23. Chapter 21

Chapter 21

Derek

Xavier whispers something to Emmy, and she stiffens in his arms before jerking her head back to look at him, her long brown hair fanning out the smallest amount. She stares at him with his cock buried inside of her.

I tense, wondering if he's pushed her too far. Do I need to intervene?

But then she surges forward and takes him completely by surprise with a kiss. The muscles in her thighs tense as she pulls herself up, almost pulling right off Xavier before sinking back down. His fingers dig into the black lace covering her ass, and I know that tomorrow she'll have bruises from the punishing grip.

I clench my hands into fists around the edge of the cushion I'm sitting on, the fabric giving way in an unsatisfying squish. My cock is so goddamned hard that I could hammer nails with it. If I was more decorous, I'd give some sort of shit about how it's the only part of me exposed and pointing straight up at the fucking ceiling like a goddamn flagpole.

But I'm not, at least not in this part of my life. In my family and work life, I'm considered the straight-laced, rule-following asshole. Actually, that's true in this part of my life as well; I just unleash my base nature and desires as well.

Somehow, Xavier manages to walk toward the room that Hudson and Darcy have already disappeared into. I crane my neck until I can't see them anymore, then, and only then, I force myself to stop and take a moment.

This girl.

I grip the base of my cock and give it a squeeze, refusing to allow myself a single stroke. I'm riding way too close to the edge, and tonight still has plenty more left to go.

Would she be interested in extending our invitation to encompass the whole weekend? That way, if tonight ends a lot earlier than we planned, then we could have more of her.

Something to bring up later.

A feminine moan comes from the room, and heat rushes up the back of my neck.

What are they doing to her?

Is Xavier still inside her?

Has Darcy sandwiched Emmy between him and Hudson?

Is Hudson eating that pretty little pussy as one of them tunnels into her?

My cock jerks in my grip, and I grit my teeth as my balls draw up. I quickly reach down and squeeze them hard enough that a shock of pain zips up into my stomach, helping me back away from the precipice.

Fuck.

"Fuck, yeah, princess, that's it." Darcy's voice sounds like he's talking with shards of glass lodged in his throat, a sign that his night is as close to the end as my own.

Now that my orgasm isn't riding on the back of my heels, I'm able to get up and add my clothes to the pile on the dining room table.

My hand itches with the need to bring out some toys to torture Emmy with, but I didn't bring my play bag with me. No, I'd left that at our play apartment.

Several years ago, we'd all grown dissatisfied with only being able to play at Obsession, our local BDSM club. It wasn't that the club is subpar, far from it. Madame Devangeline, the owner of the club, has ensured that every item, implement, and prop is of the highest quality. Every room is well equipped for its purpose or theme. Nothing is worn down in a detrimental way, only from use. And the members are all vetted to within an inch of their lives.

No, it hadn't been the club. Instead, the casualness of the place, the laissez-faire vibe of it all bothered us. To this day, none of us are interested in casual plays—tonight being the exception. Finding a woman, of any age, who would like to engage in group play is a difficult thing. And getting them to engage in group play at a BDSM club was an even harder sell. Don't even think about mentioning our craving for a baby girl who is willing to brat for us on occasion.

So, we'd solved the problem by creating our own little house of terrors for our play partners. The condo is now open plan, of sorts. We left behind the master bedroom and en-suite, but had the remaining two bedrooms and bath demolished. The open space is filled with custom-built, handmade wood and leather furniture that meets our needs. It has everything from a dining room table to a St. Andrew's cross. Unfortunately, we've only ever used it in solo sessions and a handful of threesomes. We've never managed to find our unicorn. Until Emmy.

The invitation that Emmy accepted has been up for several months, almost a year, if I'm more accurate. We've had a few curious sugar babies message us during that time, but we'd had no acceptances until yesterday. And the speed with which she'd accepted almost had me calling an end to things before they'd started.

But, just like she'd said, she knows who she is and what she can handle.

And, fuck, is she handling the four of us well.

Another feminine moan, then much deeper male groans spur me across the room to the doorframe. My gut clenches when the scent of sweat and sex hits me, and I see the four of them all writhing together on the bed.

Xavier gave up his spot between Emmy's legs to Darcy, who has all the pillows propped up behind him, allowing him to recline against the head of the bed with Emmy impaled on his cock, reverse-cowgirl style. Her arms are pinned between her back and Darcy's front so that those gorgeous fucking breasts are on display. Her head is turned to the side so that Hudson, who is kneeling beside the two of them, can fuck her mouth.

The way his cock turns her moans into unintelligible, sloppy gurgles is fucking everything.

My gaze roams down her body, stopping on Xavier's curly hair at the apex of her spread legs. Darcy's hands grip the undersides of her thighs, forming a perfect V for Xavier to fit between.

Stepping into the room, I spot an armchair in the corner, and I move to sit there. The angle is perfect for viewing the activities on the bed. I take my seat, then lean back, really wishing I had a drink to sip while I watch. But drinking and playing is not something we do, especially not on the first play.

From this new vantage, I can see that the strained expression on Darcy's face is because his cock is buried inside Emmy. His grip on her thighs isn't just holding her open, it's holding her up as he thrusts up into her, over and over again.

Xavier has his hands cupping her ass cheeks, supporting her as well, all while his mouth moves right over the top of her clit.

"Fucking hell, kitten. Yes, suck my cock like the greedy little girl that you are," Hudson rumbles as he thrusts in and holds his position so deep that I can see Emmy's throat convulsing around him.

A tear runs down the side of her cheek, her eyes are wide and pleading, and she gives a tiny shake of her head. Hudson pulls out, a string of saliva keeping him connected to her.

She doesn't waste a minute before she starts begging to come. "Oh god, please, please. Can I come? Please, Daddy. Please. I'm so close, please."

Darcy glances over at me, and I give a slight shake of my head.

He smirks back before lifting Emmy off of him and putting his glistening cock between Xavier's mouth and Emmy's pussy. Xavier pushes up to kneeling and stares down at Emmy.

She sobs, and my heart actually hurts for her, the pain she must be in. But then a drop of precum pearls at the slit of my cock, and I don't feel so bad about her pain.

"Take her outfit off," I demand as I give myself a slow pump. "I want to see all that smooth, creamy flesh as you fuck her into the mattress."

Darcy glances at me with a frown.

Internally, I roll my eyes. Taking the lingerie off results in her not being bound anymore. Well, too fucking bad. He wasn't supposed to tie her up tonight, anyway.

I'm not exactly the alpha of the group—the four of us are way too dominant for any of us to be in control of the others. No, I'm just the one who is able to keep his head better than the rest. Which tends to leave me in decision-making roles.

And right fucking now, I want to see her naked. And I know Hudson and Xavier will vote my way as well.

Hudson takes the choice out of Darcy's hands and leans her forward enough for him to make quick work of the bindings. He undoes one arm and slowly rotates it around to her front. Emmy barely seems to react to her newfound freedom, too busy making quiet whimpering noises as she tries to grind against Darcy with her head hanging forward, hair falling over her shoulders to curtain her face from me.

Xavier takes hold of her shoulders, steadying her as Hudson does the other arm. I frown when she doesn't seem to move, and Xavier must be having the same troubled feeling as me because he grabs her chin and forces her to look at him.

The look on her face is fucking glorious.

Pupils blown out.

Wet lips, puffy and pink.

A faint line of mascara down her cheek.

Sweat around her hairline.

"Color," he demands.

She shivers, then manages to slur out one word. "Green."

I relax and they all move, repositioning until Emmy is on her hands and knees with her ass aimed at Hudson. He reaches down, positions himself at her entrance, and slides in, bliss written all over his face. When he has a hold of himself, he leans forward and gathers her hair into one fisted grip and slowly applies tension until her head is pulled upright.

Her mouth pops open at the tight sensation, and Xavier takes the opportunity to hold his cock so that the head is resting on her lips. Her tongue snakes out and laps at the tip, tracing around the smooth skin until she finds the piercing. She sucks on the ring, drawing it between her teeth and licking at it.

Then her entire body rocks as Hudson finds a punishing speed, the claps of their skin colliding filling the room. On the counterthrust, Xavier starts up his own rhythm, the two of them owning her from both ends.

Veins appear in Emmy's throat as she struggles to take both of them with her head tilted at such a sharp angle. My gaze roams all over her, snagging on the way her breasts are bouncing with the violent use of her body. Her fingers dig into the mattress beneath them, and her ass arches into the air.

She suddenly gasps as Xavier pulls back and allows Darcy in. He holds his cock out to her, slowly pumping it until precum appears. Emmy greedily laps it up, and I imagine the way her tongue would feel doing the same to mine.

At some point, I've moved my hand to pump my cock and haven't noticed until my gut starts to clench, my orgasm once again trying to rule me. With great effort, I remove my hand and breathe through my nose several times to will it away.

I don't think I'm going to get away with that a third time.

Darcy doesn't bother finding a rhythm; he simply uses her mouth for his own pleasure, and I think Emmy might actually be enjoying that more.

"This fucking pussy is so tight," Hudson grinds out as he slams into her as sweat beads along his forehead. "Such a good little fuck toy for me. Taking my whole cock like you were made for me, for us. Are you going to come for me, kitten? You going to come on my cock like the slutty little girl you are?"

Darcy thrusts once more before pulling out, and Emmy sucks in a lungful of air. "Daddy, please."

Darcy thrusts back into her mouth, cutting off her whine. While he is busy distracting her, Xavier and Hudson trade places. Darcy's moans have started to sound pained, and with the way Hudson is stroking his cock, I know he is fighting the edge himself.

We all fucking are.

When Xavier enters Emmy from behind, Darcy sinks the full length of himself into her mouth, holding there. Without her hair being held, it lies in a twisted rope down her back, and she has control over her angle. But even with that, I can see the way her throat has filled with his cock.

She gags, her stomach clenching as her body works to expel the foreign object, but he holds where he is, staring down at her. Xavier starts pumping into her, hands gripping her hips as he rocks in and out.

Emmy's face is red, and a vein has appeared between her eyes, along with a wild gleam as she struggles to hold in her primal urge to survive. But she is so good. She stays still, trusting in Darcy to give her air when she needs it.

And he does. When he finally lets her catch a breath, he pulls out all the way, dropping her head. She continues to gag, her entire body jolting from her life saving actions, combined with Xavier's forceful thrusts.

Hudson is there to feed her his cock a little early for my liking, the daddy within me rising to the front as Emmy's eyes grow wide as her lips are stretched. The obscene noises that the four of them are making form the backing track to the dirty talk coming from Hudson and Darcy.

"Fuck yeah, suck that cock, little girl. I can feel the back of your throat as you gag. It's tightening around me, fuck, yes, just like that."

"She's such a good little cocksucker, absolutely fucking perfect at it."

"Did you need some air, kitten? Do you want to breathe? Or can you hold it for me? Can you be a good girl and hold it a little longer? You can do it, baby girl. Just a few more seconds, yes, fuck, that throat is so tight, kitten. You're making me so proud."

The entire time, Emmy stares up at Hudson as he fucks her face. Her eyes are glazed over, and with every piece of praise he gives her, she relaxes more. Submitting.

Jesus fucking christ.

I think this might be the best goddamn night of my life.