"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine too. ~ One invitation to an open house. One moment. One chance. And everything changed. When Emily got an invitation to the most exclusive BDSM club in the city, she knew she needed to go. Pain and pleasure, bondage, domination, and submission- all intertwined. It was all she'd ever wanted. Desire's Den was the most exclusive club in New York, filled with sinful sex, erotic bondage, and the most delicious pain Emma had ever known. Everything she'd ever desired was now almost in her grasp, but there was one problem-the men. Chris, the owner of Desire's Den, could make even the most innocent woman dripping wet with lust. His voice was soft as silk and as wicked as the dirtiest fantasy you'd ever had. Mat, the sweet-tongued professor, was every women's dream: a gentleman in public and filthy in private. Gideon, the trio's resident bad boy. Owner of one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. Behind his calm, stone façade was a violent storm ready to conquer the object of his obsession. Emily was looking for one dominant and instead found three masters. A realm of forbidden pleasures beckoned, a place where boundaries blurred and desires ran wild.
View MoreGideon drove us to Chris's place, which I guessed was where we would be tonight. It would've made more sense if we were at Gideon's, seeing as he had the most space. Though, Chris's place wasn't small by any means.I was jittery throughout the entire car ride, my mind running crazy with thoughts of how this night could go. Three men and little ol' me. Three big, strong dominants and one single submissive. It was bound to be a night I wouldn't forget any time soon.He parked in Chris's garage and had a keycard for the elevators. We stayed silent on the ride up; the only sounds were the elevator and my rapidly beating heart.The doors opened to a lit entry, and Gideon directed me down the hall, through the living room, and to the kitchen. Both Chris and Mat sat at the kitchen table, the food on their plates completely untouched. At the sound of our footsteps, they turned towards us, and their eyes drank me in like I was something they hadn't seen in a lifetime. The attention made me blu
The rest of the day before I had to get to work was hazy. We'd had another hot and heavy round while he fucked his fingers in my ass, stretching me for another butt plug. Chris had apparently decided I should wear one to work. I was both scared and thrilled about the prospect of wearing it around oblivious people.This butt plug was slightly bigger than the first one, but not by much. I knew what Chris wanted, and I couldn't help but wonder if he planned for it to happen tonight when I would be with the entire group.Before Gideon drove me to work, I took advantage of his heavenly shower. My work clothes had been washed and dried for me. I had no idea who had done it, but I was grateful because I hadn't even thought about getting them clean. I'd wanted to arrive at Euphoria before anyone else, so they wouldn't see us together, but Gideon had other plans. We got there a few minutes later than when I should've been at work, though I wasn't technically late for my shift.He went straigh
Gideon left me in my position on the floor. I heard a sound like he was taking something off the wall—which was probably what he was doing, seeing as many of the paddles, along with whips of different kinds, hung on the wall."You can look now," he said, and I didn't hesitate as my eyes zeroed in on the leather object in his hand. I knew he'd given the order to torment me even further, so I could look at the paddle he'd picked out. I'd read something about the wider the paddle was, the less it hurt. This one wasn't one of the wider ones. It also had small holes in it, something that would help him hit harder.I suppressed a whimper, almost regretting my choice. I wasn't, though; I knew I could handle it. There was something about the kind of pain the guys offered me that I craved.Chris had called me a pain slut, and I couldn't say it didn't fit me. Though, I definitely wasn't into any type of pain that could give me permanent damage—that was a step too far for me."Get on the bench,"
"So... are we going to talk about the whole me working for you thing?" I asked as I finished up the delicious food he'd made for us. I'd be spoiled in no time if they continued feeding me food like this. Spoiled and fat because, let's face it, I lacked any strength of will to stop eating when it was something this good. Nope, I didn't stop until I was completely full and couldn't handle one bite more."What about it?" He'd already cleaned his plate, though to be fair, I was a slow eater, always had been."Will that be a problem? Are there any rules against it?" As long as he didn't fire me, I would be fine. The paychecks I got from working two weekends each month helped me immensely. I only got minimum wage at the café but earned almost triple as much at the club."We're good. But I meant it about the pants," Gideon said, and I didn't doubt him—especially after the punishment I'd gotten for testing his order. A part of me really thought I'd get fewer tips while wearing pants, but mostl
So... not Kevin, but my mom. Gideon had been talking to my mom. I was too shocked to grab the phone he offered me as I stared blankly at him.When he waved the hand holding the phone, I snapped out of it. I accepted the phone and answered, but not before I gave Gideon a look that told him just how pissed I was. He only smirked that wicked half-smile again."Mom?" I said hesitantly, knowing there would be lots of questions from her, and honestly, I really didn't know how I would answer them."Honey, why haven't you told me you've gotten a boyfriend?" Mom's voice was just as warm as always, though there was a certain curiosity in it now."Boyfriend?" I squeaked, sending Gideon a look of confusion, but he made no moves to answer."Yes, he introduced himself to me. Is that why I haven't heard from you in a while?" She sounded fucking thrilled as if grandbabies would start popping out of my vagina at a moment's notice. Mom wouldn't care that I was only twenty-two and hadn't yet finished col
My heart ached as I felt Gideon get out of the bed. The warmth he'd provided vanished with him, leaving me alone in the cold.My body had been too attuned to him—too desperate for him—to not notice when he went away. I'd hoped he would come back; I was waiting for him to, but he didn't. Instead, I was left with a feeling of emptiness and a heart that hurt.What we'd just shared, the moment between us filled with pleasure and pain, had been special. I knew it had been. I'd loved the way he'd manhandled me, but also the way he had withheld my orgasm. My clit still ached from the withheld orgasm, and my pussy hurt from the serious stretch and forceful thrusts.Gideon had really gone on and done it—he had ruined me. And now he was gone as well, making me feel like little more than a fuck toy for him to use.What had I done wrong?It had taken time before the exhaustion finally took me under again, and I fell into a dreamless sleep. I was grateful to escape my thoughts that tormented me aft
My playroom might be considered abnormal to some, in the way that it was light instead of dark. Both the walls and floors were white—my favorite color-and all the furniture and equipment were black. My room was a little bigger than Chris's room at home, but not by much.Emily looked around the room like it hinted at what kind of person I was. I had more furniture than both the guys. Many of them were intended for pain of the pleasurable kind—at least, pleasurable for those into it. Those who weren't, well...then it would probably be considered torture.She shivered as she took it all in, reacting to the dark and twisted items in the room. I had an inversion table, gynecological chair, sex swing, rack, sawhorse, spanking horse, pillory...I had practically everything. The walls held different gears, and I had a massive chest of drawers for both toys and other equipment.The room's whiteness brought more attention to the black furniture and made them seem all the more frightening."Strip
The drive back to my place was shorter than I remembered; thoughts of what I was going to do with the dark-blonde beauty next to me kept me busy. Emily had winched again as she sat down in the car seat, and my dick twitched at the sight.We didn't talk. I hated to have unnecessary conversations. If I had anything important to say, then I would say it, but only then.Action spoke louder than words anyway.The thing was, being in Emily's presence made me want to ask her stupid questions about her life. I wanted to get to know her. I wanted to get her to talk just so I could hear her calming voice. All the other women I'd met had this annoying screeching quality to theirs, but my little submissive didn't.For once, I craved the sound of a woman's voice, and I hated it as much as I hated every other weakness Emily brought out of me. I think a part of me hated her, too, just because of the effect she had on me.By the gate to my property, I pushed on the remote control to open them. The bar
It was like Emily could sense me the second I stepped into eyesight. She stiffened as she swept the bar top with a cloth. It seemed like she would ignore me, but then she turned around and found me as if she had known exactly where I'd been standing.I noted the short shorts she was still wearing, and my hands itched to make her pay for not following my orders. She needed to learn not to defy me. I wouldn't stand for it. If I had to, I would change the entire work outfit for everyone here, just so I knew the men—and women—wouldn't get to see something that was only for my friends' and mine's eyes.For now, I would let her continue her work, just for now. That round ass of hers would be mine soon enough."Emily!" a voice yelled, and she turned towards where the shout had come from. I found out it was Mark's the second he walked up to her. My eyes narrowed as I saw the way he looked at her; his expression filled with want.He said something to her that had her shaking her head, and for
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