Black Card Black

Chapter Nine

S he expected them to be rough; like wolves falling on a sheep. She expected—even wanted—to be torn apart a little. She thought she’d be struggling to take someone’s cock while another one of them forced her to give them head. She expected slaps and taunts—Woods to be the cruel, dominant man he’d been before.

Instead, Woods gestured for her to crawl to him. She did so, teasingly, letting the chain fall in his lap.

“Come here,” he said quietly.

She rose, and he guided her to sit on his lap, her back against his chest, so that she could look out at the other men. Both of his hands found her breasts and squeezed, her nipples hardening between his fingers.

“They can’t wait to have you,” Woods told her. “ I can’t wait. We’ve barely slept, we’ve been too excited.” He reached down and parted her thighs; the crotch of the shorts pulled aside too, revealing her to Owen and Levi. Woods spread her open. “We can’t decide what we like most. Your pussy or your mouth.”

She groaned, arching her back against him, pressing into his body. The lack of confidence was disappearing; something about Woods made her feel like an entirely new person. His praise wasn’t insincere. It was firm and eager.

She began playing with herself, locking eyes with Owen, and then Levi, putting on a pleased smile as she massaged her clit. Woods was getting hard against her.

“I almost don’t want to share you,” he muttered in her ear. Softly, so only she could hear. “I want to lock you in that room with me— just me—and make you scream my name so loudly the others know there’s no point in fucking you. You belong to me. ”

Please do it. Take me, take me right now, don’t let me leave, don’t let me go home. Let me be your pet for the rest of my life.

“But I don’t want to wait another second,” he said. He pulled his cock out of his pants and pressed it against her pussy, letting her lips grip the head, letting every groove of her feel every inch of him as he slid into her with one slow thrust, her hips sinking down onto his thighs as she let out a soft gasp, relishing the familiar thrill from when he first had her in the elevator. Levi was big and Owen was nice, but Woods’ cock managed to hit her in a different spot. She didn’t know if it was the curve or the shape or just the way he moved his body, but it felt more urgent, more sincere.

Like he wanted her more.

She leaned forward to take more of him and he kissed between her shoulder blades, a warm wet kiss that brought a smile to her face. She started riding him, doing her best to raise herself before letting gravity take her back down on his dick, letting it go deeper each time.

“That’s it, Essie,” he said, his lips moving against her spine now. “Put on a show for them. Let them know who’s your favorite.”

She moaned and moved her body faster. Woods’s hands held her thighs far apart, and he titled his hips so his cock could go in deeper, hitting her spot at a new angle, the sensation refreshed, a new jolt of sweetness that was rapidly erasing all coherent thought from her mind.

Essie leaned back and pressed her cheek against his, her head tipped so her hair spilled over the back of the chair. His arms rose and held her around her stomach, his cock pumping into her from below in short, frantic thrusts.

“Am I your favorite, Woods?” She said this softly. Shyly. “Tell me. Tell me I’m better than the other girls you bring here.” She didn’t care if he had to lie, didn’t care if other women had done far more than her. She just wanted to hear that she impressed him. At least a little.

“You have ‘slut’ written on your chest. You’re wearing a fucking leash.” He dug his fingers into her thighs. “You’re not just my favorite. I want to keep you forever.”

They found each other for a kiss, but he broke it off abruptly, muttering, “Goddamn it,” into her shoulder. She felt his breathing hitch and he thrust into her so hard the neatly trimmed hair around his groin brushed against her pussy, tickling it as he held it there. He pumped his hips one more time, and then came inside of her.

There was so much of it, it came dribbling back down his cock as he kept at it with a few apologetic pumps, even as he mumbled, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

It was dizzying, the shot of confidence it gave her, knowing he couldn’t control himself when he felt her. The power, the affirmation. She’d been at the mercy of this man, essentially from the time they first met, and now he was apologizing to her about finishing too quickly.

All because of her.

Essie from the suburbs.

Essie with the husband who didn’t want her.

She didn’t have to revel in her victory, because Levi and Owen were pulling her off of Woods, the chain around her neck looped around Levi’s fists.

“We took it easy on you last night,” Levi remarked.

It was easier to be playful with Levi. He didn’t stir the complex cauldron of emotions like Woods did.

She settled on her knees and blinked her eyes at him. “I was taking it easy on you, too.”

Levi made her stand. Woods settled back in the chair and watched, his cum leaking out of her, making her feel marked and used. The chain around her neck, “SLUT” inked across her chest, cum dripping down her thighs… Each element of this scene driving home the fact that when she went back to Ryan, she’d be a very, very different woman.

Levi placed both of his massive hands on her hips and lifted her off the ground. She was tossed onto the couch, landing on her back—trying to sit up, but already getting slammed back down by Levi, his bulging arms taking her wrists and pinning them against her chest. He was already fucking her, her eyes rolling with pleasure as his massive cock pushed through the mess Woods left inside of her. Levi pressed her into the couch cushions and sank into her, the couch starting to slide with the force of his body, making him grab the back of it to hold it still, leaving her nowhere to go, no choice but to take it. Sweat glistened on his bare chest and she could see the cords in his neck straining, but that was quickly forgotten when he raised his leg and planted one foot on the couch, his thigh taut and strained as he changed his angle, his cock filling her with pulsing bursts of pleasure.

I can say whatever I want to him, can’t I?

That was a delirious thing—something she’d always wondered about. Dirty talk with her husband was a restricted, limited experience that made both of them feel awkward. She’d been subjected to the occasional disgusting message on social media; a guy deciding to say something shocking just to get a response. But she’d never done it. She’d never had the chance.

Or the confidence.

She looped her arms around Levi’s neck and pulled him closer. “Come on,” she said to him. “Make me cum harder than Woods did. Show me how much you love this pussy.”

“Don’t—” Levi panted. “Don’t talk.”

“What’s the matter? I thought you weren’t going to take it easy on me?”

"I said, don't talk. ” He repeated the words flatly, leaning his hips forward so that his cock shoved into her so far it hurt, making her wince, and she could feel it flexing inside of her as he came, the warm liquid coating her walls.

"Big Levi. Couldn't handle me. You poor baby," she teased. He withdrew from her, shaking his head.

"Just you wait, Essie. Just you wait."

She rolled onto her side, relishing the pleasant, warm glow of endorphins as she caught her breath. She locked eyes with Woods, who hadn't moved.

"Jealous yet?" she asked.

He sounded amused. “I'm enjoying this new side of you."

She positioned herself so that her legs were sticking in the air, her head hanging upside down, hair stretching to the floor as she taunted him. “Please, Woods. I need it again. Come over here and fuck this pussy again. Spit in it, fuck it until it hurts. It’s yours, daddy. You can have whatever you want.”

Woods was unperturbed. “Is that all you got?”

She felt Owen’s eyes on her. He was still in the corner. Of all the men, he seemed most attached to the costumes. He wore the mask, obviously, but the gloves had stayed firmly on his hands. He was enjoying the show she’d been putting on. Essie sauntered over to him, looking back at Woods and grinning broadly.

She wanted Woods feral. Frothing at the mouth with inflamed jealousy, desperate to prove that he was better than the others.

We all want to be picked, right Woods? We all want that person to stop and grab us out of a crowd and declare that you—only you—are the one for them.

Her hands sliding down Owen’s chest. His posture stiffening, enjoying her touch, her attention. She loved how each of these men came alive whenever she focused on them, their demeanors changing so drastically, each of them ecstatic to have her eyes on them.

She stepped into him, placing her knee between his legs, her hips firm against his waist. He was a bit taller than her; she had to stand slightly on her tiptoes to reach his face with her mouth. She kissed the mask, leaving a messy red lipstick mark. “It’s not fair, making you go last,” she said to him, letting her voice drip with mock-sadness. “You’ve been so good, waiting your turn. You deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“I do,” he replied. His arms gathered around her, rubbing her back until one hand squeezed her ass, drawing a smile from her.

Of all the men, Owen was still the most reserved.

Woods was liable to steal her away for the rest of her life.

Levi clearly wanted her in a hungry, primal way…

But Owen?

He still hadn't moved. Levi would be inside of her by now, and Woods would be saying something filthy in her ear. Owen had a reluctance, a hesitancy. Normally, that would have sparked an insecurity in Essie. Didn’t he want her?

But now, in the middle of the hotel suite, with morning sunlight bursting through the half-closed curtains, it made her ravenous for him.

She wanted to see him break.

Essie ran her palm smoothly down his flat stomach, diving under the waistband of his boxers until she felt the beginnings of his trimmed pubic hair. He tensed, the back of his head hitting the wall with a dull thud, his thighs pitching forward as if he were unconsciously drawn to her touch.

“Oh, Owen honey, you are so hard for me.” Her fingers wrapped tightly over the base of his cock. She stroked it in short, firm bursts. One-two, one-two—his skin warm, the friction building as he grew harder and harder. “I was going to ask you to turn me around and fuck me against this wall but… I think I can make you cum with just my hand.” She squeezed him, drawing a gasp. “Oh, I can definitely make you cum.” She increased her tempo, twisting her wrist as she stroked him, her hand punching against the inside of his boxers. One-two, one-two. “You've all been toying with me this whole time.” She stopped, spit into her hand, and resumed torturing him, hooking her fingers around the waistband and pulling them down, exposing his cock. Her grip slid to the tip of his cock as she placed her thumb against the smooth skin of the head, rubbing it back and forth, all while giving him an innocent, placating smile. “Spanking me, slapping me around, choking me… that’s fine. You all love that. But I make a little eye contact and tell you to cum for me, and you get shy?” She glanced back at Woods. His expression was blank.

Call me on the bluff, Woods. You know this is all an act. I have no idea what I’m doing. How does someone “be sexy?” I feel like I’m putting on a stage play, like I’m dragging out lines a pornstar would half-mumble before her scene. Get over here and get me out of it, please, before I make a fool of myself. You’ve talked to me enough, you know I’m not this person.

I just really, really need you to like me.

They each watched her intently, driving the performance anxiety into a sense of power, fueling her desire to do well, to perform for them.

She shoved herself against Owen’s chest, coiling her legs around him, stroking his cock faster than ever. Her voice lowered into a sarcastic, bemused tone as she hurled a torrent of words at him, anything and everything to get him to cum. Both of his hands reached around her and her ass and squeezed, lifting her onto her toes again, pulling her tighter to him. “Why aren’t you cumming for me?” she said. “I’ve been such a good girl for you. Come on. Do you want me to beg? I’ll beg you. Please give me that cum. I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Please. You can fuck my throat until I pass out—”

The line occurred to her spur of the moment. Just one of those things she’d picked up from a stray social media post when her algorithm started to get a bit risqué, but it must have caught Owen off guard because he moaned so loudly that Levi heard it and sniggered.

He erupted in her hands, his cum thick and hot.

Essie giggled. “Maybe I should give you guys some safe words. Ya know, since you can’t handle me.”

She expected Woods to charge across the room. Throw her onto the carpet and fuck her into the floor. She wanted rug burn. She wanted her nails to be raw from gripping the ground.

Woods did the first part. He lunged across the room, even as Owen was still spurting in her hand. He snatched the chain around her neck and dragged her into the bathroom. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“Shut up,” he ordered. “Take a shower. You have five minutes.”

“What? I don’t—black card. I’m confused.”

He blinked. Then he smiled reassuringly. “Sorry! I was in the moment. You take a break, we will clean up, and we’ll have some more fun.” He held his mask in his hands, twirling it. “Sorry about the confusion. I was being dominant or whatever. I thought that’s what you wanted.”

She was burning with embarrassment. For him, for her. Essie had managed to kill the mood in one moment of doubt. “No, you were great. I’m sorry, I misread things—” Now she was apologizing, the electricity rapidly draining out of the air, the entire situation feeling more like a fender bender and less like an erotic escape.

“Stop! I swear to God, one more ‘sorry’ and I’m never getting an erection again.” He opened the door and leaned out. “Five minutes! Don’t make us come and get you.” He said the last part with an edge in his voice that made her bite her lip.

Then he was gone, the door snapping closed behind him, leaving her alone to shower.

There was still soap on her skin when they took her.

The hot water lulled her into a stupor as it pounded on her back—letting her thoughts drift to Woods, to this weekend, to this entire whirlwind of an experience. It was as though her personality was slipping, new pathways opening before her and all she needed was the push to take a new way. There was guilt, too, because she’d never said anything like that in bed with Ryan. She had never taken control. If she had, would they still be okay? Would he have stayed interested in her?

Doesn’t matter now.

It didn’t, but there was still this lingering attachment to her old life. Kara had returned home a changed, decisive woman. So firm. Her entire life, altered. She had severed the old and drove off into the new. Why didn’t Essie feel the same way? The pinballing emotions had to stop. She kept trying to embrace this new, sexual person that Woods wanted to pull out of her, but the tethers were not severing easily.

The door opened. She froze, then called out, “I’ll be done in a second!”

The shower curtain shrieked as it was torn aside. Woods, Levi, and Owen were all in the room. The masks were on. So were their gloves. Woods had her phone.

“Your husband has been calling,” he said.

Levi and Owen closed in on her, grabbing her and dragging her out of the shower. Owen held her by the hips, lifting her off the floor as Levi held her in a headlock. They carried her out into the living room.

The boys had been busy.

All of the furniture had been shoved against the wall. In the center of the room stood a lone black office chair. The kind that spun. Next to it, maybe four feet away, was a small coffee table. A variety of sex toys were on it. Some of them, like the dildos, she knew what they were. Others, she was less sure about. A roll of tape sat next to the toys, like an ominous threat.

“You,” Woods said, “are going to pay for your little stunt earlier.”

She squirmed in their grasp, but they ignored her. Woods held the back of the chair still as Owen and Levi made her kneel on it, spreading her knees and sticking her ass out. Levi shoved her forward, her chin resting on the part where your head would normally rest. It reminded her of a stockade; the old wooden things where you stuck your arms and head through so your friends could take pictures.

Her phone rang again.

“This fucking guy,” Woods muttered. To the men, he said, “Tape her to the chair."

Levi held her in place, backwards on the chair, as Owen stretched the tape around her. It stuck to her back and shoulders as he looped it around her in one solid band. When he was done, he tore off the end. Her arms could still move—enough to reach behind her a little—and she could move her head to look around, but she was very, very helpless.

So far, the men hadn’t done anything too extreme to her. They were rough in the best ways and Woods was keen to make sure she was okay.

But that didn’t stop her heart from racing. Or a low moan from escaping her lips when one of them slid a gloved finger into her from behind.

It was Woods. “Already fucking wet? Jesus Christ.” He walked in front of her, so she could see the mask as he crouched next to her.

“Just wet from the shower. Nothing to do with you,” she shot back.

He seemed like he was about to say something, the mask making him somehow more innocent, when the phone rang for a third time. He showed it to her. “Him again. You’re going to answer. All you’re going to say is ‘let me call you back in a minute.’ Understand?”

“I—”

The whip, making another surprise appearance, hissed through the air and cracked against her ass.

“It moves a lot when she's bent over like that,” Levi remarked. She felt his hands on her, spreading her ass cheeks apart, working then back and forth and laughing.

The humiliation and social anxiety, the feeling of all of their eyes on her, sent her heart into overdrive, pumping adrenaline and endorphins throughout her body. She was exhilarated, thrilled, terrified… and so, so fucking wet.

“Essie, I need you to say, ‘yes sir,’ or you'll get it again.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He paused, running his fingers along the tape. “If this gets uncomfortable, let me know.”

Levi approached and handed something to Woods. It was a white device, with a rubber head and a sort of remote attached. Woods turned it over in his hands. “Have you ever used a wand, Essie?”

She had. Carly had talked her into one, describing in great, lurid detail how insane it felt. Essie had spent too much money on one—just to activate it, press it against herself. and immediately turn it off. Some things were too much. “I have, but I’m sensitive so I don’t really like them…”

“We’ll make you like it,” Woods replied. He activated it, the steady brrrr noise filling the room like a curious bumblebee. He handed it back to Levi, who went behind her and stuck it underneath her, making her sit on it.

The rubber head fluttered against her pussy—a dull, pulsating pressure that made her whimper and raise her thighs to keep from putting her full weight down on it.

“Turn it down lower,” Woods said.

Levi squeezed her ass, but a moment later, the brrrr quieted to a dull hum. She was able to rest on the wand, letting it vibrate against her, but only for a few seconds before she had to raise herself again. The result was a maddening, pleasure-agony game of stamina. She kept dipping back down, kissing it briefly with her pussy, then raising up to get a break.

All while the masked men watched, and her husband called her cellphone.

On the third ring, Woods tapped it and held it to her ear. Levi was talking to Owen in the background, the wand was humming cheerfully against her clit, and Woods was staring into her soul.

She hated her husband so much.

“Let me call you back,” she rasped, even as he started to ask questions.

“Hey Essie, wha—”

Woods hung up the phone. “You’ll call back in a second.”

She squirmed. The wand was warm now, and getting comfortable against her. Too comfortable. It was starting to feel incredible. “I will?"

“Yes. With all three of us inside of you.”

They backed away, assembling in a loose triangle around her. Woods was to her left, Owen to her right. Out of her periphery, she could see Levi, tilting his head and staring intently at her ass.

“Who wants to spin her?” Woods asked.

Spin?

No one answered, but two black gloved hands appeared at her sides, gripping the arm rests of the chair. With a grunt, one of the men sent her spinning in the chair, rotating once, twice, three times until she was facing Owen. He began unbuckling his belt.

The wand kept vibrating. Her thighs ached; she wouldn’t be able to keep off of it much longer. If she rested on it, it would make her cum immediately.

“Guess you get her mouth,” Woods said casually. “Levi? Rock, paper, scissors for her ass?”

I hate him. I’m sure of it. I hate him so much.

“You can have it,” Levi replied. “I want to feel that pussy again.”

They converged on her. One of them reached down to the lever on the base of the chair and lowered it, sinking her in front of Owen, who lazily pulled out his cock and slapped it against her face. The wand rolled with the movement of the chair, slipping higher, now thrumming directly against her clit, working back and forth like an aggressive tongue.

“ Fffffuck ” Essie groaned.

“We haven’t even fucked you yet,” Woods teased.

Their hands were firm and hungry as they each felt up her body. She lost track of who was where, as all six seemed intent on touching her simultaneously. One pinched her nipples. Another pulled her hair. Her ass was smacked over and over. A finger slipped inside of her, increasing the pressure from the wand. Someone’s thumb rubbed her asshole. Owen leaned down, lifted the mask, and spit on her face. Large hands ran down her back and squeezed her hips appreciatively. She was choked and told to pucker her lips for Levi’s cock. Or maybe it was Owen’s? She lost track, caught between the lust of the three men, each of them wanting her to look at them while they fucked her, each of them wanting her so badly.

One of their voices told her she was worthless, that this is where she belonged, servicing them. Another voice told her how goddamned good she looked, that they couldn’t believe they got to do this to her.

She was their angel and their whore.

Someone clicked the wand and it vibrated furiously, making her squeal, but Owen told her to shut the fuck up as he stuffed his cock down her throat.

Behind her, the sound of a plastic container being uncapped, then a long trail of a warm liquid dripped into her ass, followed by a finger—teasing her, before slowly sliding in, drawing a feral, animalistic noise from her.

Woods appeared next to her again, even as Owen’s cock pumped against her cheek. She could only move her eyes; Owen held her head firmly in place. Levi shoved himself into her from behind, saying, “This is the wettest pussy I’ve ever felt.” He sounded impressed.

Woods, calmly, raised the phone to her ear. It rang once.

“You have Owen’s cock in your mouth,” Woods said.

It rang again.

“You have Levi’s in your pussy,” he added.

It rang once more.

“And you have my finger in your ass.” He said the last one with a smile, and slid it in deeper, making her gasp, drawing Owen’s cock down her throat, making her gag violently. Owen pulled it out, saliva spilling out, coating her mouth and chin.

The phone rang again.

“Is this what you wanted, Essie?” Woods asked. He was almost whispering, his eyes very bright. “When you called us, is this what you wanted?”

“Yes. God, yes,” she gasped.

The phone clicked. Ryan answered. “Hey honey, I’m glad you called back!”

Levi slammed his cock into her, burying it to the hilt before withdrawing and jackhammering it back into her, putting his entire weight behind it—she could even feel the front of his thighs flexing.

Woods slid the entire length of his finger into her ass, the shock of pleasure and discomfort fusing with that sense of being filled , of being f-u-c-k-e-d making her collapse onto the angry head of the wand, which assaulted her clit and sent a torrent of sensation through her, all while Owen traced the outline of her mouth with his cock.

Essie no longer cared if her ex-husband— yes, yes he’s my ex there’s no going back now —heard what was happening. The phone was firm against her ear, but she spoke to Woods instead.

“ Please don’t stop. ”

Ryan’s baffled voice, full of questions, faded from her as Woods took the phone away. He stood back up and held it to his ear. Essie, bouncing back and forth from the force of Levi, looked up at him.

“She’s busy right now,” he said pleasantly. He hung up the phone and tossed it away. He looked down at her, smiling.

Then he put the white mask back on.