CHAPTER EIGHT
– QUINN –
I can feel my heart beating inside my throat when I step into a room with a huge bed. No covers, just a row of pillows against the headboard. Bondage elements are fastened to the antique looking four post canopy bed frame.
The door slides back in place, locking me in the room.
A little thrill runs through me when I notice the row of whips hanging on the wall.
A side table shows a wide choice of sex toys, along with a massive bottle of lube.
The contract I signed with Bri’s name offered a lot of choices to keep everything pleasurable.
Who knows, I might even receive my first man induced orgasm. The thought causes a tiny smile to tug at my lips. My nerves are still jittery and it causes me to rub my tattoo. A personal reminder of loss, and with it the reason to move forward and live.
Here in this room, tonight, is where I start. This is my life, my decision, and I chose to grab this fantasy with both hands. Hitting pause and living in the moment where I will focus on pleasure only. When the night is over all of it will stay in the past while my future will be wide open.
I whirl around when a door on the other side of the bed opens. Three masked men step inside. While my mask is a full faceless spandex mask, theirs are different. The one in the middle has his mouth free, and his eyes are covered. The other two have their mouths covered, but their eyes free.
They are all wearing jeans, riding low on their hips.
Blue jeans is the one in the middle with his mouth free from the mask he’s wearing.
Light blue jeans is on the right, dark jeans on the left.
They are all barefoot, and without a shirt.
I can feel my breath hitch at the differences between these three guys.
They are all athletically built, and I have no way to tell if these guys are Tate, Holden, or Moxen.
One, all, I have no clue. To be honest? I don’t care.
Blue jeans nods and strides forward. Dark jeans turns his head to light blue jeans and they switch sides as they head in my direction. It’s as if they don’t need words to communicate.
My heart skips a beat when dark and light blue jeans each grab one of my wrists and tug me in the direction of the bed. Blue jeans is at the head of the bed and licks his lips when I crawl up the bed when dark jeans lets go of my wrist and rounds the bed.
His fingers wrap around my wrist again, both men are holding me in place when blue jeans grabs my ankle to shove my legs apart. The deep green wrap dress I’m wearing falls open, revealing my thick thighs.
Blue jeans places both hands on my inner thighs and glides them up. His head jerks back and his hands suddenly fall away. He tilts his head in the direction of the ceiling behind me, and I turn to see what he’s looking at.
A gasp rips from me when a hand suddenly kneads my breast. Light blue jeans is kneading my breast through the fabric of my clothes while dark jeans tugs at the strap of my dress, allowing it to fall open.
Dark jeans groans and glides a finger over the green lace of my thong. His finger freezes and then it’s gone.
When I glance at his face I can tell by his eyes that he’s frowning. It’s as if their actions aren’t their own. My pulse races when I feel lips against my calf, slowly trailing up. Both dark and light blue jeans are fondling my breasts.
Desire shoots through my body and I moan when blue jeans’ mouth gets closer to where my thong is clinging to the lips of my pussy. He inhales and groans. His lips are suddenly gone and a muttered curse draws my attention.
Confusion fills me, along with a hint of aggravation because it’s as if someone is placing boundaries whenever they get freaking close to my pussy.
Blue jeans’s gaze goes in the direction of the corner again.
I can feel my eyes widen when he shoves his middle finger in the air right before his hands go to his jeans.
Now I’m sure someone else is calling the shots.
They don’t communicate among one another without words; they are getting instructions from someone who is watching.
Instructions blue jeans are defying when he shoves his jeans down and palms a thick, hard cock.
He has a condom between his teeth. The foil rips and then he rolls on the condom.
My heart skips a beat for a whole different reason now. The reminder of Fiero’s harsh words, “nothing happens at my campus without my order,” fills my mind. Is he the one watching? Giving the other three orders? I jerk my wrists free while my mind is overflowing with so many questions.
Blue jeans places a knee on the bed and shoves my legs apart when he grunts at the others, “Hold her.”
In one move I have my foot pressed against his chest to hold him back.
My voice is only a whisper when I say, “No.”
“What? You don’t want my cock in your cunt? No problem,” the voice I now recognize as Tate states.
Tate snaps his fingers in the direction of dark jeans and they switch places.
Dark jeans unzips and is stroking himself while he grabs a condom with the other hand.
Tate grabs the hair coming out from under my mask, and wraps it around his fist. I’m hoping the wig will hold when dark jeans inches closer.
Again, I hold off this guy as well by placing my foot against his chest.
Tate snickers, “She wants you, dude.”
They are about to switch places when I tilt my head to the ceiling and point at the corner. All three guys snicker.
“Not gonna happen, babe,” Tate grunts and taps my mask-covered face. “You gonna suck my cock like the good girl I know you are, sweetcakes? Let me help you with the mask.”
“No.” This time I’m not voicing the two-letter word.
A man with a bigger stature than Tate and the other two strides to the bed. Dark jeans instantly steps aside. My breath hitches. I can’t see his face because he’s wearing the same mask as me. He’s wearing an expensive looking suit, and the buckle keeping his pants up is one I recognize.
His hand reaches for his belt and he pulls a small knife from it, the way I’ve seen him do a few weeks ago. Fiero. I was right. He was the one watching and giving the orders. I hold my breath when he inches closer until his knees hit the bed.
He snaps his fingers and the air leaves my lungs when the guys to the left and right of me pull me forward. They grab my legs and push my knees go in the direction of my face while they spread me wide open.
Fiero’s fingers go to the fabric of my thong and with a swift move the knife slides through the lace, revealing my waxed pussy to his gaze.
He places the knife back and throws the lace to the ground.
A whimper tumbles from my lips when he roughly shoves his finger deep inside my pussy without warning.
Pulling out, he brings it close to his face and I watch his lungs rise and fall as he inhales deeply. Reaching for his zipper, he takes out his cock. A rush of lust makes my clit pulse when I see the thick red head is pierced.
There’s no time to think when he smacks his hard dick against my bundle of nerves. I moan at the combination of pain and pleasure when he gives me another smack, making the large ring hit my clit.
“Shove those knees up to her fucking ears. I want to see that drenched cunt spread wide, and dripping down the crack of her ass. You want my cock up your ass, don’t you?” His voice is dark.
The thrill of his dirty words prevents me from forming any kind of reply.
I curl my fingers into the sheets underneath me.
A loud moan flows through the room when I feel the ring of his cock touch my ass.
A hand suddenly harshly grips my jaw and I can feel my eyes widen again when Fiero is pointing his tiny blade right at my face.
“Open your mouth,” he rumbles.
His thumb is pressing against the fabric of my mask. My blood pressure spikes when the knife pierces the space between my lips, making a hole in my mask. Nothing about this night is something I was expecting. Especially the turn of events since Fiero stepped into the room.
The thrill of danger licking my veins is a high I didn’t know I craved. I stick my tongue through the hole of the fabric and lick Fiero’s knife. He mutters a curse and pulls back to place his knife back into his buckle.
Another thrill flows through me, knowing I surprised him by my action just now. If I’m doing this one time, I might as well go all in and see where it leads me. Because every action of this man leaves a pleasurable craving that heats my body bone deep.