Chapter 10
Tink
Several minutes later, Hook moves me to the bed to straddle a man. Gaeton. I’d recognize those thick thighs anywhere. His rumbling laugh only confirms it. “A shame you can’t see the show, Tink.”
“Another time,” Hook says before I can speak.
For the first time in a very long time, I don’t know what to say.
It’s just as well that I don’t have to say anything.
I’m not the one running this show. Hook is.
And it’s his hand that brushes my thighs as he fists Gaeton’s cock, as he rolls a condom onto it, and his grip on my hip that guides me down.
I know it’s Gaeton filling me almost uncomfortably full, but tonight he’s not in charge any more than the others are.
His cock, his mouth, his everything is an extension of Hook’s will.
Hook’s will includes giving me three cocks on my wedding night.
I might love him if I didn’t hate him so much.
I shift, trying to adjust to Gaeton’s size, and Hook’s fingers find my clit. “Relax.”
Relax. As if that’s even remotely in the cards right now. My earlier denied orgasm teases me in time with the pad of his finger circling. I shift, but that only has Gaeton rubbing deliciously inside me. “Fuck.”
“Such a mouth on you.” Another chuckle. “Lean forward and brace your hands on Gaeton’s chest.”
Gaeton helps me along, pressing my hands where Hook instructs. He’s tall enough that the position has me stretched out over him. Hook smooths a hand down my spine, stopping at the small of my back.
Feminine hands squeeze my ass, spreading me. I tense before I can stop myself. Malone’s low laugh joins Hook’s. “Are you sure this is a present to your wife, rather than us? I’m feeling rather fortunate at the moment.”
Wife.
The word brands me more than any action any of the people in this room could take. Nothing they do to me can match that Hook has fundamentally changed my role. That I let him.
“Malone is eager to take your ass.” Hook’s voice is pure temptation in my ear. “Would you like to guess what color strap-on she chose for tonight?”
Malone has a whole rainbow of strap-on dildos that she uses at her pleasure. Each has a different size, shape, or feature. The collection is just as notorious as the woman herself.
I swallow hard. “Purple?” A nice middle-of-the-road size and shape. Nothing too fancy.
“Close. Blue.” The next size up. He nips my earlobe, making me shiver, which sends a cascade of pleasure through me when the move vibrates Hook’s fingers and Gaeton’s cock.
Gaeton curses. “Fuck, but your woman feels good, Hook.”
I’ve fucked Gaeton before. He’s fun, and he’s mean, and after his last relationship went down in flames, he had just as much anger to work out as I did.
As I do. It’s never been like this before.
I’m a toy to be played with, and they’re all tools used by Hook for my pleasure.
Both things are true, and yet I can barely wrap my mind around it.
“Hold,” Hook murmurs. I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or Gaeton.
In the end it doesn’t matter, because Malone ensures there’s no forgetting about her.
She spreads lube over me, and then the dildo is pressing against my ass.
Blue isn’t anywhere close to her largest strap-on, but it’s still no joke.
I whimper as she breaches my entrance and presses deeper, inch by slow inch.
Hook stops playing with my clit. His hands seem to be everywhere. Stroking down my spine and back up again. Over my arms. Cupping my breasts briefly before repeating the cycle. Soothing me. “Relax, beautiful girl. You can take it. Don’t fight it. Just breathe.”
My breath hisses out as Malone sinks the last inch and her narrow hips meet my ass. With Gaeton’s giant cock taking up so much space, I feel impossibly filled. I shift, but there’s no relieving the sensation. “I need …”
“I know.” Hook’s hand lands on the back of my neck, grounding me even as he guides me up. The new position pushes the other two even deeper, and I can’t help restlessly moving against them.
“Jameson.” I don’t mean to say his name. I really don’t. It comes out more like pleading than anything that’s crossed my lips thus far.
“Soon, Tink.” He drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Will you let Beast in? He’s been rather patient, don’t you think?”
Oh. My. God.
I nod slowly. Dazed. Needy. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl.” He nudges my mouth open and shifts me slightly to the side, and then Beast’s cock is there.
My tongue plays over his piercings as he pushes past my lips.
Deeper and deeper, until he nudges the back of my throat and breathing through my nose is something I have to concentrate on to accomplish.
“If you need to stop for any reason, slap Gaeton’s chest.” He picks up my hand and demonstrates. “Do you understand?”
Speaking is out of the question, so I moan a little. Beneath me, Gaeton laughs, the sound as strained as I feel.
“If you could see the picture you make.” Hook’s thumb strokes the spot behind my ear and down my neck. “You’ll take everything they give you, and you’ll thank me afterward for the pleasure of the experience.” His voice goes hard. “Begin.”
They start fucking me slowly, each working to figure out my limits. I can’t focus on any one penetration. Gaeton shoves deep and grinds against my clit. Malone is working my ass in steady strokes. Beast wraps my braid around a fist to hold my head immobile while he fucks my mouth.
He finds his rhythm first. Or maybe he just knows what he likes and fully intends to use me to accomplish it. It makes me feel a little dirty and a little used. I love it. I open wide to allow him as deep as I can take him.
“Harder.” Hook’s command flips a switch in the other two.
Gaeton grips my thighs and spreads me wide. Then he begins fucking me in rough strokes that shove me back against Malone while pushing Beast’s cock deep enough into my throat that I gag and tears spring from my eyes to soak the blindfold.
Finally, blessedly, my brain clicks off completely, the last of my defenses sliding away. I relax into everything they’re doing to me, relax into the pleasure beating my body in vicious waves that are almost too much.
Through it all, Hook’s hand on the back of my neck keeps me from floating away entirely.
Wait.
This isn’t right.
I keep on hand on Gaeton’s chest like I’ve been ordered, but I reach for Hook with my free hand.
He lets me touch the muscles lining his stomach, lets me grip the waistband of his pants, lets me undo the fastenings with fumbling fingers.
I can barely focus, but I manage to get his cock out.
I give him a stroke, but it’s not … I can’t …
“Hold.”
Everything stops.
My jaw aches as Beast eases from my mouth. Hook gives the back of my neck a squeeze. “Tell me what you want.” No amusement in his voice now. Just harsh command.
“I want Gaeton to suck your cock.” It’s not the only thing I want. But even blitzed out of my mind, I can’t quite speak the words that will have the cock I really want inside me.
“Mmmm.” Despite his low words, I’m sure I’m not imagining his hand shaking on the back of my neck. It’s the slightest tremor, but I’m suddenly sure I’m the cause. “What do you think, Gaeton?”
“What the fuck do you think I think? Yes.”
There’s some shifting around, though Hook doesn’t relinquish his hold on me. I appreciate that more than I can put into words. He’s my tether, the contact that will see me through this.
“It’s a shame you can’t see Gaeton take my cock deep, wife. It’s quite the sight to behold.”
“Maybe next time,” I repeat his earlier words back to him.
Hook’s laugh is harsh. “Yes. Next time.” The barest pause. “Continue. Don’t stop until she’s coming or you are.”
Beast gives my braid a yank, and then his cock fills my mouth again. This time, there is no pausing, no hesitation. The three of them simply resume fucking me as if they never stopped.
I can’t move, can’t think, can’t do more than take what they give.
Take and take and take. The pleasure is so acute, it edges on pain.
And through it all, even though I’m half sure it’s my imagination, I can hear Gaeton sucking Hook’s cock.
The low sound in the back of his throat when Hook shoves deep.
Hook’s harsh exhale when Gaeton does something with his tongue. All of it.
And then Hook’s voice, reaching across the darkness to show me the way home. “Let go, Tink. I’ve got you.”
My orgasm catches me entirely by surprise, shattering me down to my base parts and grinding them further to dust. Until I am nothing, and there is peace in that nothingness.
It only lasts a moment, and then I’m slammed back into my body as Beast pulls from my mouth and hot come lashes my breasts.
Malone eases out of my ass mere seconds before Gaeton hooks me around the waist and flips us, sending me to the mattress on my back and driving into me once, twice, a third time.
He pulls out, yanks the condom off, and comes across my stomach with a low curse.
“Look at the mess they made of you,” Hook murmurs approvingly. His hand touches my temple, and it’s the only warning I get before he eases the blindfold from my eyes.
The room is only lit by the firelight, and even then it’s glaringly bright after so long in the dark.
I blink rapidly, trying to force my eyes to adjust. Things come into focus one at a time.
Gaeton kneeling between my thighs, his skin shining with a faint sheen of sweat.
He’s got freckles. That always surprises me.
Standing behind him on his left is Malone. She’s dressed in an outfit I designed for her and looks like she just came from a business meeting or a runway, aside from the blue cock strapped to her hips. She gives me a faint smile, though her eyes are warm enough.