MasukChapter 7My breath is still coming in ragged, shallow pants, each one a small victory against the tremors that want to rack my body. The heavy strap-on lies on the floor while Alex is a heap of muscle on the floor laying next to it. his wrists are bound pulling against the iron ring and his back is filled with red handprints and sweat. I can smell him…our sweat, the sharp tang of his release and the sterile scent of the lube. Mira’s voice cuts through the haze, bringing me back. “very mean fucker” She doesn’t move from her post by the door she just steps forward, her heels clicking softly on the polished concrete floor. She stops beside me, her gaze sweeping over my naked body, taking in the marks Alex left and the ones I just gave him. There’s no judgment, only a cool, analytical look, like a scientist observing a successful experiment.“Rest,” she says, her tone leaving no room for argument. She gestures toward a plush velvet chaise lounge I hadn’t noticed before, tucked into a
Chapter 6He hesitates for only a second before his mouth drops open. I shove the thick head past his teeth, not stopping until I feel the back of his throat. He gags as his whole body convulses, making a choked sound that escapes around the silicone dick. I hold him with my hand fisted in his hair, my hips pressed against his face. I can feel his throat working, trying to accommodate the impossible size. Tears spring to his eyes, tracing clean paths down his cheeks."Take it," I growl, pulling back just enough to let him gasp for air before I slam back in. I set a brutal rhythm, fucking his mouth with no mercy, using his mouth like the cheap hole it is right now. Drool and his own desperate leaking pre-cum drips down his chin and onto his chest. The sounds are filthy, wet, choking sounds that make my own pussy throb in sympathy.After what feels like an eternity, I pull out completely watching as a thick string of saliva connects his swollen, red lips to the tip of the black cock.
Chapter 5The silk beneath me is cool against my overheated skin, It’s a stark contrast to the sticky heat coating my thighs and stomach. Alex’s hands are gentle on my shoulders, his thumbs tracing the lines of muscle that are screaming in protest. His touch is soft on my body. I can smell his clean, familiar scent over the musk of sex and expensive candles that fills the air, The smell clings to my hair, to my skin. I tilt my head back, my neck arching, and meet his gaze. His eyes are dark and endless."Are you okay?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through my bones.A laugh claws its way out of my throat, raw and hoarse. "I've never been better," I manage to say, the words feeling true even as my body trembles with a deep, bone-weary ache.Mira, watches us. Her legs are crossed, one stiletto-heeled foot tapping against the plush rug. She doesn't smile. "Good," she says, her voice smooth. "Because the sun will be up soon. And the real fun begins at dawn."She rises fr
Chapter 4I scream around Alex's dick but the sound is muffled by his relentless mouth-fucking. He creates a rhythm, pounding into me from both ends, using my body like a toy."Look at her," one of the women says, her fingers busy between her legs. "Such a greedy little hole, taking all that cock."Another man approaches, his dick in his hand. "Her mouth's occupied, but her tits look lonely."He straddles my chest, his heavy balls resting on my sternum as he slides his cock between my breasts, squeezing them together around his shaft. Three cocks now, all using me, all claiming different parts of my body.Mira crouches in front of me, her face inches from mine. "You like this, don't you? Being used, being filled. Being nothing but holes for their pleasure."I can't answer, I can only moan as the sensations overwhelm me. Alex pulls out of my mouth, letting me gasp for air before slapping his cock across my face."Tell me you're a dirty slut," he demands."I'm a dirty slut," I choke out
Chapter 3The city lights shine across the windshield as Alex drives, his hand is still wrapped around mine and dress is torn, my pussy is still throbbing with the memory of his rough possession, my ass still stinging from his spanks. The black card is still with me too."Pull over," I say, my voice raw.Alex glances at me, his jaw tight. "What?""Just pull the fuck over."He guides the car to the curb, killing the engine. The street is quiet, filled with industrial buildings looming around us. Before I can explain, headlights cut through the darkness behind us and a sleek black sedan glides to a halt, so close our bumpers nearly touch.The driver's door opens and a woman unfolds herself from the car, Mira. She's wearing a blood-red dress that clings to every curve, her heels clicking on the asphalt as she approaches. Her hair is slicked back and her lips painted the same color as her dress."Getting an early start?" she asks. "Or you guys want a little bit more?"My pulse hammers in
Chapter 2I trace the edge of the black card with my fingertip, the sharp corner pressing into my skin.The streetlight outside paints a stripe across the countertop, illuminating the embossed letters: "Come once. Leave different." Alex's hand covers mine, warm and steady."Let's go," I say, the words coming out clearer than I expected.Alex doesn't pull away. "Are you sure?"I meet their eyes in the dim light. "Nothing about us is sure anymore, is it?"Twenty minutes later, we're in Alex's car with the invite in my pocket. The address leads us to a nondescript building in the industrial district, no sign, just a single black door. A woman in a tailored suit checks our IDs and has us sign consent forms. It’s detailed, specific, covering every possible scenario. She explains the rules: verbal consent required for everything, safe words are absolute, no photography ever.The club inside surprises me. I expected chaos, but it's controlled. Low purple lighting, plush velvet couches and t







