9. Chapter 3
Kaylynn
Something feels off about the men here. Looking up from the bar was a mistake, as I didn't lock eyes with just one man, but four.
Scouting the area, I decide to step away from the bar and head to the dance floor instead, swinging my hips as I go.
I start to lose myself to the hypnotic music.
Now, this is what I have been wanting for, for my night out.
Sweat starts to bead across my breasts, pooling in my cleavage.
I feel my makeup clamming up, and decide it's time to go fix it up.
“No need to apologize, Miss Kaylynn. Why don't you be a good girl, go freshen up, and I'll take you home.” This man replies with a stoic look on his face.
What the fuck is everyone's problem? First my dad, now this guy? Who does he think he is? Swaying on my feet as the alcohol hits, I take a step back, turning on the balls of my feet as fast as I can, and smacking into another hard figure.
What is going on? Am I in danger of something happening? I’m trying to wrap my head around everything, but my brain starts to cloud with so many raw emotions as the alcohol inhibits my thoughts. Looking around again, a low growl sound catches my attention.
“I'm so sorry,” I start stuttering. Really .... stuttering? When have I ever stuttered?
Looking into the second man's eyes, I feel like I'm getting sucked into a hurricane with deep baby blues, mixed with shaggy dirty blond hair. He is a little shorter than the man at my back, but still towers over me. He reaches out and grabs my wrist in a death grip.
“Now, Kaylynn, my brother over here, was being very nice. You wouldn't want to make him mad, trust me.”
I peek over my shoulder, and the man is twisting a knife around in his hand.
Sucking in a bit of air, I turn back towards the blond man.
“I don't know what makes you guys think you're the boss of me, but fyi, you're not.” I see when his neck muscles start to bulge and I swear this man is about to have a heart attack.
I try to keep my giggle in as his face turns a bright cherry tomato red.
“Look here, little girl, you're wrong in so many ways.” He whispers, leaning in, and his lip catches my ear.
“You're right, I'm not the boss of you. Oh no, I'm so much more. We own you.” A low growl coming from this man has my hands starting to shake, and I feel myself tremble a little.
‘Okay. Okay, this is just some kind of prank, everything is fine.’ I think to myself.
The guy that is at my back, pushes himself up against me.
My heart starts to race. I slowly suck in a breath of air, then blow it out, taking deep breaths to calm myself.
I start to feel, not scared necessarily, but something else entirely.
Nervous yes, but there’s also a feeling of wanting.
What would it be like to feel these men on my body?
I am definitely not a size-two, model-type woman.
I'm overweight, have cellulite everywhere, and my thighs stick and rub together; especially in this dress. These men wouldn’t see me in that way anyway, right?
I'm nothing but an overweight blimp, and yet here they are talking to me.
‘Just a kiss,’ I think to myself, just one kiss.
What does that even feel like? I have never been kissed.
My dad literally hid me under a rock my whole childhood and into adulthood.
I'm so upset with myself for letting my dad control my life, but I really have no choice or I'll end up living on the streets. I am on such a short leash, that I don’t know anything about the real world.
Getting lost in my thoughts, I feel the man behind me start rubbing my arms very slowly, up and down, trying to console me. He repeats the motion over and over.
“Now, why don’t you go to the bathroom and freshen up.
” When he says it, I can feel the smirk on his lips, as he nips at my ear lobe, sending a tingling sensation through my body.
“We will take you home after. Your dad is probably worried about you.” My dad, how do they even know my dad?
I try to calm myself down, as I look at both of the men.
“Okay, just give me a second please. I'll be right back.” The one that is at my back stops rubbing my arms, and nods in agreement.
“Good girl. We'll be waiting for you, so just meet us back here.” He points down to where they’re standing.
Stepping to the side, I rush towards the woman's bathroom.
Luckily, on my way to the bathroom, I didn't run into anyone, with how fast I was moving.
I'm definitely a hot mess. Is it hot in here?
Who are these men and what had they said?
They own me? Who says something like that?
What's even scarier, is who gets turned on by those words?
Me, I get turned on by them, and that scares me even more, especially by someone I just met.
But I honestly feel like they are safe, in a way.
Too many questions dance around in my mind that I'm not in the right head space to comprehend it all right now.
These bathrooms are definitely not like a normal bathroom.
These are luxury at its finest, and something I'm not used to.
Each bathroom, yes individualized rooms, have a couch and a vanity with perfumes, makeup, and even some hair products, all lined up with big mirrors and extra lighting.
White and gold is showcased all around me.
It just screams elegance and wealth. I go over and use the toilet.
When I am finished, I walk out and spin around, washing my hands with soap and water.
I carefully dry my hands on a white cotton towel, throw the towel in the bin labeled ‘Linens’, and sit down on the couch.
The heat inside of me is starting to feel a little overwhelming. The feeling of wanting to be touched comes back full force, and I feel as if there is only one way to get rid of it. I need to release some tension before those guys find me again.
Pulling my cotton panties to the side, I start rubbing up and down over my slit.
I find my clit and start to rub circles slowly, starting to think about the guys I just met.
It seems to have woken something inside of me.
Something new and foreign; something more fierce, feral and over all primal.
Letting my instincts take over, I speed up my movements, my breathing becomes erratic.
I begin adding more fingers, hoping to get more friction, and my clit throbs, so I flick it.
I cry out with a yelp, but also a moan, at the same time.
What is wrong with me? I'm fully lost to my instincts with no coherency.
I'm about to come, and I feel my inner walls tightening.
I'm so close, I’m right there! Right as I am reaching my climax, four men knock down the bathroom door, and then they appear in front of me on the couch.
Seeing them towering over me, I come harder than I ever have before.
My arousal goes all over the place, leaking down the black leather lounger.
I am so embarrassed, that I try to cower and sink into myself.
Well, as much as I can anyways. The man from before, with the forest green eyes, comes up to me.
“You have been a very, very bad girl. Did any of us say you were allowed to touch yourself?” He asks in an almost irritated tone.
Trying not to look at anyone, I just stay in the same spot on the couch.
If this isn’t one of the most embarrassing nights of my life, then I don't know what is.
Feeling ashamed and tired, I look up at them.
“I'm sorry. I don't know why I did this.” Why am I apologizing?
Something within me wants to submit to these men.
These same men I don't know, who broke down the door, and walked in on me, invading my privacy.
They should be the ones saying sorry, not me.
Then, a new man I hadn't noticed yet, with lavender eyes and brown curly hair, moves forward towards me. I find myself locked in a trance, practically drooling over him. His lips pull to the side in a smirk. Does this man know how he affects me? I feel a gush of fluid run down my ass, to the floor. Well, that’s even more embarrassing.
Dropping down, he runs his tongue from the couch, to the floor, not leaving a single drop of fluid behind, leaving me speechless.
When he stands up, he looks straight at me.
“Kaylynn, we thought something was wrong.
You were told to freshen up. We need to get you home now.
You're unaccompanied, and it's not safe for you to be out this late at night. We're all very lucky Demetri recognized you and your name.” Why are these men so concerned about me? The frustration of not knowing what’s going on, has me breathing so hard, that I need another release.
This is all just too much for me to handle right now.
I look at all four men, nodding my head.
Hopefully they understand the acknowledgement.
“Finish up. We will step out and wait for you.
We know your father won't be happy, and there is no way he let you out tonight. So, tell us, little Kaylynn, what made you think it was safe to come out all alone?” Great.
Not only do I have an overbearing father, but these assholes think they have some sort of claim to me also.
Wait, wasn't I just thinking how sexy this was?
Finally closing my legs, I start rubbing my thighs together trying to calm my nerves, as I try to plead my case.
“Please, please don't tell him. I just wanted to do something fun for my birthday.” They all nod at each other, with some kind of secret acknowledgment.
The one with forest green eyes, steps forward again, gripping my chin, making me look up into his gaze.
“You're lucky you came here, and didn't go somewhere else. There’s no need to worry about your father. We got you, and we always will.” He says before releasing my chin.
Turning away, they all leave the confined space, and everything starts to close in on me. What was all that about?