Chapter 9

“ W horing yourself out for all three of us?” Copper Mask toys with me again, verbally.

I’m kneeling on the floor, with my hands on the cushions of the leather couch to hold myself upright. My knees feel raw from the amount of time I’ve spent in this position. Though, it’s easy to forget all of that when my eyes follow the movement of his tattooed hand, stroking his length while he reclines on the seat.

Out of the corner of my eye, to the left of me, Bloodied Mask moves, but I can feel the weight of his stare roving over my bare skin. The dried evidence of him marking my breasts is no doubt adding to the twisted enjoyment he’s getting out of seeing me like this.

He lays down on his back, shifting himself along the length of the couch so that his head is now at the end closest to the fireplace. His immensely strong-looking, muscled frame stretches out, taking up the vast majority of the couch, and he shoves his loosened trousers lower on his hips.

“I bet she’s a slut for having all her holes filled at once.” The gravel and velvet voice that coats my body is absolutely right. I am a slut for exactly that, it would seem.

I don’t dare say anything, so I duck my head to hide my burning cheeks.

My nipples are so sensitive. I’d give anything for one of these men to make contact with them, just once. It’s an agony knowing they’ve brought me glimpses and hints of pleasure and release, yet they also haven’t really touched me properly.

There’s a crudeness about knowing the feel of their cocks inside me, of my body stretching to accommodate them individually. However, they’ve hardly done more than grip my hair or my hips for brief moments.

The glow of the fire is lower now. The room cast in much heavier shadows, with everything taking on that unmistakable feel of the witching hour.

I honestly have no idea how much time has passed since I first entered this mansion. How long has it been since I first entered this room?

What I do know for certain, is that I might combust if I don’t get the opportunity to have all these men at the same time.

I wait dutifully for their next command, kneeling here, bathed in shame and longing.

Copper Mask reads me like a book. “Fuck yourself down on his cock since you’re staring at his Jacob’s Ladder like you wanna choke on those bars again… but make sure that ass is ready for me. You’re going to take all of us, and we’re not in the mood to go easy on such a filthy, desperate cum-whore.”

Am I supposed to feel this collision of emotions at the crass nature of his taunts? Surely this isn’t meant to make me feel so enamored, and yet, here I am.

I’ve never moved so fast in my life. There’s no hesitation as I climb over the massively proportioned, silent man as he lies there, with one fist wrapped around his length. Leveraging myself over his waist, I straddle my knees on either side of him.

That’s when our eyes lock once more.

They’re burning.

For the first time I feel as if he’s speaking to me. He flicks his gaze through the mask to my hesitant hands, then dips his chin.

Put them on me.

His big hand guides his cock to my slick entrance, and I bite back a low moan as I do as he tells me to—placing my hands against his thick chest. When my body sinks down, every notch of his rows of piercings make their reacquaintance with my channel. I gradually slide down his length, taking him to the hilt, bar by pleasurable bar rubbing my inner wall.

My heart pounds inside my ears, but now that my palms are pressed against his warm, smooth skin, I feel the sensation of his heart thudding almost as frantically as my own. A rumbling vibration comes from inside his chest. Shit . Holy shit.

His cock feels even more incredible now that I’m so overstimulated and swollen and sensitive. Not only that, but I’ve just had the tiniest glimpse that he’s affected by this experience, too.

My eyes go wide as I lose myself in the sight of his pupils dilating further across those dark irises.

Taking all three of them isn’t just going to drive me over the edge, it’s going to scoop my body up and toss me into a bottomless crevasse of pleasure. Somewhere deep inside my brain, I send up a quiet prayer that hopes against hope to never wake up from this. I don’t want to wake up from this dream . My lust-addled mind declares over and over.

A hot palm presses into the space between my shoulder blades, tipping my balance so that I have to draw closer to the man below me. My panting breaths are so close to his mask. Having my hands on him like this, leaning close, it’s not only the first time I’ve touched him, but it also puts us in a far more intimate position than anything up until now.

Something in his gaze traps me there. It’s somehow fierce and potent, while also giving me a sense of safety with him, and I can’t quite grasp why I feel that way.

Especially not when he’s refused to say a single word to me.

Never mind that he fucked my face, painted my tits with his cum, and yet inexplicably I don’t feel intimidated. He might look like he’d crush me, yet I don’t get the impression he would. The other two are both very much threats to my health, but this man draws me in, and I’m so deeply messed up because I start to glow all over. Meanwhile, his dick settles deep inside my pussy.

A sharp sting greets my ass. Another flick with that wicked blade, to add to the welted lines left there earlier.

My body clenches and jerks away from the pain as I worry I’ve done something wrong, but then realize I’m still following orders, only this time the instruction has come from the man at my back, rather than the one currently boring holes into my skull wearing the bloodied mask. The ginormous figure who silently commands my attention from his position on his back beneath me.

I don’t even know what the third figure in this scene is doing. I’m so overwhelmed just with the presence of one , let alone three.

Then, Copper Mask is there, hard and looming over my spine, currently opening what I certainly hope is lube from the sound of the pop of a cap.

Cold gel drizzles over my ass. The sensation makes me flinch, and my pussy clamps down around the cock buried deep inside. It doesn’t exactly bring out a noise, but I feel a distinct rumbling beneath my palms pressed against his chest.

“Mmm, I bet she feels perfect wrapped around you and squeezing tight. Let’s see how good those piercings feel while we both fuck her.” He sounds even more intense. Now it’s almost like he’s gritting his teeth, and as if to prove the point of how much they are in total control of my body, one of his tattooed hands wraps around the front of my neck.

“Don’t you fucking dare come unless we give you permission to.” His fingers dig into my airway, and I wet my lips. Meeting the darkened eyes of the other man as I pant and squirm in anticipation, seated on top of him, and already unbelievably full with him alone.

I can feel Copper Mask shifting behind me now. His weight dips the cushions; then I feel the fat head of his erection press against the lubed-up spot between my cheeks as he glides through my seam.

Oh, holy fuck.

This is really happening.

It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone back there, so I do my best to try and relax. I’m so overwhelmed with anticipation and pleasure and the fear of what might happen if I accidentally start screaming, Yes. Please. Fuck me harder. That I’m certain I forget to breathe.

His touch isn’t exactly rough, but it doesn’t treat me gently either, as he takes control and spreads me. Knowing that he’s seeing everything with me impaled in this position, and quite simply his to use, is so fucking hot and filthy. These men are my absolute undoing.

I just know I’m never going to be the same after this night is over.

“Christ. Your cock looks so fucking good. Fuck the little whore, just like that.” Copper Mask presses me to lean further forward, watching the place where my other stranger enters me. Meanwhile, I’m bent over, and my ass cheeks are held open. “Of course, your giant dick stretched her out nice and good.” He’s talking to Gold Mask now, and I can hear the hint of amusement in his voice.

Do they do this kind of sharing often? Are all three of them together? Or is it just the two men currently planning to fuck my pussy and my ass at the same time who are sexual partners? Jesus, I have a million questions, and I want so badly to have the chance to ask them.

There’s also a surge of something that has absolutely no right to exist when I realize just how much I detest the idea of anyone else being with them like this. None of it makes sense. They’re total strangers. All this is to them is anonymous fucking in a sex club.

That’s all it should be for me, too.

Christ, it would be typical that I’d slip and fall on three dicks and wind up catching feelings for faceless men who treat me like nothing but a hole to use.

I don’t get the opportunity to explore those worrying sensations and potential need for therapy sessions I cannot afford. Instead, I’m brought crashing back to the moment when the weight between my shoulder blades presses me down further still. It drives me into an incredibly intimate position against the man below me. Leaving me unsure whether he even wants me to be cuddled up against his chest in such a way, but I can’t move.

All I can do is bite back noises that keep threatening to rip through my lungs.

Scents of sex and muskiness and that intoxicating combination of masculinity, citrus, wood… it all fills my awareness.

The head of a cock glides through the lube and teases at my ass. Just breathe. Just breathe. I chant to myself while almost certainly forgetting to actually suck some air down into my lungs. My body is folded forward against the muscled abs and chest of Bloodied Mask, and my fingers dig tightly into his skin.

Then, my stranger behind me is pushing forward slowly with a finger. Working the sensitive ring of muscle to loosen and allow him inside my body. The pressure is intense, especially with my pussy already being filled, but it doesn’t take him long before he’s working forward in slow, careful thrusts.

I send up a silent prayer of thanks that he’s not being brutal with me.

Then, I realize it’s probably got nothing to do with me and everything to do with the fact he wouldn’t be able to fuck me properly if he rushed too quickly. After all, I am nothing but a tool for their pleasure tonight.

He keeps working me and stretching me, eventually adding another finger. All while I have to submit to whatever he wants to do and realize just at the moment he shifts, replacing his fingers with the insistent press of his cock, that I’m floating on so much pleasure I could burst.

“ Fffuckkkk… Your cock feels so good like that.” Copper Mask sounds husky and sinfully sexy, and I stifle back a desperate noise. He’s not talking to me, of course, but holy shit do I wish I could be someone who made his voice turn that shade of desire. I’m stuck in the middle of two mind-altering hot men who have me dripping everywhere. My pussy is soaked and keeps clenching around the thickness and piercings inside, as the feeling of being so-fucking-full only intensifies the further he eases forward, gradually working himself into my ass.

“Get over here and fuck our little whore’s face. She’ll suck your soul out of your cock.” It’s Copper Mask’s words that have me flushing with what might be a tiny bit of pride. I’m also desperate to taste Gold Mask’s cock on my tongue, and I just know that he won’t go easy.

Which is perfectly fine by me.

They’ve already ruined me. I would much rather this moment be seared into my memory forever.

I feel Copper Mask behind me sink forward more and more, and eventually, his hips sit flush with mine from behind. There’s a dark groaning rumble that extends through my spine extending from his chest, and I can feel both cocks pulsing, throbbing inside me.

“Jesus,” he mutters beneath his breath, then slides himself back nearly to the tip, before shifting forward again.

If I expected the man beneath me to break, to make even just a groaning noise, he still remains silent. That unnerving quiet, while his eyes follow every flicker and twitch of my face, it’s doing something to my desire I could never have anticipated.

He feels alluring in a way that my mind has no business latching onto.

This man has used my body, and yet I haven’t heard a single sound pass his lips.

I can barely breathe. They’re so big and fill me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. These are the fragments of my dreams, imaginings, and fantasies. Not reality.

I’m so stuffed full of them that there’s nothing to do but close my eyes and pray that I don’t start coming instantly.

Fuck. I’ll do anything to make sure I don’t break their rules.

My stranger filling my ass with his heavenly cock begins to fuck both of us with a powerful rhythm. That tattooed hand with the skull on it is still wrapped around the front of my throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to have my body sparking like a livewire.

I’m so fucking close already; my only hope is that this feels as good for the two men fucking me. I need them to come.

No, more than that, I want to be the reason they unravel quickly.

That in itself feels like an intensely heady rush of power. Even if they are treating me like nothing more than a toy to fuck with.

Strong fingers pinch my chin, yanking it to one side, turning my face to where Gold Mask is standing. When my eyes fly open, his cock is right there, fisted in his other hand. Pre-cum leaks from the reddened tip, and my mouth drops open.

He takes that as his opportunity, roughly hooking my bottom lip with his thumb. Using his other hand wrapped around his cock, he taps it against my swollen lips and then smears that glistening evidence of his own arousal all over the outside of my mouth.

I’m making an ungodly kind of panting noise as the man behind me keeps thrusting in and out, and the two cocks filling me pulse. The sensation of their lengths rubbing together against my inner walls is unbelievably intense, in the best kind of way.

At this moment, I’m certain I’ve died and gone to slutty heaven.

My gold-masked stranger shoves his cock inside my mouth. Every part of me is filled and consumed by these men, and I disappear off into a sea of fluffy clouds as they fuck me. Using me to chase their own pleasure, and I’m blissfully surrendered to all of it.

Drool runs down my chin, my pussy is pulsing, and my swollen clit is crying out to be touched. But of course, they’re not interested in letting me come. Yet.

I can only hope they will after they’ve finished with me.

Maybe it’s the way I clench around their lengths, lost in my own spiral of pleasure, but I feel the rhythm of him fucking my ass falter. His hips jerk and he grunts out something muffled behind his mask.

Beneath me, Bloodied Mask’s cock twitches, and I feel his stomach muscles bunch. The grip on my hips, that I’ve hardly had a moment to register that’s where his hands have drifted up to, tightens as his hips jerk underneath my thighs.

“ Ffffuck .” The voice behind me barks out. Then they’re both coming. My pussy is flooded with his release, and I feel hot jets of cum inside my ass.

I can’t grasp hold of anything. My body is floating, tumbling, swan diving toward my own orgasm, and it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart.

The thrusts of the fat cock hitting the back of my throat grow more forceful, and there’s no warning; he doesn’t give me any hint or time to adjust before his own release bursts through him, and the salty tang of cum fills my mouth. I swallow him down the best I can, wanting to please him and show him just how good I can be for my masked stranger.

There’s a thundering in my ears as my pulse races. My body is a raw nerve ending, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to recover from the intense heights of this moment.

Just as I feel myself floating off into the night sky, hands are everywhere on me, all at the exact same time. Strong fingers from one dig into my hair and tug so hard my scalp burns. Two hands cup my breasts from behind and pinch down on my aching nipples. While another hand reaches down to find the swollen bud of my clit, applying firm pressure with a thumb.

I detonate on a long wail.

My body combusts like one of those smoke bombs. Sparks fly, and the room goes black, and I let out an anguished, keening cry of pleasure as my orgasm claws its way through me with razor-sharp teeth.

Everything clenches and shakes, and I have no idea what is coming out of my mouth, but every inch of me has unraveled in spectacular fashion.

I’ve no doubt broken every single rule about speaking or making sounds, yet, I’m entirely incapable of knowing what just came out of me. I’ve flown out of my head completely.

A powerful rolling wave keeps jolting through me, and I’m slumped forward, panting, while damp coats my brow. I can’t possibly move, and I have no idea what I’ll do if they demand that I get the fuck out of here now that they’ve got what they wanted and had their way with me.

Hands encourage me to stay upright when the boneless, heavy-limbed sensation tries to drag me down. Something cold is pressed against my lips. A drink is produced, and I’m encouraged to drink it with gentle touches of my chin. It’s alcohol of some kind, that burns a fast track when it slips down my already raw throat.

I swallow thickly before taking another sip under the silent command of one of the men.

God, everything is so floaty. Heavy. Drenching me in a weighted blanket that tugs me toward a darkness rising up from the floor like an inky well. That’s when the shadowy scene before me slides away, as my heavy eyelids droop closed, and I lose touch with reality.