“That’s my good maso girl,” Jonathan said, caressing her thighs as he eased deeper. “She loves getting her ass fucked.”
“I know.” Steve shoved his fingers in her pussy, where Ethan’s had been, and worked them in and out. “You’re not the only one who likes to torment her.”
She moaned softly. Fucked in the ass, her pussy full of Steve’s broad fingers, bound and trapped, on full display. Before, this had only been the stuff of fantasies. Now it was happening for real. And God, it felt really real.
“I’ve got her.”
That was Ethan’s voice. He held her waist as Steve moved aside, and poked his rigid cock against her front. How were they all so hard again? If she was a maso, they were all unrepentant sadists.
“Let’s see how this goes.” Ethan’s words brought her back to the present, to getting teased and fucked until she was ready to explode. When Jonathan pulled back, but not quite out of her ass, Ethan positioned his cock and drove into her pussy. She was so wet that he slid deep into her clenching sheath.
“Holy shit,” she whispered. “Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.”
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. “Do you want us to stop?”
She felt Jonathan’s hands tighten on her thighs. All she had to say was the first damn syllable of a safe word and they’d stop everything, but she wanted them to go on. She was just a little scared. Happy-scared.
“She wants it,” said Steve. “She wants you to make her take it.”
Yes, thank you. He put it into words for her because she was aroused beyond the power of speech. Jonathan drove into her ass again, lighting up all her senses, and then, as he withdrew, Ethan surged into her pussy, kissing her deeply at the same time. All she could do was cling to the chains that held her trapped there, between these two virile men.
They fucked her in a sensual rhythm as she moaned and squirmed, feeling so full it was almost like pain. Almost, but not really. Her own excitement aside, the guys also groaned and breathed harder and harder. They squeezed her, caressed her, made her crazy. When Ethan withdrew, gasping from his orgasm, Steve pushed into her pussy next, his arms wrapped around her waist. Now that he’d watched Ethan and Jonathan work, he got right into the rhythm, his vigorous thrusts almost lifting her from the floor. Jonathan’s thrusts grew more vigorous too.
The two of them were enough, more than enough to make her come from the sheer carnality of double penetration, but then Ethan was back, yanking on her hair, saying what she needed to hear.
“Let go,” he said, forcing her head back. “You want to come with both of them deep inside, don’t you?” He slid his hand down and caressed her clit with deft fingertips. “Come for us, birthday girl. Sweet, horny birthday girl.”
Finally, blissfully, she spiraled into a climax. As her pussy clamped on Steve and her ass constricted around Jonathan, they both fucked her deeper, their thrusts in perfect cadence with her pulsing orgasm. How else would musicians fuck, but in perfect rhythm? This was the most complex, most ecstatic music they’d ever made.
For long moments afterward, the three of them stood there, regaining their breath and their connection to the real world. When Steve and Jonathan pulled away to take off their condoms, Ethan stayed with her, hugging her, gently undoing the rope bra.
“Are you okay?” he whispered. “How was that?”
“Incredible,” she whispered back. “The craziest moment of my life.”
When the others returned, they undid the cuffs, and then she collapsed into all of them and drifted in their arms. Life was going on around them. Sex was going on around them, but all Ruby knew was the protective circle of bodies warming and soothing her, and stroking her trembling limbs.
“I think I came too hard,” she said plaintively. “I’m not sure I can walk.”
“We can carry you,” they all said at the same time.
She smiled a tired, satisfied smile and thought for the zillionth time how lucky she was. She held onto their shoulders, accepting kisses from them, each in their distinctive style, but each so loving and passionate that new arousal grew inside her.
“I’ve had enough of this club,” she said, “but not enough of you all. Let’s go back to the hotel.”
4.
They walked the short distance from Revolver in a kind of sex daze. Ruby barely noticed the other clubgoers on the streets now. All her awareness was focused on how strong Steve was, how long Ethan’s fingers were, and how effortlessly Jonathan could make her submit with a mere glance. Oh, and the moisture that still pooled between her legs under her lacy, virginal white dress.
Upstairs in the hotel room, all their clothes came off again. They climbed naked into the terrace’s spacious hot tub and stared at each other, amazed and delighted by what they’d done in the sprawling Berlin sex club. The guys passed Ruby around in the bubbling, steaming water, groping her, telling her about their favorite moments of the ménage. She couldn’t even think of a favorite moment. They were all her favorite moments. Of course, all the attention had been on her.