LOGINFREYA
Jace carries me to the bed, his cum still leaking from my pussy, and lays me down on the black silk. Then he pulls out — I whimper at the loss — and settles into a leather chair in the corner. His cock is still hard, glistening with my virgin blood and his cum. He wraps his fist around it slowly. “This is Marcus.” He nods to the dark-skinned god now climbing onto the bed, his cock easily ten inches and thick as a beer can. “And Evan.” The blonde kneels beside my head, his cock long and curved, precum dripping onto my cheek. “These are the rules,” Jace says, stroking himself with long, lazy pulls. “You don’t come until I say. You keep your eyes on me. And when you scream — you scream MY name. Understood?” I nod eagerly, “Yes, Jace.” “Good girl,” he looks to his friends. “Take her.” Marcus spreads my thighs with his massive hands, thumbs pulling my pussy lips apart. I feel Jace’s cum drip out of me and Marcus groans. “Fuck, look at this messy little cunt.” He leans down and licks a long stripe from my ass to my clit, gathering Jace’s cum on his tongue and swallowing it. “Tastes like the both of you.” He seals his mouth over my pussy and begin to feasts on me. I cry out as my back arches, and Evan takes the opportunity to slide his cock past my lips. He’s salty and warm and stretches my jaw wide as he pushes deeper, feeding me inch after inch until he hits the back of my throat. “That’s it,” he groans, fisting my hair. “Choke on it.” I gag around him, spit drooling down my chin, but I don’t stop. I look at Jace while I suck his friend’s cock, hollowing my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head. His hand moves faster on his shaft. Marcus shoves three fingers inside me while sucking my clit, and the stretch makes me moan around Evan’s cock. The vibration makes him curse and thrust deeper, fucking my throat while I gag and drool and take it. “She’s ready,” Marcus announces, rising up. His cock bobs in front of him, impossibly thick, the head nearly purple. “Gonna stretch this pussy wide open.” He notches himself at my entrance — already wrecked, still leaking — and pushes in slowly. I scream around Evan’s cock. He’s so much bigger than Jace. I feel every inch forcing its way inside, my walls burning as they stretch to accommodate him. It hurts. It’s too much. It’s perfect. “Eyes on me,” Jace commands. I find him through my tears. He’s stroking faster now, watching his friend’s massive cock split me open. Marcus bottoms out with a groan. “Tightest pussy I’ve ever felt. Even after Jace wrecked it.” He pulls back and slams in. I lose my mind. He fucks me hard and deep, each thrust punching the air from my lungs. Evan matches his rhythm, fucking my throat in tandem. I’m stuffed at both ends, drooling and gagging and moaning, my pussy making obscene wet sounds around Marcus’s cock. “Switch,” Jace orders. They rearrange me like a doll. Evan lies on his back and pulls me on top, his cock sliding into my swollen pussy easily. I sink down with a moan, feeling him fill me differently — hitting new places, stretching me in new ways. Then Marcus is behind me. His cock presses against my ass. “Wait—” I gasp. “I’ve never—” “Relax.” His finger circles my rim, slick with something cold and wet. “Just push out when I push in.” I’m terrified, but still excited. A part of me can’t wait to tell Mia and Jade all about this in the morning. Maybe I’ll leave out the part where my step brother took my virginity…or not. He breaches me slowly. The burn is intense, my virgin ass stretching around the thick head of his cock. I’m sobbing, trembling, but I don’t tell him to stop. Evan holds still beneath me, his cock throbbing in my pussy, while Marcus works himself deeper and deeper. Finally, he bottoms out. I’ve never felt so full in my life. Two cocks inside me, stretching me beyond what I thought possible. I can feel them both, separated by just a thin wall, pulsing together. “Move,” I beg. “Please, move—” And They do. One fills my cunt while the other retreats, then switching. I’m a ragdoll between them, screaming and crying and drooling, my holes fucked open and used. And through it all, I try to keep my eyes on Jace. He’s stroking fast now, his cock red and angry, balls drawn up tight. He’s watching his friends destroy me. Watching me love it. “Gonna come,” Marcus grunts, his thrusts getting erratic. “Where do you want it?” “Her face,” Jace says. “Both of you. On her face.” They pull out at the same time. The emptiness makes me sob. Marcus flips me onto my back on the floor. Both of them kneel over me, fisting their cocks, aimed at my open mouth. “Eyes on me,” Jace growls. I look at him as his friends jerk off inches from my face. Evan comes first — thick ropes of cum painting my cheeks, my lips, my tongue. Marcus follows seconds later, his load even bigger, covering my forehead, dripping into my eyes, filling my mouth until I’m gagging on it. I swallow what I can. Let the rest drip down my face, my neck, pooling in the hollow of my throat. Jace stands over me. His cock is in his hand, stroking furiously. “Open up for me.” I open my mouth and push tongue out. My face is already covered in cum. He comes with a roar, and the biggest load yet floods my mouth, and overflows down my chin, mixing with his friends’ cum until I’m glazed in white. I swallow and swallow and still can’t get it all. He drops to his knees. His thumb swipes through the mess on my cheek and pushes it into my mouth. “Good girl.” I suck his thumb clean, tasting all three of them. Marcus and Evan leave quietly. I barely notice. The door clicks shut. Jace gathers me in his arms, pulls me against his chest. His heart is pounding. So is mine. “Still want to be a good girl?” he murmurs against my hair. I laugh, tasting cum on my lips, feeling it drying on my face, leaking from my ruined holes. “Never again.” He kisses my forehead. And I realize — I have never felt more alive.CARLA She lifts her head, meets my gaze. Her face is wet with tears and flushed with pleasure, her mouth open as David works her with his tongue."Tell me how it feels.""So good, Mistress." Her voice is wrecked. "His tongue — he's never — we've never done it like this—""Like what?""Like he means it. Like he's trying to worship me instead of just get me wet enough to fuck."I glance at David, whose ears have gone red with shame."Is that true, David? Have you been lazy with your wife?"He pulls back just enough to speak. "Yes, Mistress. I'm sorry. I didn't know—""Now you know. Make up for it. Don't stop until I tell you."He dives back in with renewed fervor, and Katherine's eyes roll back before she catches herself and locks her gaze on mine again.I let them continue like that for a long time — David eating his wife like his life depends on it, Katherine watching me while pleasure crashes through her in waves. I bring her to the edge three times, reading her body, telling David
I wake to the gray light of a snow-covered morning and the warmth of two bodies pressed against mine.Katherine is curled into my left side, her face soft with sleep, her breath slow and even against my shoulder. David is on my right, one arm draped possessively across my stomach, his lips parted slightly.They look peaceful. Innocent, almost.I know better.I lie still for a long moment, letting myself feel this — the weight of them, the heat, the quiet intimacy of waking up tangled together. This is what I wanted, I realize. Not just the sex, not just the power, but this. Being at the center of something. Being needed.Being irreplaceable.The old Carla — the one who grew up hearing her mother cry through thin walls, the one who learned to want nothing because wanting only led to disappointment — that Carla would be terrified right now. She'd be waiting for the other shoe to drop, for someone to snatch this away.But I'm not that girl anymore.I'm the one who does the taking now.I
CARLAI sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs, letting them see how wet I am, how much their submission has affected me."David. You've had your mouth on me before. Show your wife what you've learned."He moves forward on his knees, positions himself between my thighs, and looks up at me with reverent eyes."May I, Mistress?""You may."He buries his face between my legs.His tongue finds my clit immediately — he knows exactly what I like by now, the pressure, the rhythm, the way I need him to build it slow before I let myself fall. I grip his hair and pull him closer, grinding against his mouth.Katherine watches, transfixed. Her hands are clenched at her sides, her thighs pressed tightly together."You want to touch yourself," I observe between gasps."Yes, Mistress." Her voice is strained."You can't. But you can come here and watch. Closer. I want you to see exactly what he's doing."She crawls forward until she's inches away, close enough to see his tongue sliding through
CARLAI park my beat-up Honda next to where David's Audi will eventually sit and take a moment to breathe.My hands are shaking.I tell myself it's the cold, but that's a lie. I'm terrified. Excited. Aroused. All of it tangled together in a knot I couldn't untie if I tried.I've been wet since I got David's text this morning confirming they were on their way. Forty-eight hours of anticipation, of imagining what I'm going to do to them, of touching myself and then stopping because I want to be desperate too. I want to feel what they're feeling.I let myself in with the key David mailed me.The interior is all exposed beams and soft leather, a massive stone fireplace dominating the living room, thick rugs scattered across the hardwood floors. The air smells like pine and woodsmoke and money.I walk through the space slowly, trailing my fingers over surfaces, claiming it. The kitchen with its marble countertops. The bathroom with its rain shower big enough for three. The master bedroom w
CARLAMy name is Carla Valentina Reyes.I grew up in a one-bedroom apartment in the Bronx where the walls were so thin I could hear my mother crying after every sixteen-hour nursing shift. I learned to sleep through the sirens, the fights next door, the cockroaches skittering across the kitchen counter in the dark.I learned early that the world doesn't give you anything. You take what you want, or you go without.David Hawthorne was the first thing I ever wanted that I didn't have to steal.I was twenty, first semester of my graduate program, when he kept me after his seminar on the Marquis de Sade. I'd written a paper arguing that Sade's women weren't victims — they were the only ones who understood that power is the only currency that matters. He wanted to discuss my "provocative thesis."I stayed on purpose.I wore the black silk slip dress that cost me two months of diner tips because I knew it made my brown skin glow like something precious. I leaned over his desk to point out a
Three weeks.Three weeks since Ethan sold me like a used car. Three weeks since I walked into Roman's penthouse and let him take everything I thought I was saving for my wedding night. Three weeks of being fucked in every room of his apartment, every surface, every position he can dream up.Three weeks, and I still haven't figured out how to destroy him.The problem is, I'm not sure I want to anymore.The private jet cuts through clouds on the way to Aspen, and I'm curled in one of the leather seats trying to process what my life has become. Roman is across from me, laptop open, looking every inch the billionaire CEO in his charcoal suit and steel-gray tie. You'd never know that twenty minutes ago he had me bent over the bathroom sink in the hangar, his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams while he took me from behind.The plug he slid into me afterward is a constant reminder. Every shift in my seat, every pocket of turbulence, sends a jolt of sensation through me that makes it imp







