escape, turned me on. I felt embarrassed to admit it to myself, but it was true.
Every step forward to the spanking bench made me realize just how wet I was. How desperate I was to come.
What did that say about me? Was it just a valiant effort to rescue my husband?
The bench was made of wood and black leather. It was cushioned for kneeling, and had a place to brace arms.
Admittedly, I was familiar with this type of furniture.
With all of the BDSM items in this room, actually.
Nine years of marriage to Greg, and the two of us had explored a lot of kinks. I’d lost count of how many times I’d found myself willingly bending over a bench and begging for his hand to spank my ass over and over until I was a blubbering, whimpering mess.
With those memories in mind, I melted down onto the bench, leaning over and bracing myself.
“She already knows what to do,” Hawk said with a chuckle. “Does it feel good to bend over for a stranger, darling?”
“Fuck you,” I whispered.
Hawk circled me like a shark. There was blood in the water, and he was ready to devour every part of me. Every time he walked in front of the bench, my gaze dipped to his hard cock in his pants—just waiting to be let free.
A streak of impatience ran through me. “We don't have all day,” I snapped.
He let out a dark chuckle, one that was mirrored by Ashton.
I glanced over my shoulder at the blonde Norse god, my eyes widening as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.
He was completely naked as he walked across the room to the clamshell bed.
The spanking bench faced it, which meant I now had a perfect view of him as he sprawled out, his hand closing around the base of his cock, pumping it in lazy strokes as he watched his friend circle me.
Hawk paused behind me. His hand was hot against my skin as he raked up my skirt, bunching the fabric around my waist and exposing my ass and pussy completely. I shivered as his palm rubbed each cheek.
“Let’s see if this gets us anywhere,” he murmured.
“I thought you were going to fuck me…”
His hand stopped rubbing for a moment, but then continued. “I will, angel. Soon. But this is a spanking bench, and I have a feeling we’ll have to make proper use of it if we’re going to save your husband.”
“Well, you’d better be good at this,” I snapped. “Not just anyone knows how to give a good spanking.”
“Oh, it’ll be good.”
His rough palm sent another shiver through me. He rubbed circles on each cheek, giving each a small slap, building up the momentum and the intensity.
The first true spank took me off guard. I yelped, the pain snapping through me and awakening a deep lust that I’d been chasing all week. This was the kind of submission I’d been craving on this vacation. The kind of fucking I’d needed.
My eyes fluttered, a sharp breath dragged between my parted lips. Hawk spanked me again, the heavy thud rocking my entire body. I felt it reverberate all the way to my bones, my pussy responding with a pulse.
Fuck.
I needed more.
I met Ashton’s gaze. His haughty smirk. It was enough to awaken my anger again, but then Hawk spanked me a third-fourth-fifth time. All my thoughts crumbled. All my resistance evaporated.
“Fuck,” I gasped, pushing my ass back to meet the next strike.
And of course, he withheld it. “Look at this eager little cunt,” Hawk purred. “Did you see that, Ash?”
“I sure as fuck did,” he said. “You should see her face. The way her eyes cross every time you spank her. She’s pathetic and needy, isn’t she?”
His thick fingers dragged over the seam of my pussy, coated with my essence. He slid two inside of me and I cried out, arching as I squeezed around him.
“Fucking christ,” he rasped.
He pulled his fingers out and then moved them to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth.
“Clean that mess up. Now.”
I sucked them dutifully. The taste of myself was sweet in my mouth, my muscles shaking as his other hand smacked my ass. I kept sucking as he spanked me over and over, the constant battering pain building.
I whimpered and realized…
“She’s fucking drooling,” Ash said, launching himself off the bed as spit rolled down my chin.
It was so embarrassing, but he was right. I was drooling.
Hawk let out a low moan. I heard the zip of his jeans. The sliding of fabric to the floor.
Then I felt the head of his cock.
In the same moment he positioned himself behind me, Ashton positioned himself in front of me. He cradled my chin, tipping it up.
“You’re going to be a good little toy for us, aren’t you?” he whispered, his voice thick with need. “Aren’t you? Your pussy is gonna worship his cock while your mouth worships mine.”
“Yes,” I rasped.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, Sir. Sirs.”
“Good girl,” Hawk praised.
Ash scoffed. “She’s not being good. She hasn’t earned a single shred of praise yet. Save it for when she’s actually doing what she’s supposed to.”
“Fine.” Hawk sighed. “She’s so wet though…”
“And?”
Hearing them speak about me like I was nothing more than their plaything made my pussy throb.
I whimpered, opening my mouth obediently as Hawk grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my muscles.
Ash lined up the head of his cock, and in the same moment, they both thrusted forward—taking me simultaneously.
My eyes rolled back in pleasure. Hawk’s cock was thick and stretched my pussy in a way that had me whimpering around Ash’s cock.
I forgot all about my ruined vacation, my stupid husband, and the predicament we were in.
I forgot about everything except the feeling of their cocks gliding in and out, the two men finding a relentless rhythm.
Blood rushed in my ears. My muscles relaxed, as if with every driving pump they hit a be-a-good-girl button inside of me. They pushed it repeatedly until my mind was wrapped in pure submission.
Hawk dragged his cock back and then drove deeper. His palms smacked my ass, the pain only making the pleasure sweeter. Ash grabbed a fistful of my hair, tears springing to my eyes as they fucked me together.
“Fuck.” Ash suddenly paused while his cock was deep in my throat. “This isn’t unlocking anything. There hasn't been any word from the game master.”
Hawk’s thrusts slowed. I whimpered in protest, but they both ignored me. “Maybe we need to come inside her.”
“Maybe…” Ash trailed off, looking down at me.
I looked up at him through blurry vision, my eyes widening as he smiled.
For a moment, I thought he might compliment me.
“I wonder what would happen if we took her to the bed,” he said. “The shell…”
Hawk grunted, giving a slow thrust. “Let’s come inside her then fuck her there too. I want her ass.”
“I bet you do,” Ash laughed. “I wonder if she could take us at the same time.”
“Maybe that’s what they want.”
“Maybe that’s what we want, too.”
Fuck. All I could do was groan. Groan and take whatever they decided to give me. My muscles quaked as they started a brutal rhythm again. Hawk slapped my ass until I tried to squirm away, but they had me trapped on the bench.
“I’m close,” he huffed.
“Me too,” Ash muttered.
I didn’t want this to end. That full realization jarred me, and then my thoughts went blissfully blank again. My pussy quivered, the orgasms so close. I was so fucking close to coming, so damn close?—
Both of them grunted, each giving a final thrust. Hot cum gushed inside me, filling my throat and pussy at the same time.
And denying me my own orgasm.
Again.
I swallowed every drop. The heat in my belly unfurled, and as they both pulled out, their cum dripped from me.
“I was so close to coming,” I gasped. “I was so fucking close.”
“You don’t get to come until we let you,” Ash said. “You have to earn it, sweetheart.”
“I just took you both at the same time. How did that not earn me at least one orgasm?”
“So much sass.” He snorted. “Do you hear that tone?”
I looked over my shoulder at Hawk, who shook his head slowly as if he were disappointed in me.
“Maybe it’s time we ask for a clue,” he said.
The three of us looked up at the screen and timer.
We were quickly running out of time.
“Fuck,” I whispered. “Yes, ask for a clue. I’ll do anything with the two of you.”