9
“Holy shit.” The three men turn as one to watch me enter room twenty-four.
I got changed downstairs since no way could I have worn this outside. Even with my coat on.
I leave my street clothes near the door, then straighten up for them to get a better look at me. “You like it?” I whisper, turning in a slow circle.
“Cassandra knows her shit.” Arden nods slowly, staring at me. “You look incredible.” My body flushes from the praise. I get the feeling he doesn’t give it out freely.
Dash is bolder than his friends, stepping up to me, running his hands over the corset—then over my ass. “I have some catching up to do,” he growls, miles away from the kind, thoughtful guy I had lunch with yesterday. I can’t pretend it doesn’t excite me—already I’m getting wet, wanting to melt against him and let him have his way with me.
Arden steps up behind me, lifting the skirt to fondle my ass while Dash nuzzles my neck. “Did she give you anything else?”
“I brought them with me.” Before he can ask, I add, “I didn’t open them.” If only because I was afraid it would look like I had, and I might get punished for it. Granted, the punishment’s usually pretty fun, but still. I didn’t want to ruin anything.
“Good girl.” He gives both cheeks a squeeze before crossing the room, opening my bag and withdrawing the pair of boxes. “I told her I wanted these, too. Just for you.”
Ranger takes his place behind me, running his hands under the skirt, to stroke my pussy while Dash dips his hands into the corset’s cups to play with my nipples. It’s so good, I wish they’d never stop.
“Let’s get her on the table,” Ranger murmurs, and Dash backs away so I can assume the same position I did last time. There’s something powerful about holding their attention this way. They watch my every move, their eyes glued to my boobs, my ass, one of them sighing as I crawl across the table before rolling onto my back.
Ranger fastens my ankles, clad in the leather boots. He runs his hands over the leather next, groaning. “So fucking hot.”
Dash tests the straps on my other thigh. “I fucking love these.”
“They’ll come in handy tonight.” When I cast a confused glance toward Arden, he grins. “Spread those legs.” He hands one box to Dash, the other to Ranger, and they open them at the same time.
“What is that?” I ask, torn between curiosity and concern when I see what can only be a dildo coming out of Ranger’s package. He presses the base, and it vibrates loudly, even twirling a little bit.
Dash, meanwhile, has what I recognize as a magic wand. He turns it on and grins. “She even made sure the batteries were fresh.”
“Like I said. She knows her shit.” Arden steps up behind me, running his hands over my shoulders to my chest, beneath the corset. “Set her up.”
“What?” It’s all I manage to ask before Dash wedges the wand against my clit. My hips shoot up from the table, and the three men laugh. The vibrations are so deep, rolling through the entire lower half of me.
“That’s not all.” Arden leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he holds my head in place so I can’t watch what’s happening. Ranger inserts the dildo, filling me with it—then he turns it on, and again, my hips buck.
“Oh my god!” I shout, breathless as I’m swept up in what the toys are doing to me. On their own, it would be bad enough, but together? My body goes from zero to blastoff in the blink of an eye, and all of a sudden, I’m on the verge of an orgasm.
“Let’s see what your body can do.” Arden looks up from me, nodding to the guys. They start fumbling with the straps on my legs, and now I understand what they’re for, what this is all about. They’re holding the toys in place using the straps around my thighs. They’re not going to let up on me.
“How’s that feel?” Dash runs a hand over my inner thigh, dragging his short nails over my skin. I’m past the point of being able to speak—all I can do is moan, and I do, turning my head from side to side, losing all control.
“How many times can the little slut come for us?” The three of them start to undress, occasionally stopping to rub the growing bulges in their shorts. They stand at the foot of the table, staring at my pussy and what they’re doing to me with the toys.
“I’m—I can’t—I’m going to—” And then I shriek, my back arching as the first climax crashes into me, shattering me. I bite down on my lip to hold back another shriek, riding it out, rolling my hips in a desperate attempt to dislodge one or both toys now that I’ve come.
All they do is laugh at me. “That’s not going to work.” Arden joins me again, standing at my left.
I look up at him, pleading. “Oh, god, please…”
“Please, what?”
My answer is a high-pitched cry because, dear God, I think I’m going to come again, or else I didn’t stop yet after the first time. I don’t know. I only know I don’t think I can take much more.
He lowers his shorts, freeing his cock, and I wrap my hand around it without being told. “That’s a good slut,” he mutters, thrusting into my fist. “Stroke it, baby. Stroke it while you come again.”
I’m about to tell him I can’t come, I can’t take it, they have to stop, but Dash takes hold of my head and turns it. There he is, in front of me, with what has to be eight inches of rigid cock. “Let’s see if you’re as good as they said.” It isn’t difficult for him to push into my mouth with it being open so I can gasp for air. I close my lips around him, moaning helplessly as he begins to fuck my face in slow, deep strokes.