My fingers curl into fists when I turn back to the laptop and press another button.A sliding door on the other wall opens, allowing her to step into the room with a huge bed.My cock twitches in my slacks when she steps into the playroom.
CHAPTER EIGHT
–QUINN –
I can feel my heart beating inside my throat when I step into a room with a huge bed.No covers, just a row of pillows against the headboard.Bondage elements are fastened to the antique looking four post canopy bed frame.
The door slides back in place, locking me in the room.A little thrill runs through me when I notice the row of whips hanging on the wall.A side table shows a wide choice of sex toys, along with a massive bottle of lube.The contract I signed with Bri’s name offered a lot of choices to keep everything pleasurable.
Who knows, I might even receive my first man induced orgasm.The thought causes a tiny smile to tug at my lips.My nerves are still jittery and it causes me to rub my tattoo.A personal reminder of loss, and with it the reason to move forward and live.
Here in this room, tonight, is where I start.This is my life, my decision, and I chose to grab this fantasy with both hands.Hitting pause and living in the moment where I will focus on pleasure only.When the night is over all of it will stay in the past while my future will be wide open.
I whirl around when a door on the other side of the bed opens.Three masked men step inside.While my mask is a full faceless spandex mask, theirs are different.The one in the middle has his mouth free, and his eyes are covered.The other two have their mouths covered, but their eyes free.
They are all wearing jeans, riding low on their hips.Blue jeans is the one in the middle with his mouth free from the mask he’s wearing.Light blue jeans is on the right, dark jeans on the left.They are all barefoot, and without a shirt.I can feel my breath hitch at the differences between these three guys.They are all athletically built, and I have no way to tell if these guys are Tate, Holden, or Moxen.One, all, I have no clue.To be honest?I don’t care.
Blue jeans nods and strides forward.Dark jeans turns his head to light blue jeans and they switch sides as they head in my direction.It’s as if they don’t need words to communicate.
My heart skips a beat when dark and light blue jeans each grab one of my wrists and tug me in the direction of the bed.Blue jeans is at the head of the bed and licks his lips when I crawl up the bed when dark jeans lets go of my wrist and rounds the bed.
His fingers wrap around my wrist again, both men are holding me in place when blue jeans grabs my ankle to shove my legs apart.The deep green wrap dress I’m wearing falls open, revealing my thick thighs.
Blue jeans places both hands on my inner thighs and glides them up.His head jerks back and his hands suddenly fall away.He tilts his head in the direction of the ceiling behind me, and I turn to see what he’s looking at.
A gasp rips from me when a hand suddenly kneads my breast.Light blue jeans is kneading my breast through the fabric of my clothes while dark jeans tugs at the strap of my dress, allowing it to fall open.Dark jeans groans and glides a finger over the green lace of my thong.His finger freezes and then it’s gone.
When I glance at his face I can tell by his eyes that he’s frowning.It’s as if their actions aren’t their own.My pulse races when I feel lips against my calf, slowly trailing up.Both dark and light blue jeans are fondling my breasts.
Desire shoots through my body and I moan when blue jeans’ mouth gets closer to where my thong is clinging to the lips of my pussy.He inhales and groans.His lips are suddenly gone and a muttered curse draws my attention.
Confusion fills me, along with a hint of aggravation because it’s as if someone is placing boundaries whenever they get freaking close to my pussy.Blue jeans’s gaze goes in the direction of the corner again.I can feel my eyes widen when he shoves his middle finger in the air right before his hands go to his jeans.
Now I’m sure someone else is calling the shots.They don’t communicate among one another without words; they are getting instructions from someone who is watching.Instructions blue jeans are defying when he shoves his jeans down and palms a thick, hard cock.He has a condom between his teeth.The foil rips and then he rolls on the condom.
My heart skips a beat for a whole different reason now.The reminder of Fiero’s harsh words, “nothing happens at my campus without my order,” fills my mind.Is he the one watching?Giving the other three orders?I jerk my wrists free while my mind is overflowing with so many questions.
