Chapter 37
SABLE
“What would you like?” Parker asks from his place on his knees in front of me.
He’s so tall that we’re almost face-to-face.
My eyes can’t help but dip to the bruises and cuts.
They’re layered, many different colors, and in all stages of healing.
What really stands out to me is how very hard he must have struck himself to cause them.
Am I positively insane because it makes me feel loved?
Despite that insane need inside me, I’ll do anything I can to prevent this from continuing.
Between Soren and Parker, I’m starting to wonder if these boys are even smart enough to survive without me.
Maybe I’ll wind up their manager instead of their girlfriend.
My panties and bra are still on. The four men surrounding me have their eyes pinned on me like I’m the goddess of sex herself.
The bruises and cuts don’t seem to deter them, and there’s something remarkably powerful in being revered sexually rather than used as a sexual object.
Though in all fairness, I like a bit of both.
“Stroke your cock,” I say, suddenly sure of exactly what he needs. He looks up at me from his knees, not seeming to understand what I want from him. “I said, stroke your cock.”
He bends his eyebrow into a wordless question, a flash of guilt in his dark eyes, but he finally listens, hand sliding into his pants to pull out a truly impressive cock.
To my surprise and pleasure, he’s already hard.
Of course he is. Parker never disappoints me.
The guys all stand around watching, and I smile a little with the switch in our relationship.
I’m used to being the center of attention, the one being made a spectacle of, so having the power in this situation is so thrilling it nearly makes me dizzy.
His hand wraps around it and jerks once or twice. There’s no passion there, and I tsk at his pitiful attempt. “Parker, do you want to make things up to me?”
“Yes,” he replies with hard eyes.
“How many times did I get set up for humiliation because you brought me here without my consent? It’s your turn. Now rub it like you’re a good boy who’s going to come on the floor in front of your friends.”
His cheeks turn red, but he finally obeys me in earnest, understanding why I’m asking him to do it.
Beating himself up won’t do anything for me.
But beating himself off? Yes, that’s more like it.
His stroke changes nature. They are now harder and full of purpose, in a way that will eventually make him come for me.
His jaw hardens as if he’s really serious about the task, and I have to bite my lips not to smile.
I’m glad he thinks it’s a punishment because that’s what’s giving him all of his enthusiasm for his task.
I walk around him, trailing my fingers over his warm skin like I’m trying to turn him on, but really, it’s my own exam.
He moans beneath my touch, and I watch in fascination as his hand rolls over his cock.
He really is the prettiest stalker I’ve ever had.
His muscles tense and bunch as he works himself.
The other guys’ judgment, and maybe even jealousy, hang in the air.
Are they feeling like they want me to take charge of them as well?
I can master them at their own game. I’m a fast learner, and my pussy is so very fucking wet at the thought.
I didn’t know I was power hungry or even dominant in the slightest, but I think everything that’s happened over these last months has changed me.
There’s no explaining why this thrill of power reminds me of the moment I overcame my uncle and pushed him flat against the bed.
That context could not be more different, but suddenly, I understand the primal need to control.
His hand works over himself as I continue to touch, and he keeps kneeling. My fingers find each nipple and give them a playful pinch to remind him who he belongs to right now. People come and go, and not all relationships last forever, but right now, he’s mine.
“Sable, please?” he whines.
“What is it, baby?” I toss their endearment back at him. “Are you getting close?”
He nods.
“You better not lose your load all over this floor while your friends watch you,” I taunt him as I relish the wave of pleasure rolling over him. I squeeze his nipple and give it another little twist, earning myself the sweetest keen of male pleasure.
“Yeah, Park, keep it in your balls,” Orion whoops.
I turn to him, cutting a murderous glare.
Satisfaction fills me as a lump in his throat bobs with his swallow.
All of them would be wise not to cross me right now.
Maybe I’ll become fair with my power in time, but right now I’m just hungry to wield it.
Maybe I want to make an example of my dirty Orion.
“Fuck, Sable,” Parker whines, and I watch in open-mouth fascination as a bead of cum swells on the head of his cock and rolls over the tip, glossing him like he’s a delicious treat.
“I would suck that cum out of you, baby, but then what would you be paying for?”
“Nothing.”
“Mmm,” I agree, pressing my lips to his neck so I can appreciate the quickening of his pulse as he keeps at it.
“If I jerk off, will you touch me?” Orion asks.
“If you’re quiet, I might,” I snap back.
Something shifts as I finally understand I’m not some girl waiting to be picked.
I crave the power I have over these guys.
I’m wet when I realize how much they want me.
I should have known there was nothing vanilla about me when fucking five guys at once was the best moment of my life.
I grip Parker’s hair and turn his head up so he has to face me.
His eyes find mine, and I see all the lust there, everything for me and only me.
The devotion in his gaze makes me shiver, and all I want is to test the limits of my control over him.
I crack a smile when I decide to play one of their own games against him.
Still holding Parker’s hair, I flash a look at Lex and Orion both as I say, “I’m going to count, and on three, you’re going to come. ”
“Fuck.” He shudders, and the two watching exchange a guilty look with one another, knowing exactly who gave me the idea.
My mind goes back to that first day with them and how incredibly wet they made me.
That was the start. If anyone is to blame for my sexual deviances, it’s these guys.
They showed me how much I craved this. That was my very first time with two guys, and I was terrified when they came through that glowing door, yet I still came on command.
Now, it’s Parker’s turn. I crouch down in front of him, spreading my knees so that he can see my entire spread pussy. He stares as if he can fuck me with his eyes. They flash in a pattern: pussy, face, tits, pussy. He can’t decide where he wants to look.
“One,” I say as I trail a finger across the head of his cock. His whole body writhes as if he’s never needed anything more than my touch.
“Oh God,” he answers.
“No, baby,” I correct him. “Sable. Say it.”
“Sable,” he repeats.
“Two.” This time, my hand moves over his balls, and he nearly whines at the stimulation.
“I need you,” he says, sounding like the admission is ripped from his soul.
“I need you too,” I answer, placing a hand on his cheek and locking eyes with him so he can see just how deeply I mean it. “Now come for me,” I say. “Three.”
Surprise covers his features, and I realize at that moment he didn’t think he was there yet, didn’t think he’d be able to obey me.
He has no choice, though. My stalker, the one responsible for bringing me to Bellthorn in the first place, is actually a good boy who wants to come when he’s told.
He roars as his cock jerks, painting seven long stripes of cum across the floor.
The guys all stare with a mix of shocked expressions.
Why is everyone so surprised? Each one of them belongs to me.
Of course they do what I ask. I kneel in front of him, ignoring the cum all over the floor, and I pat his cheek.
“Now, I’m going to make you do that for every single bruise you gave yourself.
I’m going to count them, and you’re going to owe me. ”
He looks up at me with his eyes lightly watering. “Does that mean you forgive me?”
“For bringing me here? Yes.”
“Not just that,” he says, heaviness coating him. “For letting you leave, for not being the one to find you. I’ve always been able to find you.”
“I forgive you for all of that,” I say. His eyes drop closed, and he treasures my words.
“Thank you,” he says, sighing in relief, but I shake my head, not wanting him to get too far ahead of himself.
“You say you’re mine—”
“I am!”
I arch an eyebrow. “Yet you damaged something that belongs to me? That’s why you need forgiveness.”
He drops his head down to his bruised chest, and I place my hand over his head. “You’re going to work hard on making it up to me.”
He lifts his eyes to mine. “I will.”
My mouth hovers over his, and I look deep into his dark eyes. “I know, that wasn’t a question.”
My lips brush against his, and he’s hungry for me. A relieved groan escapes him, and I swallow it whole. My tongue touches his bottom lip, and he opens up for me. I kiss the hell out of him until we are breathless.
“Fuck, who gets to go next?” Orion asks, interrupting the moment.
I raise my head from Parker, my eyes going from Orion to Lex and landing finally on quiet Hadrian. I can’t stop the smirk on my lips. “I have other ideas for the rest of you.”