Chapter 8 - Unraveled #2
Abel fed his cock into her mouth until her nose pressed into him. Her throat worked. Her eyes came to me, defiant through the mess, and she held him there because I had told her to and because Abel was shaking above her.
“Boss,” Abel said, voice strained, his LA swagger cracking. “I can’t hold it. For real, I’m right there.”
“Don’t move.”
He came with a groan that tore out of him. Lily swallowed around him, pulse by pulse, hands still locked on his thighs. Cum slipped from the corners of her mouth and streaked toward her hairline. Abel stayed where I put him until the last tremor left his body.
“Back,” I said.
He withdrew. A strand of spit and cum stretched from her lips to him, then snapped against her chin. Abel staggered one step away from the table and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand like he had been the one ruined.
Lily stared up at me. Her mascara had started to smear. Reza was still inside her, and when Abel’s cum slid along her cheek, she broke.
Her hips bucked into Reza. Her hands flew to the mirror and slapped flat. The sound cut through the bass. She came with her mouth open and Abel’s mess on her face, staring at me like she wanted to be punished for enjoying every second of it.
“Look at you,” I said.
She laughed once, ragged and shameless. “Don’t you dare look away.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
She dragged two fingers through the cum at her chin and pressed them to her tongue. “Who’s next?”
The last of the awkwardness left the room.
“Abel,” I said. “Time-out. Couch.”
He blinked. “Yes, boss.”
He went, muttering, still breathing hard, and dropped onto the red cushions with his arms spread along the back.
“Lily,” I said. “On all fours.”
She rolled over at once. Her knees slid through spit on the mirror. She planted her palms, lifted her ass, and looked over her shoulder at the men.
“The rest of you,” I said. “Continue.”
Tedros took her first from behind. He gripped her hips and pushed in with one long shove that moved her up the glass. Lily reached for the edge of the table and held herself there. Reza came to her mouth, one hand at the back of her head.
“Open for me, Mrs. Getachew. You’re doing so well when you listen.”
She took him with a glare that made him grin.
Darryl waited at her side, shirtless, silent, his hand resting on her back. When Tedros pulled out, Darryl moved in without a word. He did not rush. He slid into her and made her feel every inch, one hand fisted in her hair, the other braced near her ribs.
Lily pushed back onto him.
Darryl bent close enough for only her to hear at first, but I caught it. “Don’t run from it.”
“I’m not,” she said.
He drove into her then, and Lily’s elbows trembled. Reza slipped from her mouth and let her breathe. Tedros brought his cock to her hand, and she stroked him without needing instruction. Abel watched from the couch, one hand rubbing at the chain on his chest.
The silhouettes in the glass had become part of the room.
Lily’s shape bent over the table. Tedros standing at her side.
Darryl behind her. Reza near her face. My outline seated apart from them, still as a judge.
Downstairs, if someone lifted their eyes at the right second, they would see the unmistakable shape of a woman being taken. Let them.
After Darryl, Reza took her from behind. He gathered her hair in one fist and adjusted his angle with a pleased little hum.
“This is better than an apology,” he said.
Lily turned her head enough to spit back, “Don’t push your luck.”
He laughed and pushed deeper.
Tedros claimed her mouth next. He did not talk much with his cock between her lips, but his hand on her cheek said enough.
Darryl moved to her free hand. Reza kept her hips pinned.
They stopped asking with their eyes before every touch.
They no longer looked to me before every touch, and that was the part that tightened the room around my chest. I had opened the gate.
They crossed because I allowed it. Lily stayed because she wanted my permission turned into their hands.
I let it happen.
Abel lasted on the couch longer than I expected. Then his knee started bouncing. His chains clinked again.
I lifted two fingers.
He came off the sofa like I had pulled a leash. “Thank you, boss.”
“Edge of the table,” I said. “Do not come unless I say.”
Lily crawled toward him before he reached her. Her palms left wet prints on the mirror. Abel caught her thighs and pulled her back to him, entering her with a sharp exhale.
“Damn, you missed me,” he said.
Lily looked over her shoulder at him. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
But she moved with him. She rocked back, taking him on purpose, showing off now. Her shame had burned down to appetite. Tedros stood at one side, Reza at the other, Darryl near her head. Each man had a place.
Abel’s pace turned frantic. His hands dug into her thighs. His mouth opened, but nothing clever came out.
“Out,” I said.
He made a wounded sound. “Boss.”
“Out.”
He pulled free, shaking with restraint.
“Couch.”
This time he obeyed without arguing. Tedros stepped in behind Lily before the emptiness could settle. Reza guided her mouth back to him. Darryl’s palm pressed between her shoulder blades, keeping her low on the glass.
Spit, handprints, and knee marks covered the mirror. Spit. Cum. Handprints. The marks of knees and mouths and men I trusted with my life. Lily stayed open in the middle of it.
I leaned forward in the recliner.
“Keep her there,” I said.
They did.
Lily’s eyes found mine around Reza’s cock. She did not look rescued. She did not look sorry anymore. She looked claimed, and greedy, and safe inside the exact kind of trouble she had begged me to become.
So I gave her more.