The curtains were wide open for all to see as I knelt at Manson’s feet like Lucas, although he couldn’t keep still. He kept shifting around as if he was uncomfortable, clearing his throat, his gaze darting toward anyone who walked near our booth. Manson made us wait for nearly a minute, simply observing us in silence as he sipped his drink.
“You look nervous, pup,” he finally said. Jason snickered, and Lucas whipped his head around to snap something in retaliation. Manson grabbed his face and jerked it back. “I spoke to you. Not him. Keep your eyes where they belong.”
Manson looked too pleased, his grin disconcertingly wide. If I were in Lucas’s position, I would have been shaking. I was eager to behave. Something told me that Manson could put me over his knee in this club and no one would bat an eye. It was an idea that I dreaded as much as I craved.
“Angel, get Lucas’s drink for him,” Manson said. Remaining on my hands and knees, I turned and grabbed Lucas’s beer off the table, then hurriedly brought the drink back to Manson.
He nodded his head toward Lucas, and said, “Give him a drink.”
When Lucas looked over at me, his gaze smoldered with intensity. I brought the beer to his lips so he could drink, and some of the liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth. I licked up the drip, tracing my tongue up his throat and over his chin. His body rumbled with a growl, and I took in a mouthful of the beer myself before I kissed him.
The liquid passed between our lips, messy and dripping as our tongues twined. Manson slipped the beer glass out of my hand, and I wrapped my arms around Lucas’s shoulders, scratching my nails up his spine. He groaned, grasping my waist as his hips thrust against me.
The hard bulge in his pants made me want to rip every item of clothing right off him.
With my eyes closed, I felt someone join us. Jason knelt behind Lucas, kissing his neck as I made out with him. Lucas’s breathing deepened, and Jason’s hand slipped between us, stroking Lucas’s cock through his trousers.
Manson reached out and tangled his fingers in my hair, grasping the long locks tightly to pull me back from Lucas.
“What a good pet you are,” he said. He and Vincent shared a wicked look, then Manson ordered, “Kiss your Master’s boots, angel.”
My heart set off at a galloping pace. Bending down, I kissed them, whispering my thanks as I did. I wasn’t even sure if he could hear me, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was adoring the part of my Master I’d been allowed to touch, the place he ordained suitable for me.
When they gave me orders, it was like my mind reached another plane of existence; a different reality in which unwavering obedience was the ultimate pleasure. I craved pleasing them; I longed to hear more praise from Manson’s lips.
“That’s my good girl,” Manson said. “Sit up.”
I did so, in time to see Manson pour Lucas’s beer into his hand. He offered it, and Lucas drank from his palm as Manson brought his cupped hand to his lips, even sucking his fingers when it was gone. Lucas’s eyes were darkened, almost intoxicated — although he hadn’t drunk enough for that. He thrust against Jason’s hand, reaching back and pulling the other man’s head down to his neck in an obvious demand. Jason obliged, his mouth teasing over Lucas’s throat, biting hard enough to leave reddened marks on his skin.
“It’s your turn, pup,” Manson said, stroking his hand affectionately over Lucas’s head. “Kiss your Master’s boots.”
“With the fucking curtain open?” Lucas looked like he regretted the words the moment he said them, closing his mouth so fast that his teeth snapped together.
Jason laughed softly, whispering, “Oh, you’re going to get it now. He’ll crush you for that.”
Manson was in his element. He didn’t remove his hand from Lucas’s head, but he turned his attention to Jason, leaning down so he could look him directly in the eyes as he said, “If you’re not careful, I’ll crush you too, on principle.”
Vincent rose from his seat and tugged Jason’s head back, gripping his hair tightly enough to make him wince. “Are you causing trouble?” he said. His tone was deceivingly upbeat, as if he’d caught Jason in a childish prank. “How the hell do you expect to get through the night if you’re pushing to get punished already?”
He patted Jason’s cheek sharply, hard enough to sting. Jason smiled at him lazily, leaning into his hand as he said, “Perhaps you should distract me, then.”
Jason’s blue eyes shot straight to me. I looked up at Manson, batting my lashes at him, hoping he’d give me permission.
“All right, angel, go on,” Manson said, after letting me squirm for a few moments. “Keep the brats occupied, Vince. Lucas and I need some alone time.”
Vincent nodded, leaning down to give Jason a kiss on his forehead before he slapped his cheek again. “Behave,” he said, but Jason’s expression was far from compliant. He got to his feet when Vince let him go, and immediately offered his hand to me.
“Want to dance with us?” he said, and I nodded excitedly, accepting his hand as he helped me up.
Vincent swiftly drained the last of his drink before seizing me around the waist, planting a kiss on my neck. “Then we’ll go dance, baby.”
Jason held tight to my hand and took Vincent’s in the other as he led us from the booth. We made our way to the railing overlooking the DJ below, the dance floor an undulating mass of bodies moving and grinding. The music reverberated through my chest as I moved to the beat. Vincent was close behind me, and I pressed my ass against him as I swayed my hips. Jason leaned against the railing but he wasn’t watching the crowd below; he was watching us, sipping his drink with a smile on his lips.
I lifted my arms and reached back, trailing my fingers along Vincent’s neck as I swayed.
“Damn, you can actually move,” I said.
He chuckled in my ear, sending a shiver up my back as his hands moved over me. “I spend every weekend in a club. Of course I can dance.”
His cock was hardening as I danced on him. I reached for Jason, drawing him close, caressing my nails over his chest. He kissed me as the beat dropped, the crowd going wild as bass pounded from the speakers. He tasted sweet, energy drink and liquor tingling over my tongue.
Vincent’s fingers dipped dangerously low and slipped under my skirt. My breath hitched as he rubbed over my panties, encouraging my arousal as he massaged my swollen clit.
“How does that feel, princess?” Jason said, grinning as he glanced down. “Fuck, I’d love to see you get off on his fingers.”
My body craved the same thing. When I swayed my ass against Vince, I also pressed down on his hand, grinding on him. He pushed my panties to the side, and I groaned as two fingers pumped into me.
“So wet for us already?” he murmured, fingers moving inside me. “Does being in public turn you on?”
It did. Every time I caught the eye of someone moving past us, it made me hotter. People at this club wouldn’t be shocked or offended by sexual activity — I was sure I spotted a couple in the corner of the dancefloor who were actually fucking. Glancing back toward our booth, I clenched on Vincent’s fingers when I saw Lucas with his head resting on Manson’s lap, the two of them watching us together.
Manson was slowly stroking his fingers over Lucas’s head, gentle and soothing. Everything in his posture exuded his control, and Lucas’s eyes were half-lidded, his body finally relaxed as he watched me dance.
Showing off had always come naturally; I loved that they were watching, I adored getting to put on a show to wind them up.
Vincent drew his hand out from under my skirt, his fingers slick with my arousal, and brought them to Jason’s lips. Heat flooded me as Jason took Vincent’s fingers in his mouth, sucking them slowly. He stroked his tongue between them, opening his mouth as if to show off what he could do. Vincent’s chest swelled as he sucked in a sharp breath, and he hooked his fingers around Jason’s jaw to pull him closer. They kissed over my shoulder as Vincent’s hand nudged under my skirt again.
“Oh…fuck…” I leaned my head back as Vince fingered me. I was engulfed in the heat between them, my breath coming deep and heavy, nearly overwhelmed by my growing pleasure. There were so many sensations: the flashing lights, the pounding music that throbbed in my chest, the goosebumps they ignited on my skin as they touched me. Jason brought his drink to my mouth and tipped it back, condensation from the cold glass dripping onto my chest.
“I think she’s going to come for us,” Vincent said, as I clenched on his fingers again. Jason tweaked my nipple piercings through my shirt until I moaned, my rhythm shuddering as their touches brought me higher.
“It’ll be the first orgasm of many,” Jason said, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “I want to see you shake, princess.”
Fuck, I was going to lose control. A woman walked by and caught my eye as she did; her gaze darted downward and came back up with a smile. She knew what was happening.
“You like when people watch, don’t you?” Vincent chuckled. “Dirty little slut. We need to get an audience for you, don’t we, baby? How would you like a few dozen people telling you how damn sexy you look when you come?”
His filthy words brought my ecstasy to its peak. My lips parted breathlessly, struggling not to make too much noise as I shuddered through the bliss, losing myself in the moment.
It was significantly harder to walk in my heels after I’d orgasmed. Jason and Vincent had to support my trembling legs as they led me back to the booth. Lucas was still seated on the floor, sipping a fresh glass of beer with his arm resting on Manson’s legs. Manson had a subtle smile on his face, sprawled on his seat like he owned the place.
He clapped slowly as we entered. “Bravo. What a show. Did you enjoy yourself, angel?”
Sauntering over to him, I stepped over Lucas to straddle Manson’s lap. He hummed with pleasure as I kissed him, grinding on him. When I lifted my ass up, someone’s hands teased over my thighs.
“God, you’re dripping,” Lucas said, his voice rough with desire. “I think we’re going to need some privacy.”
Jason pulled the black curtain closed, enclosing us in the booth. The bottle of champagne gave a loud pop as Vincent opened it, a rush of bubbles spilling out the top and running over his fingers. As he poured for us, Manson took hold of my jaw and pulled my attention back to him.
“Strip for us,” he said. “Take all of it off.”
With a smirk, I got off his lap and stood in front of him. Lucas remained on the floor, and Jason sat beside Manson, his eyes preternaturally bright in the moody lighting. I unhooked the chains holding my top on and let the silky fabric fall to the floor. I was wearing nothing beneath it, not even pasties. Lucas’s eyes were wide with rapt attention, and Manson watched me with his thumbnail between his teeth. He audibly bit down when I turned around, slowly sliding down my skirt.
Vincent still had the champagne bottle in his hands. As I kicked my skirt away and stood there in only my heels and a skimpy thong, he turned me around again so I was facing the others, and brought the bottle to my lips.
It was tart and slightly sweet, cold and sparkling. The buzz from the alcohol was just enough to have me feeling warm and relaxed — but still aching with the desire for more.
Manson got up, coming over to trace his fingers over my body, following every curve. Vincent lowered the bottle slightly and tipped it again. Cold champagne trickled down my breasts and Manson licked it up, his tongue flicking over my nipple before he closed his mouth over me.
Shivering, I groaned at the warm suction. He swirled his tongue around my nipple, teasing the jeweled bar pierced through it before he lifted his head.
“On your knees,” Vincent said, and I was happy to oblige.
Jason and Lucas stepped closer as I sank to my knees between the four. It reminded me of that Halloween night — it felt so long ago now — when we’d all first dared to step over the line. But knowing them like I did now, loving them like I did, made this feel even more intense.
Lucas took a sip of his champagne, but he didn’t swallow. He leaned over me, and Jason pulled my head back, saying sweetly, “Open up for him, princess.”
Heat raced through me as Lucas spat the champagne into my open mouth. It tingled over my tongue and dripped past my lips, running down my chin. Jason licked where it spilled, kissing me messily as Lucas poured a little more champagne from his glass over my tits.
“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Manson murmured, his eyes devouring me. I wanted to shatter his nearly-perfect self-control. I wanted him to burst under the pressure and take me hard, take me mercilessly.
It was only a matter of time.
“Please…” I groaned as Lucas joined Jason in consuming me. Their greedy mouths were exquisite, their teeth left sharp marks of pain all over me. Lucas shoved me forward onto my hands and knees, gripping my ass before he gave it a sharp smack. Jason kissed me deeply, holding my face as Lucas pumped his fingers into me.
“Do you have a condom?” Lucas said, and Vincent answered in the affirmative. “Get it on here.”
It was impossible to see what they were doing, distracted by Jason’s kisses. Manson paced around us as he watched, his steps slow, the ice in his glass clinking as he swirled the liquid. After making a full circle around us, he resumed his seat on the couch: legs spread, one arm resting casually on the backrest.
“Crawl up there, baby,” Vincent said, as Jason stood and Lucas withdrew his fingers. I was shaking with stimulation as I crawled, climbing up to straddle Manson’s lap again. He cupped his hand around the nape of my neck, drawing me close.
“You’re perfect,” Manson whispered. “My beautiful little freak, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Master.” He tasted like whiskey when I kissed him, subtle spice and heat on his lips.
The couch lurched as Lucas sat down heavily beside Manson. He wasn’t holding the champagne bottle anymore; instead, he was gripping Jason’s hair with both hands, thrusting into his mouth. Jason choked when Lucas hit the back of his throat but kept his head down, his eyes lifted to watch the other man’s face. Lucas was breathing deeply, and he reached over to caress his hand down my back and over the curve of my ass.
“Make her ride it, Vince,” he said, and Manson smiled.
“Are you going to be good?” he said, keeping his hand firmly planted on my neck. I couldn’t look back to see what Vincent was doing, but something nudged against my pussy. The smooth feeling of the condom was recognizable, but the item it cloaked wasn’t. But I nodded, because I wanted every filthy experience they could give me. I wanted more.
“I’m going to put the bottle inside you, baby,” Vincent said. The item he was rubbing against me — the champagne bottle — pressed inside. It was safely sheathed in the condom but the unusual shape and hardness of it still made me shiver.
As Vincent slowly pressed it deeper, Lucas brought his finger to my lips and said, “Suck.” After I’d gotten the digit wet in my mouth, he probed it into my ass. I shuddered at the intrusion, but quickly relaxed into it. Manson set aside his drink and gripped my arms, moving them behind my back and holding my wrists captive.
“Ride it,” he said. “I want to see you make yourself come on that bottle.”
Bouncing my hips up and down, I impaled myself on the champagne bottle as Vincent held it in place. Manson was so hard, and yet he didn’t touch himself as he held me, watching intently. Every now and then, his hips would move, searching for stimulation, betraying his desires. Lucas pumped his finger into my ass, giving a loud groan as Jason’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
“Fuck yeah, take it,” Lucas said, as he shoved Jason’s head down, fucking his mouth mercilessly. Jason gripped his thighs, black-painted nails dragging over Lucas’s skin. His eyes were watering slightly with the effort, the muscles in his arms taut. Lucas pulled his head up suddenly and Jason gasped for breath. “Start stroking. Make me come all over your face.”
“Oh fuck, baby,” Vincent said, chuckling softly when I moved faster. The bottleneck wasn’t as thick as any of them were, but it felt so deliciously dirty to get my pleasure from it anyway. Lucas fingered my ass as Jason stroked him, teasing his tongue around Lucas’s head and toying with his piercing.
When Lucas came, grunting harshly as his cum spurt over Jason’s face, I came too. Everything faded away, save for the ecstasy melting through my body.
“That’s it,” Manson said, releasing my arms so I could brace myself against his chest. “Come for us, let’s hear you…” He pulled up my head, forcing me to look at him as the waves of pleasure rolled over me.
“Thank you, Master,” I whimpered, my eyes almost rolling back in my head. “Thank you…for letting me come…”
Manson took out his cock, guiding me onto it as Vincent set the champagne bottle aside. He moved us into the corner of the couch, allowing enough room for Vincent to get onto the couch behind me. Vince pulled back my hair as I sunk down on Manson, holding it out of my face and leaving featherlight kisses below my ear.
With his face still covered in Lucas’s cum, Jason crawled up beside me. Lucas was stroking him, and he visibly shuddered as I drew him closer, lapping up a pearlescent drop from his cheek.
“God, you’re filthy,” he said.
Breathlessly, with a little laugh, I said, “So are you.”
But that laugh dissolved into a helpless cry as Vincent’s cock pressed against my pussy, squeezing against Manson.
“Remember your safeword, angel,” Manson said, a shiver of pleasure going over his face as Vincent slid even deeper inside me. It was so impossibly tight. My muscles were relaxed from two consecutive orgasms, but the stretch still wasn’t easy to take.
“I remember,” I said softly. Taking slow deep breaths, I focused on keeping my muscles relaxed. Experimentally, I shifted myself back and forth, taking Vincent a little deeper each time. He let me move at my own pace.
Jason whimpered as Lucas held him tightly, rapidly stroking his cock. I watched them, enraptured, as Lucas brought his mouth close to Jason’s ear and snarled, “Watch them fuck her. You’re not allowed to come until they both do.”
“Can’t…I can’t…fuck…” Jason couldn’t string a sentence together. He looked at me, and whatever he saw in my expression seemed to shake him to his very soul. Vincent pushed even deeper and fully settled inside me, him and Manson filling me to my limit. When I cried out, Jason squeezed his eyes shut in a last-ditch effort at self-control.
“Who can’t fucking last now?” Lucas taunted, and Jason cringed against him as he came, semen ribboning over Lucas’s hand.
Whatever punishment Lucas decided to mete out for Jason’s failure to obey, I didn’t see it. Manson and Vincent moved in unison, both thrusting into me at once. The tightness, the stretch, the fucking bliss made my brain short-circuit.
“How does that feel, baby?” Vincent said, his words punctuated by another thrust into me. My answer was another cry, broken and shaking.
“Harder,” was what I finally gasped. “No mercy…”
“No mercy?” Manson dragged my face down to his, covering my mouth with his palm as he gripped me. “Do you want it to hurt?” He grinned at my nod, and I felt the difference almost at once; how their pace changed, how much harder they pumped into me. “Do you want to be used like the dirty little slut that you are?”
“Yes, yes, yes, please!” My words were muffled against his hand, my insides pulsing and clenching around the massive girth of them.
“Shhh, take it quietly,” Manson said gently, adjusting his hand so it covered my mouth more tightly. Vincent inhaled sharply, leaning heavily against my back as he pounded into me.
“We’re going to fill you up,” he said. “And you’re going to be dripping our cum all the way back to the hotel.”
His promise shattered me in the most exquisite way. My body was beyond my control, overtaken. They had stuffed me so tight that when their cocks pulsed as they came, I could feel every throb. The sensation of being filled so tight and claimed so roughly was even better than my fantasies.
