“I didn’t sign up for that,” I protest, though my voice lacks conviction. After everything we’ve done in this room,the thought of doing it with an audience shouldn’t feel so intimidating—yet it does.
“You signed the contract,” Dominic reminds me, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my hip. “But you don’t have to participate actively. Some just watch.” His smirk deepens. “Though I doubt you’ll be satisfied just sitting on the sidelines.”
The horn sounds again, more insistent this time.
“Third call,” Liam says, finally untangling his limbs from mine and sitting up. “We should get moving.”
I feel a flutter of panic at the thought of being on display for others, but also an undeniable curl of heat low in my belly. These three men have already stripped away so many of my inhibitions in just hours.
“Do I have a choice?” I ask.
“No, you don’t have a choice,” Ryder says, his tone softening as he sees the anxiety flash across my face. He slides off the bed and stands, reaching for his scattered clothes. “But we’ll protect you. No one else touches you but us.”
“Just us,” Dominic confirms, his voice leaving no room for debate as he rises from the bed. “You’re ours now.”
I should be offended—I’m not property to be claimed—but after the hours we’ve shared, the idea of belonging to these three men feels strangely comforting.
Liam hands me the remains of my dress. “This won’t cover much,” he says with a smirk, eyeing the torn fabric.
I hold up the gray scraps that barely constitute clothing anymore. One shoulder strap hangs by threads, the hemline ragged where Dominic tore it earlier. I struggle to arrange it over my body, acutely aware of three pairs of eyes watching my every move.
“It’ll have to do,” I mutter.
The hallways blur as they lead me through the maze, Dominic’s hand firmly around my waist, Ryder and Liamflanking us. When we reach the orgy room, my breath catches in my throat.
The space is massive, dimly lit with red lights casting sinful shadows across entwined bodies. The air feels thick with sex and sweat, punctuated by moans and the rhythmic sounds of flesh against flesh. My eyes dart nervously around the room, taking in the debauchery on display.
On one side, three masked men move together in perfect synchronicity, their bodies creating a fluid chain of pleasure that reminds me of my men—when they became my men, I don’t know. I look away, only to find my gaze landing on Vane Blackwood, who is wearing a green mask and has a woman suspended from the ceiling in an intricate rope harness, her body completely at his mercy as he circles her like a predator.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“Come,” Dominic commands, his fingers wrapping around my wrist. He pulls me away from the center of the room, where most of the action seems to be happening.
Ryder and Liam follow close behind as Dominic leads us toward a secluded alcove nestled in the corner. Heavy velvet curtains partially shield it from view, though they’re drawn back enough to still provide a clear line of sight for anyone interested in watching. The alcove features a plush, circular couch upholstered in deep crimson.
Dominic wastes no time. The moment we’re inside the alcove, he begins stripping off his clothes. His eyes never leave mine as he removes each piece, his expression hungry and determined.
“Sit on my dick,” he orders once he’s completely naked, his hard cock standing proudly against his abdomen. “Now.”
My breath catches. Despite everything we’ve done in the room we were in, the boldness of his demand in this semi-public setting sends a fresh wave of heat through me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe, surprising myself with how easily the word falls from my lips.
Dominic’s eyes darken at my response. He sits on the edge of the couch and reaches for me, his strong hands gripping my hips through the tattered remains of my dress.
With trembling fingers, I push aside the torn fabric, not bothering to remove it completely. I straddle him, positioning myself above his cock, my thighs bracketing his muscular ones.
I sink down onto him with an enthusiasm that should shock me, taking him to the hilt in one fluid motion. The full sensation makes me gasp, my body stretching to accommodate his size.
Dominic groans, his lips finding my ear. “That’s it, good girl,” he whispers, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ll never get enough of your perfect cunt.” His hands grip my hips harder as I rock against him, controlling my movements with his strength. His eyes never leave mine, even as he speaks to Ryder over my shoulder.
“Get her ass ready,” he commands, his voice like steel wrapped in velvet. “I want to feel you inside her while I’m fucking her.”
My breath catches sharply. I freeze atop him, my inner walls clenching around his cock at the mere suggestion. I’ve had anal sex before—awkward, slightly painful encounters with college boyfriends—but nothing like what he’s suggesting. The thought of both men inside me simultaneously sends a confusing mix of terror and arousal rushing through me.
“I—I don’t know if I can,” I stammer, but my body betrays me with a fresh rush of wetness around Dominic’s cock.
“You can,” Dominic says with absolute certainty. “And you will.”
