19. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

Hudson

Fuck, she's magnificent. So responsive.

She's flushed from the neck up, eyes vacant as she comes down from her orgasm.

The way she begged for us to give her what she'd needed was more than any of us had been expecting. Nothing but surprises from our Emmy.

I smother my grin at that thought.

She isn't ours. Not permanently, at least.

Just for the night.

And with that thought, I get up off the couch and stand. Xavier follows suit, both of us stepping back from the three of them. Emmy is finally coming back down to herself, and I glance up at Derek. His lips are by her ear, and I know he is whispering words of praise and comfort—it's his daddy nature. The one that usually comes out after he has made her skin glow red and her tears run dry.

We're all the same. We'll tear her down, shred her into pieces, and then put her back together again. Over and over.

Maybe he is feeling it too.

The need to claim her.

If the night were to end right now, I have no doubt that we'd gift her the maximum amount. Everything has been perfect. She is goddamn perfect.

Emmy blinks slowly, then again, her head slowly raising from where it has been lolling on Derek's shoulder. Her gaze lands on my face, then moves to Xavier's, then slowly, it moves to Darcy, whose fingers are still inside of her. When she looks down at him between her legs, her mouth forms an O, and his head ducks down as he splays both hands on her thighs once more.

She tries to buck her hips as squeaks and moans burst from her lips, but Derek and Darcy hold her still for a bit of post-orgasm torture.

This time, I let my grin spread across my lips. Her head shakes from side to side as she tries to dislodge them both, but never once does she utter the words no or stop .

Just as it looks like she is truly in pain, Darcy pulls back and lets go of her legs as he stands, staring down at her. Derek repositions his hands from her ass to her thighs, continuing to hold her open for us.

Fuck, I want my turn at licking that pretty little pink pussy. A combination of her cum and Darcy's saliva coat the puffy, pink flesh, making it shine, and my mouth waters.

But that's it for now. Her pleasure is over.

Now it's our turn.

But before we go any further another check-in is required.

"Emmy, what's your color?" A tiny prick of irritation that we have to keep checking in hits me. We've never found anyone like Emmy. Someone willing to not only give us group play but also a scene. And what a fucking scene she has given us.

Her chest heaves and her thighs clench, but she manages to make eye contact with me. "Green, Daddy."

Fuck. Me.

That is not going to get old.

Even though it can pull at the flow of a scene, we've all agreed to checking in with Emmy during each lull in play. Considering her lack of experience with this lifestyle and the somewhat extreme nature of each of our personal kinks, we know it's up to us to make sure that she is still consenting. The power dynamic leans in our favor.

We have the experience.

We have the numbers.

We have the overall physical presence.

And we have the cash that she wants.

And I have to keep reminding myself of that last part.

She's not at Obsession, the BDSM club we frequent, exploring a gangbang scene with four daddy sadists. No, just for tonight, she is letting four men use her body however they like for the cash they can offer.

The reminder of our situation leaves a sour taste in my mouth, and I wish I could have a stiff drink to wash it away. But none of us play after we've had a drink. Ever. We take our responsibilities seriously when a submissive gives us all the power.

I take a deep breath and bring myself back into the moment.

There is nothing I can do about it now, even though I wish this was more than just a single scene.

I catch Derek's eye and give a subtle nod. He whispers something in her ear, probably telling her what's to come, since her eyes widen and dart between the three of us. He slowly manipulates her legs, first bringing her knees together and then lowering them until her toes touch the ground. He reaches beside him and tosses a decorative pillow on the ground just in front of them.

The tip of her tongue darts out and wets her bottom lip as she eyes the swell under mine, Darcy's, and Xavier's pants, all three of us clearly more than a little turned on. With her exposed breasts on display, arms still bound behind her back, and her long, brunette hair a mess from the way she tossed it around while we played with her, she looks utterly decadent.

Derek sits up, cradling Emmy against his chest so that she is forced to sit up as well. With her arms still bound, she can't do too much for herself, which is exactly how we all want her—at our mercy.

When she is upright, I step forward and help Derek bring her to her knees on the pillow between all of us. I steady her, cup her face with my hand, and force her to look up at me. Her pupils are still blown wide, and she tips her cheek into my hand. I hunker down to her level, pulling at my trousers to give my cock room as I do so.

When I'm at eye-level, I draw her close and kiss her. Releasing her face, I palm both of her breasts. She gasps, opening her mouth beneath my own, and I fuck my tongue into her as I tweak her nipples. Emmy makes a sound that goes straight to my cock, and it takes more discipline than I'm happy with to pull back.

"Are you ready for us to use this pretty little mouth? You'll probably have bruised and swollen lips from how hard we are going to take it. It's nothing but a hole for us to fuck into. Just like your pussy. Nothing but a hole." I don't mention her ass, since it's something she marked as not interested , even though I desperately want to see my cock, slick with lube, disappearing in and out of that tight little hole. "We're going to use and abuse both of them until we're satisfied that every time you use your mouth or try to sit down tomorrow, you'll be thinking of us with each flinch."

Her throat works and her eyes are wide, but she doesn't stop looking me in the eye; the entire time, I twist and pull at her nipples until she is panting. Only then do I let go and stand back up, and with no hesitation, I undo my belt, allowing the metal clasps to clank against each other in a way that usually has subs losing their minds.

Xavier and Darcy follow suit, and Emmy's eyes dart between the three of us, watching as we all work our zippers down and pull the waistband of our briefs low enough that our cocks appear inches away from her face.

She's seen all of us in the pictures we gave her access to this morning. She knows one of us has a piercing through their crown and another has a curved cock. When her eyes land on Xavier's cock and widen, I know she's found the piercing. It's not his only one. The pictures we sent were taken about a year ago.

We've all had body modifications done since then, mostly more ink, but several more piercings. I doubt she'll discover all of them tonight, since this isn't about her exploring each of us. No, this is about all of us using her for our group kink dynamic.

If we had one more night . . . Fuck.

I reach for my cock and give it a single long stroke that Emmy watches with rapt attention. Stepping right up to her, I press the head against her lips. She doesn't resist, and I sink my cock past her pink lips, the hot wetness of her tongue massaging the underside.

Her cheeks hollow as I pause, half my length in her mouth, and I feel the suction she applies, my balls tightening alarmingly at the sensation. Pulling back, I stare down at her as she sucks at the very head, tongue coming out to play with the slit. I swallow and have to breathe through my nose, willing my cock to calm the fuck down.

You will not come on the first fucking suck.

Jesus christ, it's like being fourteen all over again.

Changing gears, I reach for her chin and grip either side of her jaw firmly, then start to shallowly fuck her mouth. Small thrusts, letting her get used to the motion. She's good, stays perfectly still, letting me do my thing.

Emmy's focus is trained on my face, her head tilted back the slightest amount and, fuck, watching my cock disappearing in and out of such an angelic-looking face is once again pushing me to the edge.

I need to wreck her a little more.

On my next thrust forward, I don't pull up. I keep pushing in, slowly, until I'm pressing up against the back of her throat. Her eyes widen, and this time, when her cheeks sink inward, it's not because she is sucking. No. It's her first gag of the evening.

Her entire body convulses, and her eyes water as I pull back, but she doesn't draw away. Instead, she leaves her mouth open, the head of my cock resting on the tip of her tongue as she struggles to get herself back under control.

This girl.

I want to fucking keep her.

I change my grip to her hair, fisting it tightly, and drive my cock back into her, finally giving in to the threat of abusing her tender throat. But the surprises keep on coming. Where I expect to hit the back of her throat again, I don't. Instead, I slip right on past and sink in until her nose is buried in the dip above my cock and she is forced to break eye contact because of the angle.

And then she fucking swallows. Her throat muscles spasm around my cock. It takes me a moment to remember to pull back, so she can breathe.

I was so fucking wrong.

We aren't going to wreck her.

She is going to destroy us.