Chapter 17
Chapter seventeen
Mandie
The four of us stepped into Sebastian’s room, the air thickened like the charge before a storm. His space was all sharp lines and cold precision. It was filled with black furniture, a bed made with military corners, the faint scent of leather, and something metallic lingering beneath it.
The door clicked shut behind me, and I barely had time to turn before Sebastian’s hand shot out, slamming against the wall beside my head. His other arm caged me in, his body pressing close enough that I felt the heat radiating off him.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Mandie,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, the kind of tone that made my stomach clench. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “Keeping secrets from us.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my throat. Before I could retort, Roger’s voice cut through the tension, smooth and amused.
“Yeah, you have been a bad girl.” He stepped up behind me, his presence a wall of muscle and confidence, his fingers brushing over my hips before gripping them possessively. The way he said it, it was like he was savoring the words. It all made my skin prickle.
Sebastian’s lips curled into something dark and knowing. “And bad girls need to be punished, don’t they?”
My chest seized, just for a moment. The way he said it wasn’t a question. It was a promise.
Donovan, quieter than the others, moved to the side, his gray eyes locked on me.
There was something hungry in his gaze, something that made my thighs press together.
He didn’t speak, but his fingers twitched at his sides, like he was fighting the urge to reach for me.
The silence from him was almost worse than the words from the others because I knew what he wanted.
What they all wanted.
And fuck if I wasn’t already wet just thinking about it.
Sebastian’s hand slid from the wall to my throat, not tight enough to choke, just enough to make me feel the weight of his control.
His thumb brushed over my pulse, and I could see the flicker of something feral in his eyes.
“You should have told us sooner. That way, we could share you, appropriately,” he murmured.
A whimper escaped me before I could stop it. My body was already betraying me, arching into his touch, my nipples hardening under the thin fabric of my tank top. Roger’s hands slid up my sides, his thumbs hooking under the hem of my shirt, teasing the bare skin of my stomach.
“Fuck, you’re already so responsive,” he groaned, his lips pressing against the back of my neck. “I can smell how wet you are.”
"Do you like being our dirty little secret?" Sebastian’s grip on my throat tightened just a fraction, and my breath came out in a shaky gasp. “Answer me,” he demanded.
“I—I like it,” I admitted, my voice rough. “I like being yours.”
A low growl rumbled in Sebastian’s chest. “That's better. But you are still a bad girl.” His free hand dropped to my waist, yanking me flush against him so I could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against my stomach. “And bad girls don’t get to keep their clothes on.”
Before I could react, Roger’s hands were on my tank top, ripping it up and over my head in one smooth motion.
The cool air hit my bare skin, my black lace bra doing little to hide how hard my nipples were.
Donovan finally moved, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans, dragging them down my legs with a slow, deliberate pull.
I stepped out of them, my pulse roaring in me as I stood there in nothing but my bra and panties, three sets of eyes burning into me.
Sebastian’s gaze raked over me, dark and possessive. “Fucking perfect,” he muttered. Then his body shifted.
One second, he was solid, his hands on me, his breath warm against my skin. The next, his form ripped apart, his body dissolving into a swirling, dark mass of water that surged forward, wrapping around me like a living thing.
The cold shock of it made me gasp, but before I could even process what was happening, the water tightened, yanking at my bra, the fabric snapping under the pressure. My panties followed, torn away in a single, violent motion, leaving me completely bare.
A scream tore from my throat, not from pain, but from the sheer intensity of it, the way the water slithered over my skin, tracing every curve, every dip, like a hundred fingers all at once.
It pooled between my thighs, and I buckled, my knees nearly giving out as the liquid heat of it pressed against my clit, circling, teasing.
“Sebastian, fuck—” I choked out, my hands flying to his, it, whatever the hell it was, but the water just surged harder, pinning my wrists above my head against the wall. I was trapped, spread open, completely at their mercy.
Roger’s hands were on me again, his calloused palms sliding up my thighs, parting them further. “Look at you,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “Already dripping for us.”
Donovan dropped to his knees in front of me, his gray eyes dark with hunger as he stared at my pussy.
His tongue flicked out, stretching unnaturally long, the tip already glistening as it pressed against my entrance.
“I’ve been dreaming about tasting you again,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.
And then he pushed.
I screamed as his tongue slammed into me, stretching me open in a way only his tongue could.
It coiled inside me, thick and relentless, filling me in a way that had my toes curling, my back arching off the wall.
The water around my wrists tightened, holding me in place as Donovan’s tongue fucked me, deep, rhythmic strokes that had my vision whiting out.
“Oh, god, Donovan, fuck—” My voice broke, my body trembling as pleasure coiled tight in my stomach. The water around my clit pulsed, matching the rhythm of Donovan’s tongue, and I could feel my orgasm building, a relentless, unstoppable force.
Roger’s hands slid up to my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples, pinching just hard enough to make me cry out. “You’re taking them so well,” he growled in my ear. “Such a good little slut for us.”
Sebastian’s water form surged up my body, wrapping around my throat like a collar, not tight enough to choke, just enough to make me feel owned. His voice echoed in my mind, a dark whisper. “You’re ours, Mandie. Say it.”
“I’m yours—” I gasped, my voice breaking as Donovan’s tongue curled inside me, hitting a spot that made my legs shake. “Fuck, I’m yours!”
“Good girl,” Sebastian purred, and then the water moved.
It dragged me forward, away from the wall, my body stumbling as Donovan’s tongue finally slipped free with a wet, obscene pop.
My thighs were slick with my own arousal, my breath coming in ragged gasps as Sebastian’s water form lifted me, carrying me toward the bathroom.
The shower was already running, steam filling the air, the sound of the water a distant roar in my ears.
Roger was right behind us, his hands gripping my hips as Sebastian’s water deposited me under the spray.
The hot water hit my skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of their bodies pressing in around me.
Donovan was on his knees again, his stretched tongue already lapping at my thighs, cleaning up the mess he’d made.
Sebastian’s water form reformed around me, pressing against my back, his liquid hands sliding up to cup my breasts, his thumbs rolling over my nipples as the water jets from the showerhead intensified, pounding against my skin like a thousand tiny fingers.
I moaned, my head falling back against his chest, or what would be his chest, if he weren’t still in this shifting, liquid state.
Roger’s hands slid down to my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh as he spread me open. “Fuck, look at this pretty little hole,” he groaned, his thumb pressing against my asshole, circling lightly. “Is this yours?”
I whimpered, my body trembling as Donovan’s tongue pushed into me again, this time from behind, lapping at my ass while Roger’s thumb pressed in just enough to make me gasp. “Yes.”
“Liar! It is mine, Mandie.” Roger chuckled, and then his thumb sank in, knuckle-deep, stretching me open as Donovan’s tongue fucked my pussy in long, slow strokes. The dual sensation had me seeing stars, my nails scraping against the tile as I tried to find something, anything, to ground me.
Sebastian’s water form tightened around my throat again, his voice a dark murmur in my ear. “You love this, don’t you? Being used by all of us at once?”
“Yes, fuck yesI” My words dissolved into a broken moan as Roger’s thumb pumped in and out of my ass, his other hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
Donovan’s tongue was a relentless force inside me, stretching me, filling me, his nose pressed against my clit as he lapped at me like a man starving.
“That’s it,” Roger growled, his free hand sliding around to my clit, his fingers finding the swollen bud and pinching. “Come for us, baby. Let us hear you scream.”
The orgasm hit me like a freight train.
My back arched, my body locking up as pleasure exploded through me, my vision whiting out as I came with a broken, keening wail.
Donovan didn’t stop, his tongue fucking me through it, drawing out every last shudder, every twitch of my muscles as my pussy clenched around nothing.
Roger’s thumb stayed buried in my ass, his fingers working my clit in tight, punishing circles, and Sebastian’s water form pulsed around me, the pressure of it keeping me upright as my legs gave out.
I was still trembling, my breath coming in ragged gasps, when Roger finally pulled his thumb free.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he groaned, his voice rough.
His hands gripped my hips, and then he was lifting me, turning me so my back was against the wall, my legs wrapping around his waist.