Chapter 13
HARLOW
Igripped the sides of the desk, clinging to the wood while Cass devoured me.
Archer and Boner's eyes were on me, like I was the most beautiful thing they'd ever seen. Every roll of my hips, every jiggle of my breasts, they watched. The tents in the front of their pants growing as they did.
"I have something for you," Archer said, leaning over to whisper in my ear. From a pocket tucked away inside his suit, he pulled a knife. "I know how much you like these."
"I do," I said breathlessly. Knives were beautiful and useful. When he pressed the tip of this one to my throat, I almost came then and there.
"Don't come yet," Boner whispered.
"Keep nice and still so I don't draw too much blood." Archer pressed the blade in slightly harder.
A small pinch and the trickle of warmth slid down the side of my neck. Not enough to scare me. Definitely enough to make me buck against Cass' tongue while trying to keep my upper body still.
"That's hot," Boner said. He traced circles around my nipple with his tongue before drawing it between his lips and sucking.
I moaned softly.
Archer moved the blade down to my chest, just above my heart. Brow creased in concentration, he made another nick. Another trickle of blood wandered down my skin.
"You're good at that," Boner remarked.
Archer glanced at him. "I've had practice." He slid the side of the knife through the blood, smearing it across the blade. He gave Cass a meaningful look and waited until the other man stepped aside, his chin glistening with my arousal.
"Open your legs wider," Cass said.
Between him and Archer, they bent my knees and placed my feet on the desk, so my thighs were wide open, displaying my pussy to all three of them.
"What are you—" I picked up my head as Archer turned the knife in his hand, carefully holding the blade with my blood smeared across it. He pressed the hilt of the knife to my entrance, then all the way inside me.
I gasped, but then I was lying back again while he slowly fucked me with the knife.
"You like that?" Boner asked. "Of course you do. You're the most beautiful work of art I've ever had in this gallery. Smeared with your own blood." He placed the tip of his finger on my neck and spread it around further. "Being fucked by the knife that did this. It's practically poetry."
"Gorgeous." Cass reached past the knife to stroke his thumb over my clit.
My back arched and I cried out, desperate for relief.
"Make her come," Cass told Archer. "I want her to come around the knife."
Archer nodded and carefully slid the knife in and out with increasing speed, driving it into me over and over.
I cried out louder as I came hard, muscles clenching the hilt, hips grinding against Cass' thumb.
I shouted out something, but I wasn't sure if they were words or just sounds.
I didn't care, all I knew was pleasure, hot and all consuming.
From the top of my head, down to my toes was awash with it.
Dragged away until it finally began to recede like a reluctant tide.
Slowly, I drifted back to earth, my pulse gradually slowing.
Archer slid the knife out.
"Have you fucked her?" Cass asked Archer.
"No." Archer's voice was as strained, as was his cock, which looked like it was trying to escape from his suit pants.
"You want to," Cass stated.
"So much." The knife shook in Archer's trembling hand before he put it aside.
"Fuck her," Cass said. He stepped aside, his arms crossed.
Archer undid his pants, let his cock spring free and gripped my hips. With one thrust he was even deeper inside me than where he slid the knife.
"Fuck." He closed his eyes. "I have a good imagination, but I didn't think you'd feel this incredible."
He was thick and hard inside me, stuffing me so full I might burst.
I whispered his name as he stood in front of me, buried deep. Still as one of Boner's sculptures. Neither of us moved. Neither breathed. We just felt.
He whispered my name back to me before he started to move inside me, pulling out and sliding back in as if he could get deeper and deeper with each thrust.
I was vaguely aware of Cass saying something, before Boner pressed his cock between my lips, letting me taste him and the piercing in his tip.
I sucked, teasing him with my tongue for a minute or two before he was sliding out and turning my face towards Cass.
He stood on the other side of the desk, eyes dark as night. Hand in my hair, he took his turn fucking my mouth.
I'd never been the centre of attention for three men before, but I was loving every moment. Sucking, thrusting and groaning.
Boner was right, this was poetry.
Archer thrust a few more times before he let himself go completely. Spilling himself deep inside me with a long, low grunt. His fingers digging into my hips, the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. His release a burst of warmth inside me.
"So fucking good," he said breathlessly. He slid out of me slowly, eyes half-closed. Careful to break the string of cum between us before he tucked his cock back in his pants and did them up.
"I want to fuck her, but I have a surprise for you all first," Boner said. He ground the words out, like he was struggling for control.
"Surprise?" Cass looked doubtful.
"Trust me, you'll love it." Boner stepped over to a cabinet at the side of the room and opened the doors.
A man stood inside, duct tape over his mouth, his hands bound behind him. He was a few years older than us, his wide eyes staring.
"I'd like to introduce you to…let's call him Jason. His real name doesn't matter." Boner grabbed Jason by the front of his shirt and hauled him out of the cabinet.
"He was in there the entire time?" I asked. He'd heard me come? He'd heard Archer come? He saw me lying naked on Boner's desk? Okay, that was a question, he absolutely was.
"I figured he could join the after party," Boner said.
"Don't worry, no one knows he's here. Honestly, I don't think anyone will miss him.
Especially not his ex-wife. She left him for a reason, but Jason here," Boner patted his shoulder, "he didn't like taking no for an answer.
Around here, we don't like people like that. "
I rolled off the desk and grabbed up my dress to hold in front of myself.
"It's very thoughtful of you," I said.
Much better than flowers.
Beside me, Cass was putting his pants back in place and swallowing, the implications of what Boner was suggesting sinking in.
"I thought so." Boner picked up the knife and placed the blade flat against Jason's cheek.
Jason jerked back and cried out something incoherent, his eyes pleading.
Boner followed him until his back was pressed against the wall.
"I have a little bit of a jealous streak," Boner said cheerfully. "A small one. I don't like anyone seeing my woman naked unless they deserve her. Sorry, pal."
Before Jason could jerk away, Boner jammed the knife up, into his eye. While Jason was still screaming in agony, Boner jammed the knife into his other eye.
Blood poured down his face and onto his clothes.
"Much better." Boner stepped back and smiled.
"Now he can't see me fuck Harlow." He placed the knife on the desk and took my dress out of my hands to drop it aside.
A pleased smile on his face, he picked me up and placed me beside it.
Grabbing my legs, he wrapped them around his hips and positioned his cock outside my entrance.
"He can hear," I said.
"Let him hear." Boner shrugged. He pushed himself inside me, slowly at first then all the way in. "Me coming inside you will be the last thing he hears."
"So romantic." I closed my eyes and enjoyed the way he felt. Aroused by the sound of Jason moaning in agony.
Was that fucked up?
Maybe.
Did I care?
Not at all.
Boner wouldn't have brought him here if he didn't deserve it.
"That's me," Boner whispered, thrusting slowly. "I'm all about romantic gestures."
I laughed softly and opened my eyes a crack to see Cass' conflicted expression. Sickened but aroused. Or sickened because he was aroused? His eyes dipped as Jason sagged to the floor.
"Don't feel too bad for him," Boner said. "He got to witness an amazing evening and epic after party. He should consider himself lucky."
Archer swiped up the knife and started to toy with it, his eyes also on Jason. He looked very much like he wanted to jam the knife into Jason's carotid. He glanced at me and nodded before crouching beside the other man.
My eyes on him, I rocked against Boner, the pressure in my body mounting again. I was covered in my own blood, full of Archer's cum, and an asshole was about to meet a sticky end.
It was the perfect evening.
"That's it," Boner urged. "Come on, love, come around my cock." He stroked into me evenly, his piercing rubbing against my G-spot, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
Cass had his own cock back out and was pumping himself, his eyes also on Archer. He wasn't in control this time, he was letting things happen. Letting himself go. Living in the moment.
Clinging to Boner, I came hard, gripping his cock with my pussy and making him come with me.
We were mid-orgasm when Archer drove the knife into Jason's throat, ending his life as we came.
Cass followed a moment later, his cum shooting out and onto the side of Jason's face. His release mingling with the blood.
"Now that," Boner said, trying to catch his breath, "was poetry. Three orgasms and a death. Sounds like the perfect title for a play. Or a movie. Hell, why choose? It could be both."
"I'll take that into consideration," Archer said. He started to wipe the blade on Jason's shirt.
"Dibs on the heart," Boner said before he could start carving it out of the man's chest. He eased himself out of me and helped me down from the desk.
Archer gave him a look, but reluctantly handed him the knife.
Grinning, Boner knelt beside the body, cut Jason's shirt open and started to carve into his chest.
I took the opportunity to step over to Cass and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you okay?" I asked softly. "I know this has been…a lot."
He blinked a couple of times and managed to tear his eyes away from Boner.
"I'm okay," he said. "I kept thinking about my brother and the things that were done to him. And your sister. It could have been you. I got so angry I wanted him to die. I liked that he hurt." He still looked conflicted.
I put my arm around him.
"It's not a bad thing to want bad things to happen to bad people," I said carefully. "It might be a little psycho, but it's good stress release. It's like…washing away a nasty stain. If you think of them like that, not as people, it makes it easier."
"People like him aren't people," he said. "They're animals. Worse than animals." He frowned for a moment. "I didn't feel sick this time."
"You've come a long way," I said. It wouldn't be long before he felt the urge to pick up his own knife and end someone. As long as it was the right someone, he had my full support.
"Are you going to…" He winced. "Make him into, you know."
"Food?" I offered. "I think I'll leave his disposal to Boner. He seems to have a plan."
"I do have a plan," Boner said, holding up Jason's shining heart. "But first, this is for you, my lady." He offered me the heart in the palm of his hand.
"You guys are too sweet to me." I accepted the heart before wrapping it in a scrap of Jason's shirt. Another heart for my collection.
I'd feel better knowing it belonged to Eros, Hypnos or Zeus, but I'd add theirs soon enough.
If they didn't kill us first.