Room One: Club Sin: Chapter 7

Ryder grips my chin in his hand and turns my face to his. I’m panting and can barely catch my breath when he devours my mouth with his. Possessive, hard and claiming. He dives in and neither of us cares about the lack of air. I take as much as he does, swiping my tongue over his. Touching, stroking, and teasing. It’s as though both of us feel the pain of our time apart and can’t get enough of the other’s taste and touch. His hand dips down my front and I shudder under his caresses. He delves deeper and deeper still until his thumb is over my nub.

Swirling strokes send me screaming into his mouth and Atlas takes that moment to feed my ass the rest of his finger. He’d been gentle up until that second.

My head falls back, and I scream again, this time into the high beams of the vaulted ceiling.

Brogan holds me open for his hungry mouth. Stubble has formed over his jawline and every move he makes sends a flaming burn over the hypersensitive flesh of my folds and thighs. I try to close them around his head and fuck his mouth, seek my release, but that damn bar keeps me from doing anything.

I bite my lip and grip the chains a little harder when Atlas slips another finger into my ass. He stretches my hole impossibly wider and a sheen of sweat drapes over me.

“Please. I’m ready for anything you want to give. Just make the ache go away. Let me touch you. Taste you. Feel more of you.”

My orgasm hangs on the outer fringes of my reach. I swish my hips trying for one of the men to carry me the rest of the way. Another pump of Atlas’ fingers or Ryder’s thumb over my clit. Brogan’s tongue fucking my core.

Any and all of it has me so close I can trip over a feather and be falling into the bliss of a second release.

But they hold back. I want to cry when all three break contact and leave me hanging in the middle of the room, naked, desperate, and needy.

“It’s time.”

My eyes shudder closed but I know Atlas’ voice by heart.

I try to turn to face him, but Brogan tips my chin to him. “Where’s my kiss? Everyone else has gotten to taste you but me. I feel a little left out.”

“Come here and take what you want then,” I say softly. Neither Brogan nor I close our eyes when he lowers his lips to mine. The taste of my juices mingles with our warring tongues the second his lips crash into mine and I open for him. Tangy and sweet. Naughty.

Brogan groans, his eyes ablaze with banked, barely controlled heat. I’m not the only one affected. The evidence of that stares back at me through molten onyx eyes. I crave to reach out and run my fingers through his hair. Long strands have fallen to hang over his forehead giving him a playful bad-boy vibe.

Ryder or Atlas—I can’t tell who—takes advantage of my distraction and presses the tapered head of the anal plug to my back entrance. Its smooth sides breach the tight ring of muscles and pry me open. My body works to take what it’s being given.

Various levels of heat work over my body. Shyness almost makes me use my safe word, but I force my nerves into submission. I can do this. I want to do this. Anal play might be hard the first time, but these men would never hurt me.

I inhale sharply when the cool metal slips past the tight ring of muscles. It’s filthy and wrong on so many levels, but it feels so good. Forbidden, yet sensual and perfect.

My head falls forward and Brogan is there to hold me close, protect me.

I lay against him as much as I can with my ass pressed back. I turn to look over my shoulder and I see Atlas tugging on the bejeweled end and making my walls clench and release around the silver toy.

And I’m right back on the cusp of my release. “Yes, please. Yes, that…don’t stop. Make me cum,” I plead.

Atlas throws Ryder a dark look and a silent conversation takes place between them. All three men stand in a semi-circle around me. Their beautiful cocks in their hands. Each of them works their hard steel. Atlas twists the plug again and I groan, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Do you like that?” Atlas asks.

I nod. Juices spill to wet my thighs and I try to clench them closed, but the bar holding me open at the ankles prevents me from moving at all.

My head falls onto his shoulder and my body quivers from my smallest toe all the way to my pinky.

“Oh my God,” I moan huskily.

“After tonight you will spend the next few weeks with us. Only us. Agree and we’ll let you have a taste. Refuse and you’ll hang here all night.”

“What?”

“The fine print on the contract is that you agree to spend the next few weeks with us. At a log cabin we have reserved. You and us.”

Through the brain fog hazing my thoughts I shake my head. “That can’t happen. I have work. You probably do too.”

“All of that has been taken care of.”

,” I tell myself. And then they’ll give me what I want. Once the cuffs come off, it’s a whole other story.

I readily nod.

“Nah, none of that. We want the words, Kandy. Use that pretty mouth of yours.” Ryder’s voice is husky with the same lust coursing through me.

“Yes…yes.”

“Good, our pretty butterfly.”

Atlas reaches up and unbuckles my cuffs. I fall into him, and he takes my weight before sliding me to the floor. A couple of flicks and I am free of the spreader bar, too.

The pressure of the plug in my ass borders on pain but there’s pleasure, too. A radical mix of both that has me whimpering into Atlas’ shoulder. Every shift of my hips makes the walls of my ass and my pussy clench.

“Hands and knees,” Atlas orders. “I need that delectable bottom in the air.”

By this point I know myself well enough to know I’ll follow orders. I want the pleasure they are withholding from me.

Atlas gives me a slow grin when I comply. Brogan and Ryder are in front of me. Their glorious bodies are there for me to kiss, lick, and seek all the pleasure I can handle.

“Take Ryder in your mouth. Wrap those pretty red lips around him, smear the rest of your lipstick over his shaft and mark him as yours.” He leans in and presses his lips to my ear. “I want to see you deep throat that cock while I fuck your ass.”