25. ~Skylar~

Masked men surrounded me on all sides.

Adrenaline was thrumming through me as I laid there spread out on the black silk sheets of the mammoth bed and took in the gold and black designs that hid their faces from me, the muted light of the room making them look all the more eerie and a whole lot menacing.

I squirmed, feeling exposed in just a vibrant-blue lace negligee that barely covered my thighs, my heaving breasts from my heavy breathing drawing all the more attention to them.

The skin around my wrists and ankles was highly-sensitized from the silk ties wrapped around them binding me spread-eagle to the bed.

Three sets of eyes devoured me, sweeping over every inch of me.

The dark promise there had adrenaline giving way to erotic anticipation, my blood roaring in my ears, my core clenching.

Because these masked men were my masked men.

The promise in their eyes was one I couldn't wait for them to carry out.

To ravish me.

To decimate me.

To hurt me so good.

To work my body to their will.

To absolutely descend on me with no mercy.

I jolted as Caleb suddenly ran his fingers down between my breasts and all the way to my stomach. I hated even the thin fabric of my negligée barring actual skin-to-skin contact.

I bucked as he neared my pussy, needing him to move lower, to touch me there.

I was already so worked up from them agreeing to don their masks for this, from King deciding to take it to the next level by binding me to his massive bed. And from the sight of three hard cocks just out of my reach with all their muscle and ink on display in a hell of a teasing way.

I whimpered as Caleb didn't touch me where I needed it most and then even pulled his hand away. "She's hot to the touch," he told King and Bastian. And then a sly grin played on his lips. "Let's cool her down."

I heard some clinking on either side of me and I looked out to see Bastian and Caleb both delving their hands into a bowl of crushed ice-cubes that they'd prepped earlier while King had tied me up.

They next thing I knew, they were each lifting the cups of my negligee and pushing some of the crushed ice inside. I gasped as the cold was like freezer-burn on my feverish skin. Then they both put the cups back in place and slapped them, keeping the ice there torturing my breasts.

I writhed and tugged against the binds.

I was so caught up in it that I didn't realize what King was up to until the hem of my dress was suddenly flipped up to my stomach, baring my naked pussy beneath.

I saw a popsicle in his hand. Well, what looked like a popsicle with a plastic handle, I knew from earlier that it was just made of ice, no fruit juices.

I'd expected him to trail it over my stomach, maybe my thighs, or shove it into my mouth and make me suck it all down until there was nothing left.

But then he smirked and slid it through my folds.

"Ah! Ah, shit!" I cried, shuddering.

The ice cubes were already abusing my breasts and nipples as it was… this was a whole other thing entirely.

He continued to drag it up and down, then around, before pressing the tip down on my clit for several excruciating seconds that had my hips bucking and me trying to twist away.

"So sensitive," he said, pulling it from my clit and making me draw in ragged breaths. "This is going to be exquisite torture for you, love."

His eyes darkened, looking particularly sinister with the mask in place.

And then he shoved the popsicle inside, burying it deep inside my pussy.

I shrieked and tugged violently at the binds.

He didn't let up, instead driving it in and out of me rapid-fire with vicious force.

"Ah! Fuck! Oh my God!" I screamed out as the freezing cold tore through my walls, and I clenched down around it automatically, despite it making the blistering cold sensation all the more intense.

I felt a hand sliding under my ass, angling me a little, and then something hard, yet so slick started to breach my asshole. I jolted at the intrusion, then grunted as it was forced past the tight ring and then burrowing in deeper and deeper, while King fucked me like a brutal bastard with the ice.

I was suddenly aware of a warmth coming from whatever was sinking into my ass.

Then as it started being dragged in and out at an excruciatingly slow and sensual pace, that warmth graduated to real heat.

I was beside myself, the ice with the heat… it was sending mixed signals to my body, driving me to distraction.

"What the hell?" I gasped. "Shit."

As I writhed on the bed as it consumed me, all my nerve-endings sparking at such an intense level, I couldn't breathe easy, I managed to look out to see Bastian at King's side, him being the one easing something in and out of my ass.

"What is that?" I choked out.

"Uh uh," King chided. "Your role is to take it, not to question. Feel only. No thinking."

As if to push that, Caleb suddenly climbed onto me, his head facing my legs, his cock in my face.

"Choke on me like our desperate little slut," he ordered, slapping my cheek with his hard cock, before positioning himself over my face, then rolling his hips so his cock slid right down my throat.

He had me spluttering around him right away. "That's right. Nothing like a gagging throat around a big dick."

"Fuck, yeah," Bastian groaned.

As Caleb forced me to deep throat him, I felt my pussy being spread open.

And then he was flicking my clit.

Literally flicking it with his fingers.

Hard.

I squealed around his cock pumping in and out of my mouth and ravaging my throat.

All three of them picked up their pace at the same time.

And then all that existed was sensation.

Conflicting, super intense, mind-numbing sensation.

Pleasure and pain sparked everywhere, colliding, and swirling, until pleasure built in my core, building and building until I was snarling around Caleb's cock and fucking back on him with everything I had, wanting to get him deeper, to swallow more of him, every fucking inch.

Instead of writhing and fighting the ice, heat, and the torture of my clit, I succumbed, letting it roll over me, until I found myself trying to push them for more, rolling my hips and pushing into Caleb's fingers too.

"Fuck," Caleb groaned. "She's almost got me."

Bastian reached out and grabbed the base of his cock, tightening his fingers like a makeshift cock ring.

"Jesus Christ," Caleb grunted.

"How does it feel?" Bastian said, grinning, referencing when Caleb had forced him to endure that, denying him release.

"Fuck, B," Caleb said, as Bastian twisted his fingers around his base.

God,all of it was too much.

The wave hit me so suddenly, tearing through me, and making me scream out around Caleb's cock.

He suddenly pulled his cock free and climbed off me, just as Bastian and King withdrew the dildos.

I thought it was them giving me time to come down from that intense orgasm.

Until King spread my pussy open, then delved inside like a beast, lashing at my clit, eating out my cum, then making me drip for him even more.

"Ah! God!" I screamed, as another orgasm slammed into me, and he ate it all up.

Drawing back, he grinned at me as he licked his lips in a hell of an erotic way that had me squirming. "Still with us?"

He was challenging me, while also trying to gauge how much I could take, likely.

That time on the couch in the living room had just been an appetizer to him.

I grinned back at him. "Absolutely."

He lifted his chin at Bastian and Caleb, and the next thing I knew, Bastian was snatching up a blade from one of the nightstands. He came to me, then drew the flat of the blade down over my throat, then across the side. A sharp pain jolted me as he purposely nicked me. Then Caleb was there leaning in and soothing it with his tongue, lapping at my blood.

Bastian cut through the straps of my negligee, then dragged the blade down the center, nicking at my stomach several times along the way.

Then he stepped back as Caleb's tongue went to work, lavishing me and soothing all the burning scrapes, making me undulate beneath him as warm pleasure rolled through me.

Then he brushed away the scraps and pushed away the ice cubes on my breasts that hadn't yet all melted.

And then he was sucking my flesh into his mouth, then flicking my ice-cold and very hard nipples with his tongue, alternating between the two over and over until he soothed all the cold. As sensation returned, a painful pins and needles in my nipples feeling had me groaning and writhing on the sheets.

The binds were suddenly cut by Bastian and I was free to move. I reacted off instinct and grabbed at the back of Caleb's head, holding him to me as he ravished my breasts.

He pulled back all too soon as Bastian moved in and nicked my nipples, making me grind on the sheets. He kept going until pearls of blood were leaking over my skin, then trickling down my body in little rivulets.

"Yes," I moaned at the sting and sheer dark eroticism of it, not to mention the hooded looks from all three of them through their masks.

King stepped up to me, stroking his big cock and as I gazed at his piercings, Caleb noticed, then moved to him and started playing with them, tugging them, making King's eyes roll back in his head.

"Ever had a pierced cock before, darlin?"

I shook my head.

Their eyes lit up.

"Fuck, yeah," Caleb said. "When Cas is fucking into you, you'll feel them scraping your insides, touching nerve-endings you didn't even know you had, driving you out of your fucking mind."

"You want that?" Bastian asked, as he dragged his dick over my cheek, then pushed against my lips. But as I opened, he smirked, then drew back, being a little tease.

"Yes," I breathed, eyeing King.

He stepped forward and shocked me as he dragged his cock all over my breasts and chest, down my stomach, slicking his entire shaft in my blood. It had me panting and licking my lips. It was so deliciously fucked up.

"Get on your hands and knees," King commanded. "Spread your ass open to me."

I just did, just fucking well did it.

I was on all fours in a second, then bracing myself on my elbows as I reached back and opened my ass to him.

"Mmm, such a beauty," he said, tracing a finger around my hole, then making me jolt as he shoved two inside me. "Perfect. Still so slick from that special lube." I whimpered with need as he twisted them and felt around inside me. "The burning has subsided. It's tightened up your abused ass. It's gonna be a tight fit. You think you can handle that, love?"

"Yes. Please. I want you. I want all of you all over me. Now. Fucking now."

The three of them chuckled at my shameless need blatantly on display for them to see.

King teased me for a few more moments, before roughly pulling his fingers free, then reached down and shoved them into my mouth, making me taste myself.

I swirled my tongue and suctioned them into my mouth.

"That filthy fucking mouth of yours, Jesus fuck," Bastian groaned.

"Uh uh, her mouth is mine," Caleb told him. "And if she's my good little slut, she'll get a special treat too. Well, another treat aside from the gift of my cum, of course."

"Jeez," Bastian said. "You and your filthy fucking mouth too."

"Is that an offer, B?" He opened his mouth wide and waggled his tongue at Bastian's cock.

Their conversation was brought to a halt when a long moan was pulled out of me as King suddenly pushed into my ass.

"Oh, God," I uttered, as I felt his studs scraping my walls, creating a sensation unlike anything I'd ever felt before. It was all-consuming and it had me going so still, taking in every moment as he eased out a little, then pushed in deeper than before. He kept doing it over and over, stilling and stopping, then feeding me more and more of his cock until he was seated balls deep.

"Feel him breaking that tight ass open, darling?" Caleb asked.

King rolled his hips and I let go of my ass cheeks and slammed my hands into the sheets. "More! God, more! Please! Fuck me, King!"

He stroked my hair. "Mmm, you do beg so exquisitely. How could I deny you the ass fucking of your life after that, hmm?" He leaned in and growled at my ear, his hot breath sending a tremble through me. "I'm deep inside your beautiful ass, I've had my fingers and tongue all over you, you're here in my home once again, I think it's about time you called me Caspian, love."

Despite all the overwhelming intensity, his cock lodged so deep and stretching my sensitive ass, he had me chuckling. "Caspian," I breathed. "Move. Please. I need you. I need you all."

"Good girl." He nipped my earlobe, then pulled out all the way to his tip, before slamming back inside and rocking me up the bed from the force of his thrust.

I screamed out into the room.

It just spurred him on as he found his rhythm quickly and powered into me with brutal, rapid-fire thrusts.

God, the way his piercings rubbed my walls, his thick cock stretching me open, his short nails digging into my ass cheeks… it was another level. All I could do was succumb and revel in every moment of his rough ass-fucking, fighting to meet his thrusts, slamming back against him.

"That's right, take your pleasure, love."

"Bounce on that big cock," Caleb uttered, his voice rough with arousal and a whole lot of need.

"She needs more," Caspian spoke. "Bastian."

A whimper escaped me as Caspian abruptly stopped, then pulled out. I went to crane my neck to see what was going on, but then Bastian was there sinking down onto the bed. He picked me up, then settled on his back and guided me onto his cock. We both groaned as he slid deep into my pussy.

"Already soaking my cock, baby," he choked.

His hands wrapped around my back and then he was trapping my breasts against his hard chest, holding me there on top of him.

He rolled his hips, fucking into me with slow, deep, mind-numbing thrusts.

Caspian grabbed my hips and then slammed back inside my ass.

I lurched and screamed, Bastian's grip the only thing holding me steady.

"Ah, shit," Bastian grunted.

"Feeling those piercings teasing the fuck out of your shaft like I told you, huh?" Caleb told him, smirking as he knelt on the bed beside our heads, stroking his cock right in front of us, just inches away.

"Ungh," Bastian gasped, then gritted his teeth as I felt Caspian grinding into my ass as Bastian rolled his hips. "I fucking feel it, feel you right there, Cas. Christ."

A dark chuckle came from Caspian. "You want Caleb to take over, sweetheart?"

"No," he choked. "Don't stop." He threw his head back, his arms banding tighter around me as he savored a feeling he obviously wasn't used to.

"Thought so," Caleb said, grinning and stroking Bastian's hair with his free hand. "Just relax into it, let it roll over you. Her tight little cunt squeezing your shaft, his dick rubbing real good against yours, let it take you, B."

Bastian let out a long groan, succumbing.

Caleb started fisted his own cock wildly.

Their reactions sent a shudder of pleasure through me, seeing them both losing it at the heavy eroticism taking us all over just served to heighten everything even more so.

I threw out my hand and snaked it around Bastian's nape, jerking him to me.

He lifted his head, then our mouths collided in a ravenous kiss.

They started alternating their thrusts, both Bastian and Caspian picking up the pace as well as the ferocity as they powered into me, stuffing me to the brim with their cocks. The feel of them both moving inside me was out of this world.

I broke my kiss with Bastian to suck in a breath, panting at the intensity.

As Bastian lifted his head, chasing my lips, Caleb slid his cock between us. Bastian inadvertently licked his shaft while trying to hook my tongue and bring me back to him. It had Caleb smirking and Bastian's eyes shooting wide. He stilled for a moment, but then sank into it and then we were both kissing each other while slicking Caleb's cock in the process, feral things lost to the moment.

I turned my head then and dove down onto Caleb's cock, sucking him down my throat.

He growled and grabbed Bastian's shoulder to steady himself.

I grinned around my mouthful and brought my teeth into play, giving him the bite of pain that he needed. His nails sank into Bastian's flesh and that had Bastian fucking me even harder.

I could feel it coming, pleasure reaching one hell of a crescendo, one I wasn't sure I was prepared for.

Then Caspian raked his nails down my back, making me shriek, and I crashed over the edge, shrieking as I convulsed in their arms, clenching down around both their cocks and sucking painfully hard on Caleb's too.

"Shit," Caleb grunted, pulsing in my mouth and struggling to hold off his release.

Caspian roared and then I felt his hot cum shooting deep inside my ass, filling me up.

"Oh God," I gasped at the delicious sensation.

He pulled out of my well-used ass, and then I felt him scooping his cum out, making me tremble all over.

I saw him stalking around to Caleb in my peripheral vision.

When he reached him, I took in his cock covered with his own cum as he came up behind Caleb, then started rubbing his shaft between his ass cheeks, up and down, over his hole.

"Fuck, Cas," he cried, pumping wildly down my throat. Yes! Fuck, yes!

Caspian ran his hands all over Caleb's chest, his throat, tugging at his nipples, then fisting his hair, until he was absolutely delirious with pleasure as he teased his hole, but never actually pushed inside, torturing him, playing with him.

It made Caleb into a wanton mess.

He snatched something up from under one of the pillows and I only caught a flash of purple before he was reaching between me and Bastian then pushing it into my folds, before shoving it against my clit.

A low humming started, but seconds later a powerful buzzing began.

"Ah!" I cried around his cock.

"Your treat, darlin… Mmph… fuck… Cas… Skylar… I'm gonna fucking come."

Bastian threw his head back as the buzzing assaulted his cock too. He shifted me on him and Caleb chased my mouth as Bastian lifted me up, his cock nor the vibrator he was pressing to me never leaving me for a second. Bastian dug his fingers into my hips, then went fucking crazy, matching my throat fucking of Caleb's cock.

Grunts and roars filled my ears as my eyes rolled back in my head with the pleasure building so rapid fire. The stimulation was so intense, I could barely breath through it and I was choking on Caleb's cock soon enough.

And then it hit, ecstasy tearing through me as my orgasm took me hostage.

Bastian cursed, then came deep inside me, his hot cum flooding me.

It took me to another level entirely, and as Caleb spurted down my throat, then pulled out and sprayed over my breasts too, it just went on and on, my whole body shuddering violently with an overload of pleasure.

When Caleb pulled the vibrator away, I collapsed on Bastian.

Holy. Hell.

I was barelyaware of what they were doing, the aftercare protocol.

But I was acutely aware of every brush of their fingers on my body, their warmth encompassing me, and their care and utter worship.

I smiled to myself as I sank into the bed covers and they wrapped themselves around me.

I was safe and adored.

Every moment with them was thrilling beyond measure and served to fill up that emptiness inside of me that had plagued me for so long.

With them here with me, there was no more of that.

They'd taken it all away.

Being with them was like nothing I'd ever come close to feeling before.

And there was absolutely nowhere else I'd rather be.

They really had become everything to me.

And that terrified me beyond measure.

What was happening to me?

What were they doing to me?

I was parched.

I'd woken up to find Bastian and Caleb wrapped tightly around me on Caspian's bed.

Part of me hadn't wanted to leave their warmth.

But the other… that other more wary and defensive part had found it stifling.

Concerning.

I made my way down the mansion corridors, wrapping the fancy bathrobe around me as I took in the fully lit corridors. Even in the middle of the night, the place was completely lit up.

Weird.

Maybe Caspian had turned the lights on when he'd left the bed sometime earlier. I wondered where he'd gone off to. I'd figured I would wake up to find him there with us too. Especially given the fact that it was actually his bed.

I made my way to the kitchen and as I dipped inside, I pulled up short, finding the elusive Caspian King right there, sitting up at the kitchen island eating a cupcake. A delicious looking vibrant-pink one.

He was shirtless, all that packed muscle on display, a pair of navy silk pajama pants covering his lower half.

He shoved his long hair back. "Come in, love. I don't bite."

I jolted at him sensing me, especially with how quiet I'd been moving and then observing for a few moments.

"Well, not outside of sex, anyway," he added, craning his neck and grinning at me.

I laughed and pulled up a seat opposite him at the island.

Gesturing at the cupcake, I asked, "Is that raspberry?"

"Strawberry cheesecake stuffed cupcakes."

"Sounds delicious."

"They are. It's my mom's recipe."

I started. "Your mom's?"

He licked some icing off his lips, then gave a nod. "She used to make them for me as a means to soothe me when I was young. Comfort food, if you will."

"That's really sweet."

And so was him actually telling me this, something so intimate.

"She was. Through and through."

"And your dad?"

His lips quirked. "More of a master of the universe air. To the outside world predominantly, but sometimes it was hard for him to shut it off at home too. It was why he and my mom worked so well together, she could soothe that in him."

"Is that what Bastian and Caleb do for you?"

"They tether me to my humanity." He rose to his feet and walked to a bakery box on the counter. He opened it and pulled out another cupcake nestled among another four. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a bottle of water. Returning, he pushed both across the island toward me. How he knew I was thirsty was beyond me. He was a whole other level of perceptive. "As for that soothing aspect, I believe that's what you can provide us."

I took a couple of big gulps from the water bottle, savoring it as it helped to ease my dry throat. Well, also, my very recently fucked throat. Just the brief spark of memory of last night had me tingling. I swallowed past it, then responded to Caspian's comment, "I remember you telling me that before."

"Your presence, your interactions with the three of us provides a stabilizing element that we've been without before. You've seen Bastian's struggle, and growing close to you has given him a sense of peace he's been missing since his father was taken from him. You also bring out Caleb's lighthearted side, managing to transcend the dark that lurks within him that's usually always right at the surface. And seeing my boys like this, brings a powerful sense of calm to me as well. As I can see it does for you. You've found a place of belonging with us."

"I… yeah."

He studied me for several moments. "And that scares you."

"No… I mean… it's a lot, sure."

"That's why you left our bed. You felt suffocated."

Like before, it wasn't a question, but a statement.

"Most things worth doing contain an element of fear or apprehension, Skylar." He startled me as he suddenly grasped my hand in a firm grip. "Don't slip back into that denial. And don't make a habit out of running when things become overwhelming. Once you start, it's a very hard pattern to break. You'll miss out on a great deal doing so as well."

"That's not… things have just been moving very fast. I guess I haven't had time to take proper stock of things."

"I understand, but just make sure that taking stock isn't you second-guessing yourself or allowing fear to rule you."

"Caspian."

His hand tightened around mine. "It's not a weakness to feel vulnerable, to allow yourself to love. In fact, that takes strength and courage."

But what if I lose myself in the process?

"Okay," I said instead. "I hear you."

He released my hand and smiled. And then he rose to his feet and kissed my cheek. "I have a little bit of work to finish up, then I'll head back to the bedroom. When you're done devouring that cupcake, come back to bed. You need your rest."

I smiled out at him and gave a nod, watching as he strode out of the kitchen.

So that was why all the lights were on at night. Caspian never really stopped working, even in the extremely early morning hours.

As the weight of everything rolled over me, I released a heavy sigh and rested my head in my hand.

Shit.