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Chapter Four ; A Night Of Four

Aria's Pov

“Arrrrrghhhhhhh!!!!!"

I screamed, again his tongue tricks felt magical, I was already cumming in no time.

I took a deep breath and rolled my eyes. None of my previous clients have ever given this type of satisfaction before, so suddenly I started feeling thankful that I got this deal.

Immediately I cummed, the calm one paved the way and the possessive one watched me leak from his seat. I wouldn't call him a pervert but it seemed like they had some sort of deal, he was going to be the first to penetrate.

I was right, he suddenly stood up from his seat and walked to me. He pulled me by the hair and dragged me up.

“Undress me"

I nodded without questioning. I was already dying in pleasure, I just wanted them to penetrate and relieve me but instead they stood and watched me undress this man. I hated him already, this was a punishment.

I was done and all I wanted was to be devoured. I could take two dicks at once, but somehow I felt like I could take three or probably three of them at once.

I gently stroked his dick while the calm one fingered me from under, I moaned louder and sucked his dick louder, this sensation was already driving me crazy but none of them were ready to fuck me.

Instead they beat their meat at my face, squeezed my boobs and watched me squirt.

After about fifteen minutes of torture, he finally inserted his dick into me, I screamed because how big it was, it didn't realize it at first but the penetration hit different.

He was riding on me and kept beating me. I was almost at my limit, but to him it felt like he was just starting. None of the men there kissed me and moved close to my face, that was the rule so that we wouldn't expose each other's faces.

Finally he was done and he got up and went into the bathroom, only then did the real game start, the calm one was the second to penetrate and the Flirty one inserted his dick into my anal core.

The observant one was here for sex but for an oral job. His dick was in my mouth as those two men kept riding and slapping my butt, leaving red marks all over my body.

My body was overstimulated, shaking from every angle, my senses overloaded in ways I never imagined. I could barely think anymore, only react. My hands clawed at the sheets while my mouth worked automatically, my jaw aching but refusing to stop. Every sound I made seemed to encourage them more. They didn’t rush.

That was the worst part. They took their time, switching pace, slowing down just enough to make me desperate before pushing me right back to the edge again.

I felt used in the way they intended, like my body was no longer mine to command.

The calm one whispered close to my ear, telling me to hold still, to take it, to breathe. His voice alone made my legs tremble harder. The flirty one laughed softly, clearly enjoying how wrecked I already was, while the observant one never stopped watching my face, my reactions, memorizing everything.

I was fully aware that this was only the beginning. That none of them were finished. That this night would stretch longer than I had prepared for. My body had crossed a point of no return, and whatever control I thought I had walked in with was already gone.

And somehow, even knowing that, I didn’t want it to stop.

I didn’t know how long I would stay like that.

Time stopped being something I could track. The room felt quieter, not because they’d left, but because my body had finally reached its limit. Every muscle felt heavy. Used. Too aware of itself.

Someone adjusted the sheets beneath me.

I flinched without meaning to.

“Easy,” the calm one said.

His voice didn’t sound rushed. It didn’t sound satisfying either. It sounded controlled, like this was exactly how he expected things to go.

I forced myself to breathe evenly. In through my nose. Out through my mouth. My limbs didn’t respond the way I wanted them to. They lagged, like they were still catching up.

The flirty one laughed softly somewhere to my left. “She’s still here. Just need a second.”

The observant one didn’t speak. I could feel his attention on me anyway. He hadn’t stopped watching. Even now.

The possessive one came back into the room. I heard the door close. His presence settled over the space immediately, heavier than before. He didn’t come close. He didn’t need to.

“You’re shaking,” he said.

I nodded once. Talking felt unnecessary.

“Water,” the calm one said.

A glass touched my lips. I drank because my body recognized the need even if my head hadn’t caught up. The liquid spilled slightly at the corner of my mouth. Someone wiped it away with their thumb. I didn’t look up to see who.

“That’s enough for now,” the calm one said.

Not an ending. A pause.

The flirty one sounded almost disappointed. “Already?”

“For her,” he replied. “Yes.”

That word mattered. For her. Not for them.

They didn’t argue.

That told me something important.

I was helped upright slowly. Not carried. Not dragged. Guided. My feet touched the floor, and my knees almost buckled before I steadied myself against the bed.

The observant one moved closer then, just enough that I could see him clearly through the mask. His head tilted slightly, like he was comparing this version of me to the one who walked in earlier.

“You didn’t break,” he said.

I didn’t answer.

“You came close,” he continued. “But you didn’t break.”

I swallowed. My throat felt raw.

“That matters,” he added.

The possessive one crossed the room and stopped in front of me. He lifted my chin with two fingers, forcing me to look at him.

“You’ll remember tonight,” he said. “Not because of what we did.”

I held his gaze.

“But because of what you learned.”

He let go and stepped back.

The calm one handed me my clothes. Folded. Neat. Like this was still a transaction with rules.

“Take your time,” he said. “No one’s rushing you.”

I dressed slowly. My hands shook, but they worked. Every movement reminded me of how far past my limits I’d gone and how I’d stayed anyway.

When I walked out, I knew one of them wasn’t done.

I just didn’t know which one yet.