24. Lena
Devin leads me out of the booth, pulling a velvet curtain aside to reveal a hidden door directly behind us. The sound of the group orgies heightens below us, making my skin heat. We slip through the door, the room dark as we enter. The door closes and we’re standing in total darkness before neon lights power up, making the room glow crimson.
The room is spacious. In the seating area sits a black leather sofa and two black leather chairs, similar to the ones in their apartment. A large black, stone fireplace fills the wall next to the seating area with a large painting of Persephone, holding a pomegranate, on the mantle. On the other side of the room, there’s a four-poster bed with black satin sheets pulled back as if it’s waiting for someone to crawl into it.
The room is pristine, and it doesn’t seem as though it’s been used in a while. Or at all. And if I’m the first one they’ve allegedly brought to the private balcony, then that means I’m the first brought to this room. But do I really believe them?
I’m standing in a private suite in the middle of a sex club, with the two men who run the place, power pulsing from them with every heartbeat. I can only imagine that they’ve had their fair share of partners, and while I’m no saint, my sex life has been the equivalent of cinnamon.
The cruel voice in my head repeatedly tells me that I’m just another woman who will be kept safe until they catch Matt. Then they’ll cut me loose, letting me back into the world to fend for myself. That fucking terrifies me as the jealousy bites me, envious poison coursing through my veins, making the edges of my vision turn red, matching the glow of the room.
I walk to the portrait of Persephone, noting that she has no real facial features, only simple brush strokes. This denies her any of her defining features and gives the looker the chance to put any face on a goddess-like body. Clever. “A private suite, huh?” I ask as I run my fingers along the stone mantle, the low fire warming my legs.
“One of them,” Devin answers from where he leans against the doorframe, watching me with a predatory stare as I move around the room, taking in the sleek, modern decor.
“So,” I turn to them, my vision flaring, “how many people have you fucked in these suites?” Jealousy coats my words as the thought of being brought to a room where they have fucked countless people, and that I could be just another notch on the proverbial headboard seeps into my mind.
Both of their eyes darken, Devin’s words just as dark. “Jealousy doesn’t suit you, love. And like I said, it’s our private suite, no other guests are allowed in here.” He throws the words like a knife, landing in the wall next to my head. I try to spot the lie, catch them in the act, and prove that I’m not as blind as they might think I am.
“So, you mean to tell me that you’ve never brought anyone to this room? That you’ve never fucked anyone in this room? Not a single person?” My voice is dripping with disbelief, eyes narrowing at them.
I don’t know why I care so fucking much, but I do. I really fucking care, because this is turning into something more than just a promise of protection and being lost in a haze of lustful orgasms. Whatever this is, it’s easy, and it’s breathing life back into me, filling my lungs with more than just air.
Devin’s head cocks to the side, his gaze sweeping over me as he takes me in. I wait for him to call me a child and throw me to the curb because my jealousy is about to ruin everything that’s been building between us over the last few weeks. “You’re the first person we’ve ever brought to this room, Lena.”
I keep my eyes narrowed as I turn toward the bed. I sway my hips, my designer heels clicking on the hardwood floor as I cross the room to sit on the edge of the bed. I brush my fingers over the cool, soft sheets. “Then where have you been fucking people all this time? Just your apartment?”
Devin’s on me in a blink, his hands planting firmly on the mattress, caging me in. His gaze is hot as he leans in, our breaths mingling. “Do you want us to fuck other people, love?” My eyes widen at the fierceness in his voice. “Do you want to watch us fuck other people?” He leans in more and I lean back, my elbows propped on the mattress as the heat in his gaze burns me to my core. “Because we can do whatever you fucking want.”
His words startle me, and he clocks the shock on my face, feeding into it and not backing down as he degrades my childish outburst. “We’ve never brought anyone to our private rooms and no one else is allowed to use them.” I see movement behind Devin as Tony takes a seat in one of the high back chairs, watching us with his intense gaze. “So, would you prefer that we warm the bed up with someone? Give you a sneak peek of what I’m capable of. Do you want me to push your face down and smother you in their cum, letting you smell their desire as I fuck you within an inch of your life? Because I can do all of that and more .”
I gasp, the breath getting lodged in my throat as he brings his knee onto the bed, pushing it between my legs. My elbows sink further into the mattress, dipping from his weight as he hovers over me. I look past his intense stare, his dark, silvery mask making him look even more devilish, to Tony. He lowered himself into one of the chairs that faces the bed, letting his legs fall wide, his fingers curing into the armrests as he grips them tightly.
“Look at me,” Devin grits out, my eyes snapping back to him. His weight presses into the mattress, the heat between my legs growing hotter at his command. “Tell me what you want, Lena. Tell me your darkest desires. Let me show you the monster lurking under my skin. The one that’s been waiting to come out and eat you alive. To consume you bite by bite. To drag you to Hell and make you his queen.”
My body trembles as he nudges his knee further up, pressing it to my center, the pressure causing me to hold my breath. “I-I don’t know,” I gasp out, digging my fingers into the sheets, trying to hold on as I begin to spiral out of control.
“I think you do.” He lowers himself, his mouth now next to my ear. His hand comes up to palm my breast, flicking my peaked nipple, eliciting a moan from me. “I think you want to be a dirty little slut for me. For us .” He pulls back. “Don’t you?”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, the words shriveling up and turning to ash. My tongue feels heavy, and my mouth goes dry. What do I want? Of course, I want him. Them . I’ve been begging for Devin to fill me with his cock, stretch me, and fuck me into oblivion for weeks. I want him to make me his with more than just his tongue and fingers. I want him to drag me to Hell, burn me, and show me the monster that so desperately wants to consume me.
My eyes flicker to Tony and since he refuses to touch me, I want him to watch, letting his gray eyes burn into my skin as he gets off to me being used by Devin.
Is it insane of me to want them both? At the same time?
The questions burn into my mind, and I squeeze my eyes shut for a long blink, the dark desires creeping out of the corners of my mind, ready to be let out into the light. The same desires that I was shamed for having and was forced to lock away and ensure that they never saw the light of day. I had to be obedient and couldn’t wander from the straight and narrow path that was laid out for me. Such nefarious thoughts couldn’t leak, or it would ruin the perfect image that had been curated for me. The one that was so suffocating that it drained the life from me and nearly killed me.
But even as Devin pushes me, cages me in, and holds me down, I can finally breathe. I can take a deep breath and fill my lungs with the desires that I’ve been deprived of for so long. I can get lost in the darkness with them and maybe find myself again.
I open my eyes, Devin’s intense gaze watching me. “Well, love?” He presses his knee firmly into my center, stoking the flames of my desire as the heat rolls from him. “The decision is all yours .”
“I—" This is it. This is the chance for me to finally take my life and desires into my own hands. To hand myself over, but on my terms. And whether I come out on the other side unscathed or crash and burn, it’s worth it. I take a deep breath and take the leap, diving head first. “I want you to fuck me, Devin. Fuck me like I’m yours .”
His eyes widen as the corners of his mouth pull up into a devilish grin. “Oh, Lena. That’s the thing.” His voice is low, and it feels like the room's lights have dimmed, the shadows creeping in on us. “You’re already mine .”
I suck in a desperate breath as his mouth crashes with mine, pulling me under. I grind my center against his knee, moaning as my pussy throbs in need of friction. He slows his kiss, and from the corner of his mouth, he says, “Such a dirty girl. So fucking horny for me.”
His words have me pulling his face back to mine, our tongues gliding over each other as he pulls himself up on the bed, caging me in. He pulls away from our kiss, lifting himself upright onto his knees. “Scoot up to the headboard.”
I drag myself up the mattress, laying my head on the soft pillows as he slides off the bed and kneels at the foot. The room is deafeningly silent except for the sound of a drawer sliding open and Devin’s satisfied hum.
Climbing back on the bed, he stops at my feet, looking up at me. “Just like I promised, I’m going to cuff you and tie you to the bed, love, and you’re going to let me. Understood?” My skin prickles as excitement and desire courses through my body. I nod, his eyes lighting up as he runs his fingers down my leg. He delicately wraps a cuff around my ankle, the sensation of his fingers across my skin making me flinch with anticipation as he repeats the process on my other leg.
“Tell me your safe word.” His voice is husky, and I note his cock bulging in his pants, already as turned on as I am. My heart is pounding in my chest at the thought of submitting to someone again, giving myself over completely. The show tonight showed me that even during the roughest moments of sex, the Dom and sub relationship is one of trust and compassion, with the Dom taking care of their sub and letting them live out their desires. Something that I was deprived of for five years and craved like forbidden fruit.
“Torch,” I blurt out the first word that comes to mind. The torch, or better yet, the flame , that’s been kindling, burning, between us. Like the fire in Tony’s eyes as he watches us from across the room. Like the heat between my legs as I think about what he might do to me.
“ Torch ,” he repeats, rolling the word across his tongue, tasting it. “Interesting.”
He moves on the bed to my right side, wrapping the cuff around my wrist before securing it to a ring on the end of a short chain link coming from the headboard. I feel my face reddening as he gently runs his fingers down the inside of my arm, goosebumps forming over my skin.
He climbs back off the bed and slowly makes his way around to the other side, his gait nothing short of predatory. I see Tony still sitting in the chair, massaging his bulge, as he watches Devin move around the room. The dim lights and glow of the fire make him look like a dark, masked king seated upon his throne. His gaze is as hot as the flames that blaze next to him.
Devin sinks onto the mattress, putting the cuff on my other wrist before securing me to the headboard. I give my wrists a tug which makes Devin’s face curl into that wolfish smile that has heat pooling between my legs. “You’re not going anywhere , love. You’re mine .”
He begins to unbutton his shirt, exposing more of his skin. “ My whore.” He undoes another button. “ My slut.” Another button. “ My angel.” His eyes soften as he undoes another button. “ Our salvation.”
He slides the shirt off, fully exposing his chest and chiseled abs. He reaches over and runs his fingers down my cheek, neck, and chest, letting his fingers trace the deep V of my dress. “Such a dirty girl to wear such a slutty thing in public tonight and with no fucking panties.” He continues down my body, his fingers tracing the slit in the skirt as I clench my thighs together, searching for friction.
“Ah, ah, ah.” He wags his finger at me, his eyes glinting. “Keep those legs open so I can feel how wet your pussy is for me.” He slides my skirt up, exposing my center and my slickened thighs.
I hear Tony groan from across the room and I raise my head to see him lounged back, palming his fully erect cock. I hear a click, then feel a cold metal against my hip. I stiffen just as Devin cuts the slit of my skirt up past my navel, exposing me even more.
He cups my center, humming in satisfaction. “Such a perfect pussy. So wet for me already and we’ve only just begun.” He removes his hand and carefully bends my knee, planting my foot on the bed and raking his nails up my calf. A groan breaks free from my lips at the sensation.
He centers himself between my legs, running his fingers across my skin, bending my other knee up before lowering between them, slowly running his tongue through me. My back arches as he surges me higher when he swirls around my clit.
I’m lost in the movements of his mouth against me, his tongue and teeth sending me into a haze of ecstasy. I lift my hips and try to grind against him to the rhythm of his tongue, my cries of pleasure echoing the room. The build-up is almost too much. “I’m—” I grind my pussy against his mouth as my desperate, pleading whimpers hang in the air. “I’m going to come.” He sucks my clit and rakes his teeth across the sensitive nerve, sending me over the edge.
My orgasm crashes over me like a massive wave of pleasure. My words, cries, and sounds are stuck in my throat as I try to breathe, starbursts filling my vision. His tongue gently swirls around my clit as I ride it out. He pulls away, grinning, his face glistening with my cum. His eyes are bright from behind the mask that still sits on his face. “Such a good girl.” He looks behind him to Tony before turning back, his fingers running down the inside of my thighs.
I look up, still panting, and see Tony fisting his cock, desire swirling in his gaze. The flickering fire makes his gray eyes molten. I watch as he rubs his thumb over the head of his length, his precum coating his skin. My mouth waters at the sight of his large cock that is engorged in his hand, the tip turning a tinge of purple.
Devin slides off the end of the bed, slowly undoing his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor, followed by his boxer briefs. He pumps his hand slowly over his hard, thick length while his eyes rove over my body. “So beautiful, all tied up with your cum soaking the sheets.” He stalks around the bed, still pumping his hand over his cock. Anticipation rushes through me at the thought of what he will feel like as he fucks me for the first time and how he’ll stuff me full of his cock and cum.
He reaches the head of the bed, over me, and unclips the cuffs. “Head toward the foot of the bed, on your stomach, and keep your arms in front of you.” Without hesitation, I flip myself down to the foot of the bed, keeping my arms outstretched as Devin pulls chains out from under the mattress, clipping my cuffs to the rings on the end, holding me in place.
“Such a good girl.” My legs clench together at his praise, the words sending a pulse right to my clit. The bed dips under his weight as he comes behind me, sliding between my legs. Lifting my hips, he slaps my ass, the contact stinging my skin, causing me to cry out. He hums as he gently rubs over the tender spot before slapping it again. I cry out, this time his name tumbling from my lips, the mix of pain and pleasure sending me into overdrive.
“Oh, Lena,” he croons, “I could listen to you scream my name all night.” He pulls my hips up higher, and I feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, already stretching me. “Oh, baby, I can’t wait for this needy pussy to choke my cock.” His filthy words have me trying to shove my hips back, but he slaps my ass again and I bury my face into the mattress. He slaps the other cheek; this time the pain is sharper. “Eyes up, love.” He smooths his hand over my skin before his fingers trace up my back and grip my hair, jerking my face up. “I want you to keep your eyes on Tony while I fuck you.” Tony’s eyes are dark under his hood, his hand gripping the base of his cock as he watches Devin grip my ass, his thumb playing around my hole.
Devin leans over, his cock sliding between my folds, hitting my clit, as he kisses my shoulder blades, his fingers still tangled in my hair in a tight grip. “Let’s play a little game, shall we?” His lips trace back down my back. “Let’s see who comes first. Loser gets their mouth fucked by the winner.” I gasp and see Tony’s eyes harden as he gives his shaft a hard squeeze.
I open my mouth to protest just as Devin slams his cock into me. It fills me and I cry out as he continues to pound into me. His fingers snake across my lower abdomen before landing on my clit. He presses against the sensitive spot and sparks fill my vision. I moan as he works my clit, pressing down and moving his fingers in delicious circles. My hands grip the sheets as I fight against the orgasm and the chains, desperately trying not to come first.
I feel a warm wetness on my ass as Devin loosens his hold on my hair, his thumb against my hole, a hiss passing between my teeth from the intrusion. That motherfucker is cheating.
I watch as Tony matches Devin’s rhythm, his eyes boring into mine, his cock shining with his beads of precum as they spill down his shaft. I can hear him panting through his mask, his breathing matching mine as we build up to our climax. Devin lets out a rough moan behind me, his rhythm going erratic before falling back into time.
Just as I think I can hold out, he pulls his hand from between my legs and smacks my ass, pushing his thumb deeper into my ass, and I fall off the edge. I moan, shoving my hips back, the corners of my vision blurry as the waves of pleasure crash over me. I ride it out as Devin slows his rhythm to let me breathe, the side of my face pressed into the mattress.
“Well, love, it looks like you lost.” From the corner of my eye, I see Tony stiffen. “Looks like it’s between me and you, T,” he says, amused.
They both start to pick up the pace, matching their thrusts, Devin into my pussy and Tony into his hand. Devin’s cock is hitting that deep spot and it’s driving me wild as I sit on the edge of another orgasm. I squeeze Devin’s cock, my walls contracting. “Devin, please .”
His hips pound into me harder before his hips buck and he lets out a growl, followed by a deep, bellowing moan. His fingers dig into my skin as his cum fills me. I feel my walls contract around him, my greedy pussy taking every last drop. “Yes, love, choke my cock. Take all of me.” His thrusts slow before he stops, holding his cock in place. “ Fuck, Lena .” My walls contract as he grabs my ass, smacking it again. “I’ll take your ass next time and you’ll get off just as hard.” I melt at the thought of his cock penetrating my ass, his chuckle soft as he pulls out.
I look up and Tony is roughly pumping his hand around his cock, his eyes starting to roll back into his head as his balls constrict. “Come for us, T.” Devin’s voice is rough, his grip on my ass near bruising. “We want to see you come. ”
Just as the words leave Devin’s lips, a snarl rips from behind Tony’s mask as his cum covers the front of his shirt in streaks. His hips twitch as his head falls back against the chair, his breathing erratic as he thrusts into his hand, until he finally settles, his breaths heavy.
“Well, love, you know what this means, don’t you?” I try to look behind me as Devin slides off the bed, coming around to undo my cuffs. “You’re all Tony's for the next round.”
I watch as emotion flashes across Tony’s face, one that I can’t catch within the shadows of his hood. He gruffly gets up and grabs a towel from a shelf, quickly cleaning himself up and buttoning his pants. Without another glance, he storms out the door, music filling the space before the door swiftly shuts, leaving Devin and me in deafening silence.