Chapter Six
Safe word?
Why would she need a safe word when she was in charge? And why was she only allowed to use it in three minutes?
Adrienne battled to get her breathing under control when suddenly, with the stealth of some sleek apex predator in the jungle, Austin picked her up off the floor as if she were weightless and then placed her onto the bed.
Emerson and Darien peeled her panties off her legs, and in pure bewilderment, she watched Emerson take them and slip them into his suit pants.
Her outraged 'what', 'why', and 'stop it’ were pointedly ignored. Instead, Darien kindly informed her that, in due course, she would be able to use the safe word they had given her, and that was the only word that would stop them.
Her attempts to get up and climb back off the bed were promptly thwarted as they took turns keeping her down.
If Adrienne weren’t so mad, confused, and curious all at once, she would have appreciated the way they moved. They were so in sync with each other that it was enthralling to watch.
The tie-backs from the imported Italian curtains were ripped off. Her knees were bent, and her ankles captured, then secured to the sides of the bed, her arms pulled above her head, and her wrists tied to the four-poster bed.
And no amount of strength she used, no amount of kickboxing classes she took, rendered her strong enough to beat these men.
With lightning speed, she was secured to the bed. She was bound so tightly that escape was impossible. Added to that was the fact that she was naked. Her legs parted. Her pussy was on full display.
“Your safe word starts now,”
Emerson said. That was the last word she heard before her mind blanked.
Her knees were pressed down on either side of her. She alternated between opening her eyes and shutting them as a surge of ignominy scorched her already sizzling, hot skin. They stood around her, stroking their jaws as their gazes remained fixed between her parted thighs.
She’d recently stopped getting a Brazilian, and the result now was a neat landing strip of fine, dark hair that she meticulously groomed herself.
Darien and Austin pulled her soaked labia apart. She couldn’t help her shudder of surprise, contracting the flesh of her core. Their rumbling grunts meant they had seen the spasm in her pussy.
She just wanted to close her legs. No man had ever been allowed to look at her so intimately. But then she forgot how to breathe and ended up gasping unladylike when Emerson, Darien, and Austin lowered their heads to her.
Three mouths took turns sucking on her, and her head lifted off the bed in astonishment.
In all her life, she never experienced such a departure of her senses she didn’t understand and didn’t know if she liked it or not. She tried to create a mental grocery list in her head. Solve a niggling work problem. But all she could think of was how her juices now soaked the sheets and how weak she was to stop them so she could change the damn sheets. She was a proud neat freak—it went with her entire Ice Maiden persona.
But this, with them... Her whole brain shifted in her skull, throwing out every thought she had ever had. The heat they created with every lick, lap, and lashing of their tongues turned into copious amounts of wetness that just poured from her.
“The sheets,”
she hoarsely cried in a feeble attempt to secure her hold on reality. In answer, Emerson slipped her clit between his teeth. And Darien and Austin sucked a part of her labia into their mouths.
The sounds that fell from her lips were not her own either. There was nothing prim and proper about it. Nothing graceful, composed, or sophisticated. She didn’t sound like herself.
They swapped places around her pussy, sucking her clit as they put two fingers between her folds, exploring the textures of her core before they licked the wetness off their fingers.
She fought long and hard to stop herself from coming, but every touch of theirs on her body broke her down a little more.
She bit her lip and vowed not to make a sound when she came, but somehow, they knew what she was doing. She jerked back as Darien stroked her clit with vigorous motions and as Austin fucked her with his tongue, but it was Emerson who slapped the inside of her thigh so hard she screamed, and at that moment, the gates of the climax she had been holding onto so desperately burst open.
She came with the force equivalent to a hundred waves of spasms right into their mouths.
Oh god, what was happening to her?
Yet if she uttered her safe word, they would stop but that would defeat the purpose of bidding on them at the auction. She was strong, she could take whatever they gave her.
She sucked up the tears hovering at the corners of her eyes, then slammed her eyes closed so tight that she saw stars. It had taken one text, and she was crashing and burning, no matter how often she told herself she was indifferent to the damming words. But she was not leaving here with her virginity still intact.
“Hey, look at me, pretty lady.”
She opened her eyes, and a pool of tears fell from them, soon replaced by the sight of Emerson towering over her. He had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, his cock already sheathed in a condom.
She hadn’t even realized that she had been untied. But now, all that mattered was feeling them move inside her.
She couldn’t wait. She raised her hips, and the tip of his cock pressed against the entrance of her soaked pussy. She closed her eyes again and pushed upward.
“Look at me, Adrienne,”
Emerson commanded, and when her eyelids parted, he penetrated her almost fully. She gasped in astounded shock as his thick and extraordinary length stretched the tightness of her pussy, taking her virginity.
“Fuck. You’re still a virgin.”
His wondrous tone went over her head as he started to withdraw from her body.
“No,”
she whispered.
“I don’t want you to go slow or be gentle. I’m not fragile. Fuck me. Now.”
Refusing to cry out in pain, stupidly thinking it would weaken her, she clung to him, forcing him to seat himself so deeply inside her there was nothing left of him for her to take.
Self-preservation screamed at her to push him away. The agony of him stretching her walls to accommodate his size nearly paralyzed her with fear. But she didn’t want him to stop. She didn’t want to stop.
“Fuck,”
Emerson rasped against her cheek, his cock pulsing inside her and suddenly she was overcome with reckless agitation, as she hugged his cock to her.
Only one thought remained crystal clear in her head. She wanted to do the same to Darien and Austin.
Unabashed desperation overwhelmed her as he gathered her in his arms, dragged his cock from her, and then gently penetrated her again. She luxuriated in the pain the same way she did the deviant sting of pleasure that coursed through her.
God, he was so big; she felt him bump her cervix, and the sensation uprooted her.
“Adrienne,”
he whispered before he kissed her softly and tenderly while he drew his shaft slowly in and out of her, and every time it somehow felt deeper.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Sucking her nipple now, Emerson continued to fuck her over and over again, filling her up and then towing his cock from her with such masterful deliberation that she forgot her name.
As easily as if she were featherlight, he tilted her slightly onto her side, drew up onto his knees while he straddled her thigh, and curled her other leg over him. His cock immediately deepened inside her, and a tumultuous shudder escaped her lips as he brushed against a different part of her.
Heaven help her.
“Ah, fucking hell. It’s as stunning as I imagined it would be. Next time, I’m going to make you come like this, pretty lady, and you’re going to gush all over my naked cock when you do. But only when we’re fucking you without anything separating us.”
She had no choice but to shatter beneath him. Her climax was enhanced by the presence of Darien and Austin, who watched her get fucked by their friend.
Who was she even?
The power of her orgasm sucked him back up into her core. He leaned over and bit the side of her neck hard enough to make tears sprout from her eyes, making her writhe madly underneath him.
In her distraction, he pulled his cock from her pulsing pussy. She wailed in disappointment, desperate to find Darien, stunned that she needed him now despite just climaxing on Emerson’s cock. And knowing Austin was going to be after him.
She didn’t recognize herself anymore.
She didn’t have to wait long.
“Not slow and gentle?”
Darien asked softly, his voice hoarse and rough.
“No,”
she said aggressively.
“Fuck, woman.”
Darien flipped her onto her knees and took her from behind, grunting as he lifted her ass cheek, and then slid the head of his cock between her wet, swollen lips. She whimpered. It felt as if Darien were taking her virginity all over again.
“You’re so fucking tight; you’re killing me here, sweetheart,”
he said as he inched deeper inside her. He pulled her up, and his large, tanned hand, littered with callouses, cupped her breasts as his thumbs swept across her nipples, making her mewl and her pussy vibrate against his shaft.
“Ah fuck,”
Darien growled as she squeezed him even harder, playing with his cock, acting on pure instinct despite being so inexperienced. Just as Emerson took charge of her body, she loved that Darien allowed her to play with him.
But not for long.
Withdrawing from her, he flipped her around, tossed her onto the bed on her back, and drove the whole of his shaft inside her again. The impact shocked her, but the after-effect was so amazing that she came before she could stop herself. Her limbs quivered nonstop. She saw stars upon stars swim in front of her eyes.
“That is the fucking last time we’re pulling out of you,”
he warned as he stilled himself between the walls of her pussy before he almost begrudgingly slipped out of her. Her orgasm was rerouted when he penetrated her with two of his fingers instead, scissoring the depth of her core until she was clutching him so tight he couldn’t move inside her.
Dear god, while she soared into the stratosphere with her shuddering climaxing, a blanket of embarrassment sailed over her that remnants of her virgin blood would coat Darien’s fingers.
“Fuck, I wanted to feel that on my cock, but when I do, I want to be able to shower your orgasm with my cum. Next time,”
he warned darkly but with a sexy smile on his face as he removed his fingers.
“Please,”
Adrienne begged, her whole body vibrating when Austin took his place between her legs. Wild and wanton, she reached for his cock.
“You’re not sore?”
he asked huskily, running his knuckles down her pussy.
Without severing her gaze from his, she took his incredibly long and way too thick shaft and tried to put him inside her.
“Ah fucking hell,”
Austin murmured the instant the heat of his cock radiated against the walls of pussy. And then he took over. The mind-blowing stretch made her leak with fresh wetness.
Parts of her old self surfaced in some distant part of her brain. In her delirium, she desperately needed to clean up. They had made her come too many times. She was making a mess on the bed.
But Austin silenced all her thoughts, when completely seated inside her, he drew her up over his thighs so he could watch himself slide in and out of her while driving her beyond madness.
And then he started to strum her clit, watching her face, watching her pussy, analyzing every movement, a thoughtful expression lining his absolutely beautiful face.
Her mind ripped away from all thought; her body became a slave to him, and when she came, Austin pushed his cock so deep inside her that she felt him hit her cervix fully, and suddenly the wave of her climax changed and morphed into another one.
She was still coming when he removed his cock from her and then palmed her pulsing pussy, still looking at her as intensely as before. Only when she was left with hard, erratic breaths and the vibration of her climax had stopped did Austin release her, the sound of his cock sliding out of her wetness echoed around the room.
Heaving with heavy breaths, satiated but not quite, Adrienne sat up on the bed, urgently trying to gather her common sense and modesty which now lay scattered everywhere around her.
Her gaze fell onto the three incredibly good-looking men who had just taken her virginity, in three different ways, leaving her changed forever.
They were seated next to each other on a wide velvet sofa, now, directly opposite the bed. They peeled the condoms from their cocks, and now they pumped their naked shafts with their hands.
“It’s our turn now.”
“Sit on the edge of the bed and open your legs, Adrienne.”
Biting her lip, she did as she was told. But she also closed her eyes.
“Eyes on us.”
Her eyelids flickered apart, and then she watched in awe as they jerked their cocks, stroking their lengths so hard that her response was droplets of wetness that dripped from her.
Nothing was more sublime than their husky grunts, the way their bodies pulled even tauter, and their muscles bunched up.
Her gaze remained fixed on them. She was breathless. Hot. Aroused all over again as she waited. Her gasp when they exploded with cum came from a part of her, she hadn’t yet met before. They were utterly stunning, virile, strong, and powerful. Nothing in all her life she had seen had been as beautiful.
What was happening to her? Sex was messy, not beautiful?
No, not sex. Them. They were beautiful.
“That is the last time we’re ever going to come outside of your body, Adrienne.”
She glanced up at them.
Didn’t they know? She was never going to see them again.
She needed everything they had given her because her ex-husband, the lying, treacherous, vile thieving bastard, had just been released from prison after only serving three years when he should have been kept there for the next twenty years at least. Her divorce was only finalized a week ago.
It wasn’t a marriage based on even the slightest amount of attraction on her part. He wasn’t her type. She didn’t even have a type, but if she did, the lecherous, cowardly, oily type that was him, was not it.
He had tricked her into marrying him, telling her he would return something he had taken that belonged to her; something she held dearer than anything else in her life, more important than all her money put together.
It had been sheer good luck that he got arrested the day after he presented her with a marriage license he had forged, but she was still legally bound to uphold it because he was a snake of the worst kind.
And still, he refused to give her what belonged to her. Now he was out, seventeen years earlier than expected, and it was clear he had found the right corrupt people in power to release him.
She didn’t want to have anything to do with him. If she saw him again, she wouldn’t hesitate to decapitate him.
But this, here in this hotel room with these three strangers, this was never going to happen again. It was their first and last time, despite the promises they kept making about the next time.
She needed to get rid of her virginity and they sufficed. All three of them.
Now she was ready to be alone for the rest of her life.