Chapter Fourteen
SIAN
The phone call from my mom has soured my mood.
She never calls unless it’s for money. If she knew I was working in a place like this, she would beg me to get her a job so she wouldn’t have to sell herself on the corners.
I don’t judge any woman for their choices of work, but I do judge my mom because she doesn’t do it to keep the lights on or to feed her child.
She does it to pay for her habits. She started out with booze then moved to weed.
Now she can snort an eight ball in three days and shoot up when she’s out of coke.
I was so excited about tonight. I was able to help plan the event and even decorate some of the rooms. These past few weeks here have been the most amazing weeks of my life.
I feel valued and appreciated. I’ve never had that before, but one phone call from my mom and all those good feelings are tarnished by the stains of my past.
If I don’t pay, she guilts me into saying she’ll be killed.
She’s even resorted to blackmailing a couple of times and told me if I didn’t give her the money she would give her dealers my address so they could come and take their payment from me—she wasn’t talking about me paying them with cash, she meant they could take their payment in the form of taking turns fucking me.
“Sian?” I look from my iPad and force a smile at the sight of Emily standing in the doorway. She’s one of the new girls Cam hired last week.
“Hey, everything okay?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I can’t find Cam or Quin and we have a situation in the Jungle room.
Can you help?” I jump to my feet and toss my iPad on my desk and motion for her to lead the way.
I don’t know how much help I’ll be, but I won’t sit by and not try to solve a problem.
Emily leads me through the maze of halls and points to the door. I’ve never been in this room before.
I push the door open and step inside. My jaw unhinges and my eyes grow wide at the sight in front of me.
Trees are everywhere and I don’t mean little fake ones, I meant large trees that you see in the woods outside.
It’s dark in here, but there is just enough light for you to see a few steps in front of you.
I look up and can’t see the ceiling as tiny lights glow bright, mimicking stars.
I release the door and step further into the room.
I jolt in fright when it slams closed behind me.
Before I can process what is happening, a hand clamps down on my mouth from behind and another bands around my waist. I try to scream and fight against my assailant.
“I love it when you fight.” I still at the sound of Cam’s voice but it sounds muffled.
I turn my head slightly and balk at the sight of him wearing a black mask with red LED lights.
The mask matches the one my masked man wears.
I can feel his bare chest burning into my back.
Having him this close always short-circuits my rational thought.
“Time for us to hunt.” I turn my head to look ahead and gasp into Cam’s hand at the sight of two more masked men, standing there with the red lights of their masks casting an eerie glow over them that has me shivering in both anticipation and fear.
They both stand there shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans that sits low on their hips, showcasing their delicious bodies.
When the one on the left lifts a wand, I know what it is even without being able to see it clearly.
“Time to tie you up and edge you until you beg for fucking mercy.” Quin’s tone is filled with a sinister promise that has me clenching my thighs.
“Tonight, you learn that you belong to us,” my masked man says.
“You get thirty seconds to run. This is the biggest room in the club. There are places to hide and trees to climb. Do your best to avoid being caught and pray that the lord above will forgive you for all your slutty indiscretions because when we catch you, we’re going to embed ourselves inside you,” Cam adds, then releases me with a shove.
I stumble forward but quickly right myself before I fall.
“Run!” he yells. Suddenly a wave of calm washes over me and my mind blanks of everything except them.
I kick my heels off and brush past Quin as I head into the trees.
Those stupid star lights do nothing to aid me in here, I’m forced to slow my pace so I don’t trip.
I look around and try to find some type of alcove to hide in. When I hear them counting down from ten, I decide to take my punishment like a bad bitch. If I belong to them, then that means they have to belong to me, right?
I quickly unbutton my blouse and toss it over a branch, then take off again and remove my skirt and drop it on the ground.
I move in a zig zag motion tossing my bra over another branch then dart to the right and place my panties at the base of a tree.
When I reach the back wall of the jungle room I tug the elastic from my hair and toss it to the side, then press my back against the wall and bend my leg up, place my foot flat against the wall, then cross my arms over my chest.
My breaths are coming in short rapid pants, I try to calm myself so I can appear more put together than I feel.
I only realized after the phone call with my mother that I love my life and how amazing these past few weeks have been with the guys.
I’m utterly fucked when it comes to them.
The moment their hands are on me I’m nothing but putty and will willingly bend to their will.
I hate that my masked man won’t show me his face or join me, Quin and Cam for dinners.
I’ve gotten to really know Quin and I won’t lie, I have feelings for all three of them and I know they are all in a relationship with each other.
I’ve loved watching them suck each other’s dicks and fuck.
Seeing them get each other off always pushes me over the edge.
It’s like their pleasure is tied in with mine.
The way I feel about all three of them scares me.
I haven’t known Quin long and already I’m attached to the man like white on rice.
My masked man is a complete stranger to me, yet I crave him like a fat kid loves cake.
Cam has always been my kryptonite, I’ve wanted that man for years.
I fantasized about ways he and my stepbrother would fuck me over the church pews or defile the confessional with me.
My train of thought is cut off when I spot the glow of their masks emerging from the trees.
My breathing ramps up and my body heat begins to skyrocket when the three of them come into view and I drink in the sight of them standing there looking like fallen angels.
If being a sinner means loving them, then I’m the worst sinner the Lord has ever encountered.
There will never be a day I don’t lust after them or crave the feeling of their skin against mine.
They may be wearing masks, but I can tell them apart just from their size difference.
My breath hitches when Quin holds up the wand. I tremble with need and fight not to smile at the sight of it. I love it when he edges me and pushes me to my limits. He loves to control all my orgasms.
Cameron is the darkest out of all of them. He loves to dominate me and mix pain with my pleasure. He and Quin love sploshing and I admit, I really fucking enjoy playing with my food and having them come all over me and lick my body clean.
My masked man, my stranger, is the anomaly of the bunch. He loves to turn my skin red from spanking and leave his mark on my body almost like a stamp of ownership. I love the sight of his fingertips bruised into my skin.
Each of them is so different, yet together, they form the most heady mix of sensual pleasure. They are the definition of raw sex appeal. These men are not like any other I have ever encountered. They are sinfully delicious and I crave the taste of them daily.
I won’t ask your forgiveness, Father, because I know it won’t be granted. You can lock those pearly gates on me and send me straight to hell as long as I get to take these three with me.