Liam

We're back in our private room at Club Sin. But tonight the rules are different. Tonight we're showing our girl the darker side of play…

We've talked things through, and it was actually Ava who asked if we were interested in taking things in an… edgier direction.

I thought my jaw was hitting the ground when she confessed she fantasizes about being humiliated, used, fucked like a play doll.

We were so all over that shit; we booked a reservation for the same fucking night.

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I can sense Ava's fear the moment I step into the room. It rolls off her in waves, mixing with the heady scent of her arousal. It's intoxicating, a potent cocktail that has my cock hardening in my jeans.

I let my gaze rake over her, taking in the way she trembles between Ethan and Alex. Her hair is mussed, her lips swollen from their kisses. But it's her eyes that draw me in. Those wide, innocent eyes that are filled with equal parts terror and desire.

"Starting the party without me, boys?" I ask, my voice a low drawl.

Ethan smirks, his hand still wrapped around her throat. "Just warming her up for you, brother."

I step closer, reaching out to run a finger down her cheek. Ava flinches at my touch, a whimper escaping her lips. "P-please…"

Fuck, she's playing her role so perfectly.

"Please what, little sub?" I ask, my finger trailing lower over the racing pulse in her throat. "Please let you go? Or please fuck you until you can't remember your own name?"

She swallows hard, her eyes fluttering closed. "I… I don't…"

"Shh," I soothe, my hand wrapping around her throat, replacing Ethan's. "Don't think. Just feel."

I lean in, brushing my lips against hers in a whisper of a kiss. Ava gasps, her mouth falling open in invitation. I take advantage, my tongue delving inside to taste her. She's so fucking sweet, like honey and sin, and I know I'll never get enough.

I kiss her deeply, ruthlessly, staking my claim. She melts against me, her body going pliant in surrender. I can feel Ethan and Alex watching us, their gazes heavy with lust.

I break the kiss, nipping at her lower lip. "On your knees, little dove."

Her eyes fly open, a protest forming on her lips. But before she can voice it, Alex is there, his hand fisting in her hair, forcing her down. "You heard him, pet. On your fucking knees."

Ava whimpers, but obeys, sinking to the floor at our feet. The sight of her there, so submissive and vulnerable, so fucking turned on, has my cock throbbing. I reach down, threading my fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to mine.

"Open your mouth,"

She hesitates, a glint of defiance flickering in her eyes. I tighten my grip, just shy of painful. "Open. Your fucking. Mouth."

A shudder runs through her, and she complies, her lips parting. I smile, a dark, feral thing. "Good girl."

I unzip my jeans, freeing my cock. It's hard and heavy, the tip already glistening with precum. I rub it against her lips, smearing the salty fluid over the soft, pink flesh.

"Suck it."

She balks, trying to turn her head away. But Ethan is there, his hand gripping her jaw, forcing her back. "Do as you're told, princess. Or we'll find other, less pleasant ways to make you obey."

A moan escapes her lips, and she parts them, taking the head of my cock into her hot, wet mouth. I groan, the sensation, combined with witnessing how fucking turned on our girl is by this wicked scenario, almost too much to bear.

"That's it, slut. Take it all."

I thrust forward, burying myself in her throat. She gags, her hands coming up to push at my thighs. But Alex is there, grabbing her wrists, pinning them behind her back.

"Relax your throat, pet," he coos, his voice a dark caress. "Breathe through your nose. You can take it, love."

I start to move, fucking her face with long, deep strokes. Tears stream down her cheeks, saliva dripping down her chin. But she takes it, her throat fluttering around my length as she struggles to adjust. Fucking beautiful. All the time, moaning around my cock, the vibrations sending tingles through my balls.

"Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven," I groan, my hips pistoning faster. "I knew you'd be a natural cocksucker. Just needed a firm hand to guide you."

Ethan chuckles darkly, palming himself through his jeans. "She's going to look so pretty covered in our cum. Our perfect little fucktoy."

The filthy words, the dirty picture they paint, have me on the edge. I thrust deep, bottoming out in her throat, my balls drawing up tight. "Fuck, I'm going to…"

I pull out at the last second, stroking my cock furiously. Jets of hot, thick cum shoot out, painting Ava's face, her neck, her big tits. She looks debauched, degraded. Absolutely fucking perfect.

Ethan and Alex are on her in an instant, their cocks out, adding their seed to mine. She writhes as they mark her, a sob catching in her throat. And underneath the humiliation, the degradation, I can see the spark of dark bliss. The twisted pleasure that comes from being used so thoroughly.

When we're finished, she's a fucking mess. Cum drips from her face, mats her hair. She looks up at us, her eyes glazed, her expression one of dazed submission.

"Please…" she whispers, her voice raw. "More…"

I crouch down, taking her chin in my hand. "Oh, little dove. We're just getting started."

I capture her lips in a brutal kiss, tasting myself on her tongue. She whimpers into my mouth, a broken, helpless sound.

And I know, with a dark, savage joy, that she's ours now.

Body, mind, heart, and soul.