Chapter 4

“I normally prefer actual rope,” Tripp said as he tightened a strap around Willow’s right wrist, “but we’ll get to that in a bit. In the meantime, this will do nicely.”

“I think it’s important to establish clear consent here,” Atticus said as Tripp finished securing Willow to the X-cross. “Especially since Willow is new to this.”

“Thanks, ‘Daddy,’” Willow said, exaggerating the honorific and enjoying seeing Atticus shiver again.

“I’m serious,” Atticus said. “Do you consent to any and all of us doing whatever comes to mind? Keeping in mind that Malachi is not--no matter how much he might try to charm you--allowed to actually fuck you.”

Willow looked at Malachi, who smirked at her. Damn him, that smirk made her want to see what the fuss surrounding him was all about.

“Yes,” Willow said. “I consent to all of that. I assume I’ll be able to veto something that I find uncomfortable?”

“That’s what safe words are for,” Cash said. “Are you good with the traffic light system? Red means stop, yellow is slow down, and green means you’re good to go?”

Willow nodded. “Yes, Ma’am,” she said. “So, uh... green?”

“Green it is,” said Malachi, nudging Tripp out of the way, so he was in front of Willow. “I can’t fuck you, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun.”

“Oh, yeah?” Willow said sarcastically, trying to play up the “brat vibe” they seemed to think she had. “Tripp likes brats and ropes, Atticus is the caring Daddy figure, and Hart wants to chase things. What’s your deal?”

Malachi smirked. “My deal? My ‘deal’ is dominion over you and everything you hold dear.”

Willow giggled. “Are you for real?”

“I assure you I am,” he replied. “My ‘deal’ also involves a fair amount of... pain.”

With that, Malachi pinched both of Willow’s nipples, making her squeal. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she opened her mouth to say “red” but stopped just short of doing so. Malachi eyed her lips with great interest as if willing her to use the safe word, and it wasn’t just “brat vibes” that made her want to defy him. She could feel charm and something more (intimidation? compulsion?) oozing off of him and knew that if she couldn’t stand up to this painful but relatively minor challenge, she’d never be able to resist him in a more serious situation.

So she just smiled through the pain and said, “Is that all you got?” Malachi smiled back and said, “No, it most certainly is not.”

He pushed back on the X-cross, and her head moved away from him.

He reached down and grabbed the cross near her ankles, and pulled up so that she was fully reclined. He spun the cross around, so her head was near his crotch. He unzipped his pants.

“I’m abiding by the rules my friends have set forth for this event,” Malachi said, “so I can’t fuck you. But I will have your mouth.”

Willow looked nervously--instinctually?--at Atticus, who sighed but nodded. When she looked back at Malachi, he had his cock out. She blinked. It was beautiful in the way some cocks just are, and huge--long and thick and veiny. Willow didn’t know if it was truly magical like Cash had said, but if Malachi could wield that fearsome weapon like Willow thought he probably could, she could see lots of women mistakenly thinking he was supernatural.

“Since you won’t be able to speak, pat my leg three times if you need to stop,” Malachi said, unfastening the strap that held her left wrist to the X- cross.

“So thoughtful of you,” Willow said, opening her mouth.

“I am nothing if not thoughtful,” Malachi said and shoved his cock into her mouth.

Malachi’s balls slapped against Willow’s nose as he rammed his shaft into her, the wide head of his cock immediately breaching her throat. She reached out with her free hand and grabbed his pants leg so she could easily tap out if need be, and she thought that might quickly be necessary. Malachi was merciless, brutal, pounding away at her face harder than most men would at her pussy. He mauled her breasts as he worked, occasionally pinching her nipples in a way that made his earlier abuse there seem like a gentle massage. She gagged against his cock each time he thrust toward her, her head reflexively pulling away as much as it could. She had trouble breathing and knew there was no way she could keep this up any longer.

She took her hand off of his pants leg, ready to slap at him three times, when he started coming.

The first blast went into her throat, burning it as if she’d taken a drink of steaming hot coffee, and she felt like she might drown. Thankfully, Malachi pulled out as he continued ejaculating, spraying her face and hair with the rest of his not-inconsiderable cum. The parts of her face not covered by the bunny mask felt like they were on fire as he stroked himself, lashing her with rope after rope of his hot, sticky mess. If it wasn’t so uncomfortable, she might have found it amusing and asked if he’d seen a doctor since she was pretty sure cum wasn’t supposed to be so warm.

She couldn’t imagine the feeling of Malachi unloading into her pussy, but the mere thought of that somehow made her want to imagine it.

Want to feel it.

She shook her head, as much to shake away the thought of fucking Malachi as to get some of his cum away from her eyes. She kept them closed even as the cum began cooling, afraid to feel that burning there.

She heard the sound of Malachi zipping up his pants. A moment later, she felt someone gently wiping the cum from her face with a cloth. She knew who it was even before opening her eyes, and when she did open them, she saw that she was right.

“Thanks, Daddy,” she said and laughed when Atticus smiled down at her. He swiveled the X-cross until she was turned upright again. Tripp moved to secure her left wrist again.

“So, who’s next?” Tripp asked, sounding anxious. He was obviously eager for a turn, and Willow wasn’t sure why he wasn’t first in line. Other than the fact that Malachi had to be the center of attention, of course, but now that he was done...

“I’ll go,” Cash said. “I’m afraid there’s not much of a way for me to teach you about my particular style of domination, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun.”