Black Card Black

Chapter Seven

S he was expecting more talk; an elaborate charade where she was made to put on an outfit and parade about for them. A way of easing her into things.

They weren’t interested in any of that.

Levi and Owen carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it. She sat up, just to be slammed back down by Woods, his chokehold firm and merciless. Essie wanted to ask him to take off the mask, but was interrupted by Levi kneeling between her legs, the cool plastic of the eyes of his mask grazing her naked thighs. Woods held her by the neck, forcing her to watch as Levi lifted his mask to expose his mouth, keeping it over the top of his head so she couldn’t see his eyes.

His tongue was rough, wet, and so much longer than she expected. It seemed to grasp parts of her, running along crevices as she moaned and lifted her hips. He was close, so close to licking where she needed to be licked, he just had to—

Her head was shoved to the left, Owen’s cock going into her mouth without hesitation as he kneeled on the bed next to her face. Gazing into his eyes, she swirled her tongue along the head of it, her hand sliding along the shaft and beginning to pump it. She tried to focus on those movements and only those movements, but then Levi clamped his entire warm, wet mouth around her pussy and growled , sending a thrill of vibrations into her so pleasurably that she gasped, sucking Owen’s cock deeper into her throat. It made her gag, but that made him groan, his gloved hand caressing her face.

“ Men have fantasies, too,” Woods had told her. But that didn’t prepare her for this. She expected them to take turns with her, or do separate, selfish things to her body. She hadn’t expected this chemistry between them as they worked together, all to bring her concurrent waves of pleasure. It felt rehearsed, but intimate. Like they knew what they were doing but still enjoyed doing it.

Woods held her jaw firmly and began bobbing her head on Owen’s cock. “Tighter. Make your lips tighter,” he ordered. All of this while those black latex hands dove down the front of her body, his fingers spreading her pussy lips apart, holding her open so Levi’s mouth could explore her more. The sensations all seemed to pulse in rhythm, a warm light flashing and growing brighter inside of her.

Owen’s cock pumping between her lips, one of his arms bracing himself on the bed as he loomed over her.

Wood’s hand around her neck, his words whispered to her. The mask flat against her earlobe, calling her a good girl, a goddess. “God Essie, you turn me on so much.”

His middle and forefinger on his other hand slowly orbiting her clit, brushing it then leaving it alone just for Levi to lick it for a moment, the two of them alternating so perfectly it felt vindictive. Like they were playing a game with her body.

Levi’s finger sliding in and out of her pussy.

The grunts, the breathing, the moans coming from each of them, the sounds she was making, all of it rising to a cacophony. It was too much—too much stimuli, too much going on, her entire perception narrowing to a pinpoint of pleasure, pressure imploding upon itself.

She threw her head back, Owen’s cock dragging against her cheek. “I’m going to fucking cum! ” she yelled at them angrily, like it was their fault (it was). As if it made her a little angry how good this felt (it did).

“Go ahead. Cum,” Woods told her. “You can have the first one.” He kept the same tempo, the same pressure on her clit. “The rest of them you will have to beg for.”

She had to turn and scream into the pillow, her hands curling into fists that tore at the bedsheets, her legs tightening around the sides of Levi’s head, grinding herself against his mouth as the orgasm ravaged her.

The pacing began to slow after that—Owen pulling away from her, Levi pulling his back over his mouth. The pleasurable heat from all their bodies so close to her faded, and she looked around, desperate to know what was going to happen next. She watched as Levi took off his shirt and stood at the edge of the bed in nothing but a pair of black briefs, the mask still concealing his face. He took the gloves off, pulling them at the wrist with fluid ease that made her wonder if he worked in the medical field.

Owen left his gloves on as he stripped, the mask coming askew, forcing him to turn away slightly to readjust it.

Woods, however, stayed on the bed with her. He slid the bend of his elbow around her neck, squeezing her throat with his bicep. He forced her to sit up, and when she did, he maneuvered behind her, using his heels to hook into her thighs and pry her legs apart, her back against his chest as he turned her back and forth, seeming to relish the full control of her.

Black.

The safe word tempted her, but she didn’t want to give Woods the satisfaction of tapping out so easily. This was a rush—a visceral, adrenalized blur of bodies and emotions, but the thirst to prove herself was still stronger than any sort of fear.

“Pick one,” he said. “Pick who fucks you first.”

That was easy; she wanted it to be Woods. The other two were fine. Wonderful. Particularly Levi if he kept doing that thing with his mouth. But she was here for Woods. If any of the other men had been the ones to greet her at the cafe, she wouldn’t be here.

She enjoyed these greedy, lustful thoughts. Mechanisms of her brain that hadn’t felt alive in years as the sex died its slow, painful death with Ryan.

Now she was being told to pick . The power made her nervous.

Essie wanted to lean back against Woods, knocking the mask off so she could speak clearly into his ear. I want you to kick them out and make them listen to what you do to me. Make me scream so loudly they get hard just picturing what is happening.

But, as she looked at Levi—his powerful chest, his bulging shoulders—she wondered if Woods ever got jealous. That would be delicious, getting him to drag her away from the other men in a frenzy of jealous lust. To claim her.

“I want Levi,” she said.

Woods chuckled. “We’ll never hear the end of it, will we, Owen?” His voice became deep, mocking Levi. “She chose me, bro. Did you see that?’”

Owen laughed. Was it her imagination or did Levi grow oddly still, like he wasn’t in on the joke?

Woods released her and shoved her face down on the mattress. A swift slap made her ass sting.

Was there a little jealousy in that slap? A little frustration?

She didn't have time to overthink, because Levi was already pulling at her legs, dragging her to the edge of the bed, hands digging into her hips as he moved her easily.

Woods laid on his side, propping himself up with one hand, like he was lazily watching a football game on TV. The mask was askew at a jaunty angle, seeming to highlight how absurd this whole thing was.

That wouldn't do. She didn't want him lackadaisical and aloof. She wanted him clenching his fists in anger.

She wanted him to remember her.

The weekend would end and they would all retreat back to their lives. Essie would go back to her collapsing relationship, Woods to the next client/volunteer/kidnapping victim. Someone younger than her. Prettier. With better hair and a nicer smile. And she would be left rotting next to Ryan, or rebuilding her life piece by piece—all with the horrid sense that she had been wasted, wasted on men like Ryan, who said the right things and were dreadfully, painfully considerate and decent but still cheated.

Or wasted on someone like Woods, giving them some satisfaction for a small glimpse of time but not meeting whatever insane standard they had in a woman to be worthy of a relationship.

Her thoughts kept stacking; each delirium attaching itself to that horrific pit of rejection and shame that had been building for months. The one that grew larger each time she looked in the mirror and noticed a new line in the corner of her mouth, when whatever pants she chose that day fit too tightly or too loosely, when she passed a woman who dared to look happy and attractive. This pit of aching analysis—shredding her own skin with her eyes to grab the root of every flaw and hurl it— splat— against the mirrored glass and scream, “THIS! This is why he won't fuck me. This is why he found someone else.”

She had taken a complete step towards mental collapse when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked over to see Woods, the mask perched on top of his head, revealing his warm, caring face crinkled into concern. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I don't know, I'm fine.”

He glanced at Levi. “Let's give her a break.”

“Come on, we were just getting started,” Levi protested.

“We have all night and tomorrow. Go get some water.” He gave Essie another spank, but this one was light, affectionate. “Not everyone is a fucking degenerate, Levi. Some of us have emotions.”

Levi groaned and slumped away, the door to the suite opening. Owen followed, closing the door behind him.

Woods hopped off the bed. “We'll leave you alone. If you want to leave, just let us know.” He tilted his chin towards the phone next to the bed. “Order whatever you want.”

He started to leave too, but she spoke.

“Can you stay?”

Woods grinned. “Only if I can brag to Levi and Owen that you like me more than them.”

“Sure. Whatever makes you happy.”

He fell back into bed, groaning with exhaustion. “I don't know the last time I just… laid down.”

She settled next to him, pulling the covers over herself, their shoulders touching.

His face was half-buried into the pillow. “Your shampoo smells good,” he said. “I can smell it on the pillow.”

“Thank you. I spent an entire day getting ready.”

“Yeah? We did that, too. I thought Owen was going to drown me with his cologne.”

Her curiosity piqued. “You guys all get ready together? Like girls at a sleepover?”

“Kind of. It's easier than trying to pick everyone up the night of.” He reached over and brushed a sweaty strand of hair away from her eyes. “Organizing an orgy is more difficult than you think. Everyone is so busy these days.”

“Do you all get ready in the same mirror and spray each other with cologne?” she teased. The bed felt like it was shrinking; the more they talked the more they naturally turned to each other—smiles widening, eyes darting around to search each other for detail.

“Yes, Essie, we all slap baby powder on each other’s chests. I tell Owen he’s a very good boy and Levi tells me how handsome I am.” Woods' face crinkled in amusement before he burst into a delighted laugh. “When Owen first started doing this, he was so scared about us seeing his dick.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah, this is good gossip. Don’t tell him I said this, he’ll be mad. He thought we were like… pornstars.”

“What does that mean?”

“Giant cocks.”

“Oh.” She started to compliment his, then realized she hadn’t actually seen it.

“He thought we had these massive, mutant pieces and he wouldn’t measure up. He tried to back out, saying the women wouldn’t want him.”

“His cock is, uh… very nice.”

Woods nestled closer to her, one arm snaking over, just under her breasts, pulling her closer to him. Their noses touched briefly as he spoke softly. “You should tell him that.”

The nervousness was dissipating. The world had stopped spinning. Her emotional hurricane still lingered, but maybe she was in the eye of the storm right now. She let her voice drop, becoming soft, and whispered. “Yeah? Won’t I make you jealous?”

His hand was on her hip now. “Hmm, depends on how you say it.”

She leaned into him, her leg hooking over his, drawing his knee between her thighs as she sidled up to him, falling into the nook under his chin, against his chest. Her lips trailed towards his ear, kissing gently, feeling the rasp of his stubble. “You have a really, really nice cock,” she said softly.

He squeezed her ass, his knee firm against her pussy. “That might make me jealous,” he murmured. And then they were kissing, angrily, like they’d just broken up but realized the mistake and wanted to be back together, a chaotic clatter of lips and tongue and teeth. Her fingernails dug into his collarbone as his hands moved over her body, squeezing and touching, never staying in one spot for long, as if he couldn’t decide which part of her he wanted to touch the most.

His hands moved to her breasts, and for a moment he paused, moving his fingers over one of her nipples, his entire hand laying flat with the nipple poking between his middle and ring finger. He squeezed them together, trapping it, and pulled on it slightly, the rest of his hand grabbing her breast.

“Are you alright now?” he asked. His tone was teasing, but there was concern on his face.

“Mmhm,” she groaned, turning to lay flat on her back, hoping he would do the same thing to her other breast. As if he read her mind, his hand moved to it, giving it the same teasing treatment.

“You want to keep going?”

“Yes.”

He slapped her. It was firm enough but didn’t sting at all. It knocked her chin towards him, so she could glare in his eyes. “What are your safe words?"

“Black.”

He gathered her wrists and locked them together, pinning them above her head. He got on top of her, leaning his entire weight down. “And what does that mean?”

“It means I’m enjoying it but would like to move on.”

“Open your mouth.”

She let her jaw drop.

“What is the second?”

“Black card.”

He spit into her mouth, some of the saliva landing on her chin. He clamped a palm over her lips, his forehead pressing directly against her forehead. Essie groaned, rubbing her thighs together underneath him. She’d always wondered what this was like. Ryan might utter a “right there, baby” during sex but he’d never had the patience—the sense of the moment—to do anything like this.

“What does black card mean, Essie?” He removed his hands from her mouth and stared intently at her.

“It means… It means I am uncomfortable and want you to do something else immediately.”

More slaps, back and forth across her face. He was being such a dick. Genuine anger flared in her, only to be silenced when he choked her—the air clicking in her throat, her feet kicking as she struggled for air.

He held her for a long pause. His eyes moved rapidly in their sockets, examining every movement of her face. She could feel how hard he was, pressing against her leg.

“If you’re being choked, like this…” he said, tightening even more, “Or there’s something in your mouth, how do you communicate you need help?

Essie stopped struggling and blinked rapidly, five times.

“Good girl.” He released his grip.

She coughed when he let go, drawing in rough gulps of air.

Woods sat up and slid off the bed. He wandered to the foot of it, his fingers brushing her toes. Leaning on an elbow, she watched him.

“And the last one?”

“Black card, black card.”

“And that means?”

“Full stop. Everything ends. You’ll take me home.”

He was putting the mask back on. “Are you ready?”

No. Not really. She should be home, wrapped in a blanket, making an attempt at reading a book but actually just scrolling on her phone.

But Woods looked so damn good in that mask.

“I’m ready.”

He knocked twice on the bedroom door. Owen and Levi walked through it.

“Do either of you have a pen?” Woods asked.

Owen reached into his pocket and pulled out a black permanent marker.

Woods took it. He flipped it in his hand. “Good enough.” He looked at Essie. The mask, the change in demeanor… It was hard to believe that moments ago he had been gentle. Tender. Almost loving. “Grab her.”

Levi and Owen pounced on her. She drew her legs back in mock-terror, glaring at them. Owen grabbed her wrist; she twisted out of it, only to have Levi seize her ankles and drag her off the bed.

Her resistance seemed to baffle them. Levi glanced at Woods, who shrugged.

“She knows the safe words. If she wants to be disobedient, we can fix that.”

She was forced to her knees. Levi held her right arm, one hand clamped tightly around her shoulder, the other grasping her wrist. Owen did the same on her left.

Woods crouched in front of her and uncapped the marker. She twisted away, but the men didn’t budge.

In jagged, black letters, Woods wrote “S-L-U-T” across her naked chest, starting the S high near her collarbone and dragging the top of the T over her nipple and down her breast.

She looked down and gaped at it. The chemical smell of the marker wafted into her nostrils. “Is that permanent? Please tell me that it wasn't permanent.”

“It’ll wash off. Eventually.” He stood and capped the pen before tossing it onto the little desk. “After your husband sees it.”

That sent a jolt of anger through her she didn’t quite understand. Who the fuck did this man think he was? A two-bit, Christian Grey rip-off in a Halloween mask—

"We made her mad,” Woods said, amused.

“Good,” Levi replied. Together he and Owen pulled her up by the arms, until she was trapped between the three men, each of them forming the points of a rough triangle. “She looks hot when she’s angry.”

She glanced wildly to each one, feeling the pinpricks of fear, the wild thud in her chest of excitement. There was an intensity here she didn’t know was possible. It was still tempting to cry out, “Black card, black card,” but now she wanted to see how far they would take this.

How far they would take her.

She was shoved in the back by Owen, so that she pressed against Levi’s chest. Someone—she wasn’t sure who—positioned themselves directly behind her, her ass pressing against an erection, their breath on her back and neck.

She was squeezed between them, looking up into Levi’s merciless eyes.

Woods, somewhere to the left—that meant it was Owen directly behind her, groping her breasts, his erection stiff against her—said, “I’m getting bored. Will someone stick their cock in this little cunt already?”

I don’t understand. How is he so sweet and gentle one minute, then a raging dickhead the next?

Was it all manipulation? Was he sweet talking her into doing whatever he wanted? Was there any truth to how he was in the bed?

There was no time—thank God—to overanalyze her favorite masked man because the other two seemed intent on tearing her apart. She found herself suspended between them, her arms around Levi’s neck, her legs hooked around his hips as she sank down with a yelp onto his cock.

The blank face of the mask made his thrusts impersonal. She was being used; whatever this man was in real life, this was what he looked forward to. She was his toy right now, a thing to be to fucked to relieve stress. She felt the rigid hardness of his arms, the coiled strength, and wondered if she could get him to beg for her.

Getting someone like that to submit would be addicting.

Levi kept fucking her, but by natural motion and the weight of them together he gradually sank lower and lower to the floor, eventually lying flat on his back. Owen’s hands on her shoulders helped them keep balance until she was sitting on top of Levi, rocking with the motion of his hips as he kept powering into her from below. He kept hold of her sides, his palms firm against her ribs as he moved her up and down on his dick. He raised her until it nearly slipped out, the head of it stretching her entrance, before letting her slide back down. He growled each time, his words getting lost and nonsensical in a jumble of pleasure. “Right, just like that, right there—”

Woods and Owen approached her from either side, stroking their cocks.

“I thought you could ride dick better than that, Essie.” Woods said.

Keeping her eyes locked on him, she began rolling her hips on top of Levi, meeting his thrusts. Still not breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and took Owen in her mouth. She let out a loud moan, just for Woods’ benefit, before making a luxurious show of slowly nodding her head, the ridges and veins on Owen bumping against her lips.

Woods watched this for a while, lazily stroking himself. Once, he seemed to yawn, his chest swelling and a great sigh emanating from behind the mask.

She let go of Owen with a loud pop, even as Levi began pumping faster from below, each jolt sending that aching, stuffed feeling deeper and deeper into her stomach, making it hard to talk.

“Am I boring you?” she asked him.

He replied by slapping her with his cock. “Open.”

Levi kept fucking her, this time bouncing her so that Wood’s dick brushed her forehead.

“Stop,” Woods told him.

Levi froze. He and Essie both came to a panting standstill. He was still buried inside of her, and started to do tiny, micro thrusts that made her dig her nails into his forearms.

“Owen,” Woods said. “Get me the whip.”

Owen disappeared for a moment, then came back, handing him a black whip.

“Now,” Woods said, uncoiling it. “Essie, put your arms behind your back.” She did so. “Levi, hold her hands.”

Levi reached his broad arms around her and clamped his hands over hers. “Open your mouth, Essie.”

She did so.

He placed his cock gently in her mouth. She clamped her lips around it, eager to hear him gasp.

The whip cracked, striking her ass with stinging viciousness. She hissed, baring her teeth around his cock.

“Oh, you want to use your teeth? Okay.” He laid the whip over his shoulder and took control of her head. “Bite the tip. Bite it.”

She bit down, gingerly, using her front teeth, not wanting to hurt him.

The whip struck her again.

“Come on! Bite it, you little slut! Harder!”

She bit down all the way and he roared in a mixture of pain and satisfaction. “Finally! Jesus fucking Christ—” The whip came down again and again. “When I tell you–” Crack. “—to do something—” Crack. “—you’d better do it.”

He gave the whip to Owen. “She disobeys again, give it to her. Hard.” He gazed at Essie. “But she’s going to be very good from now on, right?”

Her eyes, full of tears, stayed on him. “Yes, sir.”

“Open your mouth. Do not close it until I say.”

Her mouth hung open, anxious and waiting as he began to fuck her throat.

Levi was below her still. She could sense his frustration; he’d been fucking her in short, spasmic bursts whenever Woods seemed distracted.

“Do you like Levi's cock in you, Essie?”

“Yes, sir. I love it.” She said, muffled, trying to form the words around his cock. It drew laughter from the men.

“He's a good boy, isn't he?”

The sense of control, the confident dominance emanating from Woods… It seemed like an average work day to him. Her wildest, most fucked up fantasies were routine to him. He took his cock out of her mouth and waited for her to speak.

Her response was automatic, subdued. “Yes, he's very good.”

He forced her mouth back onto his cock but held her still. “Levi, I want you to fuck her slowly. Shove your dick in her so deep that it makes her toes curl. I'm going to do the same to her throat.” His fingers trailed absently through her hair. “You need to match my speed, Levi. If you don't… Well, I guess I'll just have to take it out on Essie.”

Levi lifted his hips, arching his back, balancing with his legs, his dick stretching her out, the friction making her dizzy with pleasure, with that sense of being filled, even as Woods held her in a viselike grip, holding her chin, keeping her mouth wide as he shoved himself all the way in. Her forehead touched his stomach as he leaned over her, a low groan of pleasure escaping him. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to gag.

Levi’s hips contracted, pulling out of her halfway. Woods did the same, except he pulled out of her mouth, a long strand of saliva forming a hanging line between the tip of his cock and her lips.

He took the whip back from Owen. “Again,” Woods said, and she braced herself as they both entered her again, harder this time.

CRACK!

The whip snapped across her back, ripping a scream out of Essie. She looked up at Woods—her eyes full of tears, saliva coating his cock as she kept her lips against it while she pleaded with him. “What? What? Please just tell me what to do.” The thrill of the whip coming down at any moment was causing her nerves to jangle and fray, adrenaline leaping in her chest and she tried to anticipate it.

Woods seemed pleased with himself. “You’re doing amazing. Levi went a little too fast.”

They did it over again, Woods taunting Levi, asking if his dick was getting smaller and if that was as far as he could get inside of her.

“Please,” Essie said, “I am so close, can he just—”

“You want him to fuck you faster? Is that it?”

“Yes, God yes, please—”

“You’ll have to beg Levi, not me. I’m sure if you ask him very, very nicely, and tell him how much you love his cock, then he’ll take care of you.”

Essie laid on Levi, flattening herself against his chest. Her hair fell over him as she nudged the mask away from his ear and whispered, “Please, Levi. You feel so good…” She paused, fumbling for the words to say. Trying to sound sexy felt as impossible as trying to be funny. Every word ridiculous, like a movie scene. Every syllable seemed as though someone was going to yell “Cut,” so Essie and the men could roll their eyes at each other.

She decided to just ask for what she wanted. “Can you fuck me harder?”

The mask tilted to face her. His hands caressed her face. His palms cupped her chin, thumbs trailing her lips as he made her lean back and settle on his cock again.

“Please…” Essie was getting impatient. She began grinding her hips on him, his thighs making a clapping sound against her ass each time she slammed herself down, picking up the pace, another orgasm flickering and threatening to catch light—

His caress tightened into an angry grip around her throat. “Stop talking. I’m going to cum if I hear another word outta you.”

She grinned and started to say something else, but Owen covered her mouth with his palm. “Fuck her how she wants. It’s my turn next,” he said. Her head was tilted backwards, so that she was staring up into Owen’s mask as Levi’s cock assaulted her from below.

Maybe they were just acting. Playing their roles. Maybe they got off on the power or simply enjoyed wearing masks and group-fucking sad, desperate women.

But having them talk this way about her… Treat her this way… This worship, this brutal, direct desire… After months— years —of watching Ryan drift away, of examining herself in the mirror and wondering what had happened to the days when his hands wouldn’t leave her. Was she used up? Had she wasted away as the birthdays rolled on, as new frown lines formed like tally marks against her soul? Everyone rallied against the programming, of course. You’re beautiful at twenty-nine, at thirty-five, at forty. You are woman, eternal, everyone waving the social media pom-poms and cheering each other on, but that doesn’t change the fact that suddenly your husband wants someone else, that you spent so much of your life etching yourself into someone fuckable for him and he throws it all away.

And then three men in masks, with their muscles rippling, their breathing heavy and hot as they touch you, fuck you, tell you they can’t wait to do obscene things to you…

It was incredible. It was the feeling of getting a text after a first date, asking for a second. That exhilaration, that great relief. She felt it on her wedding day, when he blinked and said, “You look like an angel.” And guess what? He fucking ruined it, so let these men use her. Let them treat her like a goddess and as a toy. She would fuck them however they wanted and each time they brought her to orgasm it would be another door slamming shut and locking between her and Ryan.

Somewhere, a phone rang.

Hers. The ringer cut through the mood like a false note. Reality, ringing in, telling her to come home. Owen, Levi, and Essie each froze, glancing around for the intruding noise.

Woods crossed the room and unzipped her backpack. He held the phone out, letting it chime loudly. He looked back at them. “Why’d you stop? Keep going.” He brought it over, peeling the mask away from his face. He was grinning. “It’s just her husband.”

Owen held her. Levi fucked her. And Woods held the ringing screen to her face as she bobbed up and down on Levi’s cock, looking at her husband's picture, his face tilted sheepishly at the camera the way he always did when she took his photos.

Ryan wasn’t hanging up. The phone sent it to voicemail. The screen went dark, as if gathering its thoughts. After a moment, it lit again. The jaunty green phone icon greeting her. Answer me, answer me, tell me what you’ve been doing.

“Answer it,” Woods ordered.

She twisted away from Owen’s dick and shook her head.

“Should I answer it?” Woods asked. “I’ll describe to him exactly what your pussy feels like. How it clenched when you were close to cumming. ‘Ryan, have you ever fucked your wife in an elevator? Let me tell you—’” A cruel grin stretched across Woods’ face. “Answer it, or I will.”

She snatched the phone out of his hand, her mouth twisted in a frown of disgust. She did her best to catch her breath, even as all the motion with Levi inside of her threatened another orgasm.

She swiped on the green icon and held the phone to her ear.

“Hey,” Ryan said—too casually, too genuinely. “I just wanted to check in on you.”

Such sincerity. He was lying; he knew something was off and this was his way of keeping tabs on her.

“That’s sweet of you,” Essie replied. Levi did something with his hips and she had to bite down on her lip to keep from moaning.

“Are you sure? I know things have been... tense between us. Work’s been getting to me and—” He prattled on, but she lost track as Owen shoved his dick into her mouth and pulled it out, then turned her head to face Woods, who did the same. She glared up at him, mustering every bit of loathing she could even as she tightened her lips around him and lathered him with her tongue.

“Good girl, listen to your husband,” Woods muttered. His eyes were bright, excited. “She gives better head when he’s on the phone, don’t you think? Try her mouth again, Owen.”

She had time to gasp before Owen explored her mouth again, this time jamming himself against the inside of her cheek.

“You okay?” Ryan asked.

Essie seized Owen’s cock and shoved it away. “Yeah,” she panted into the phone. Levi began fucking her, hard. These men were trying to make her scream. They didn’t care if she got caught; it seemed to excite them. “Yeah, I’m fine. We’re outside, we went for drinks and then for a walk.”

“Sounds fun. What are you drinking?”

Why do you give a fuck, Ryan? Did your slut not pick up the phone when you called? Are you worried that I’m out here cheating on you? Don’t worry, I’m not cheating. I promise.

I’m getting fucking railed. Not just by one, but by three men. I haven’t even seen all of their faces and I already like them better than I like you. And you know what? I love it. I love how they use me. How they want me. I almost wish you were here, to see me on my knees, my hair a mess, my mascara running. You should see how red my ass is from them spanking me. The marks on my neck from being choked. I’m their whore, and I love it. I hope you can hear it in my voice.

“Oh, just cocktails.”

Woods laughed. Ryan heard it, too.

“Who’s that, a new friend?”

“Just a guy in the background, dear. You have nothing to worry about.” As she said it, she leaned forward, giving Woods that hungry glare, and took his balls into her mouth. Her free hand grabbed Levi’s arm and guided his hand to her tits, making him squeeze her. She wanted all of their hands on her, right now, as her husband blabbered mindlessly on the phone.

“Okay! Well, I just wanted to call and see how you were doing—”

His words faded from meaning, because as he started talking, Woods leaned down and kissed her. When the kiss broke, Ryan was still talking in her ear. Woods nuzzled against her and spoke in the other.

“If he calls again, he’s going to hear how you sound with all three of us inside of you at once.”

She stared directly into Woods’ eyes, tracing his pupils with her gaze, trying to find a hint of a joke. That was a taunt, one of Wood’s “escalate the moment” teasings, but he wouldn’t actually do that, right?

He matched her stare, beat for beat.

He was telling the truth.

“Hey, Ryan?” she said. “I have to go but um…"

Woods' teeth bit down on her shoulder.

She held back a growl of pleasure. “Call me back later, please.”