DEM
As soon as Victor and Jacob leave the room, it makes it easy for the rest of us to filter out to enjoy our nights. Tonight we have room nine, a room we’ve had before. It’s adequately equipped for your basic variety kinkster—an assortment of toys and tools for all your spanking, restraining, and pleasurable needs.
Kyra looks around the room, her eyebrows up in surprise. “This is nicer than I expected, kind of like a hotel suite.”
“What were you expecting?” Kerr closes the door behind us, engaging the lock.
The Club Sin staff have a master key to every room in case of emergencies, but considering they vet all members, and the hall monitors check room guests for ability to consent before allowing them entry.
“I don’t know.” She looks up. “Mirrored ceilings, plastic sheets, neon lights?”
I laugh, shrugging off my suit jacket and then loosening my tie. “There’s a voyeur room with one-way mirrors and stuff like that. Pretty much anything you’re curious about, they probably have a room to accommodate it.”
Kerr, who already has his shirt off, walks up behind her and slides his hands up her arms, pulling at the spaghetti strap ties holding her dress up. “Want to tell us your fantasies, Kitten?”
“I don’t know that I have any. My entire goal in my sex life has always been to come. That’s it. Now that you don’t always let me do that right away, I guess I need to come up with some new ones.”
“How about life fantasies?” O’Dell comes out of the bathroom, his jacket off, cuff links undone.
“What do you mean?”
“Do you want to be married? Kids? Do you want a career, go to school, own a bar?” I ask, losing concentration as Kerr drops the top of her dress.
“Marriage? Kids? That’s a lot to think about right now.” She leans her head back onto Kerr’s shoulder as her kneads and massages her breasts.
I pull off my shirt and kick off my shoes, approaching her from the front and dropping on one knee, sliding her dress off her hips to pool at her feet. “Whatever you want, we’re here to give it to you. Always.”
“Right now I want your wicked mouth on me.”
“I can do that, too.” I pull her leg up on my shoulder, spreading her thighs so I can bury my face in her pussy. She smells sweet, like honey, and one swipe of my tongue confirms it. “Honey dust?”
“Mmmhmmm.” She smiles down at me. “Dessert.”
“I have caramel sauce. And whipped cream.” Kerr slides his knee between her legs and pulls her back against him, spreading her farther for me.
“Later.” I grumble from between her thighs, covering her with my mouth and sucking her clit against my teeth. Kyra is beautifully responsive, her moans and hitched breathes one indication of her arousal. Then there is the way her hips involuntarily twitch as her orgasm builds, and she instinctively seeks her pleasure.
I slide two fingers inside her hot, wet center, stroking her engorged g-spot until I feel her cunt tightening.
“Not yet, Angel.” I pull my mouth away.
She no longer audibly complains, but only grumbles as she takes in a deep, soothing breath. I chuckle as I imagine hearing all the names she’s calling me in her head.
“It’s time to play, Cupcake.” O’Dell, the only one of the three of us completely naked, lifts Kyra out of Kerr’s grasp and carries her into the bedroom. I follow behind them, unzipping my pants and dropping them along with my boxers to the floor, while stroking my cock. O’Dell sits her on the edge of the bed and then stands over her. “On you knees, sweets.”
Kyra smiles sweetly and then positions herself with her ass in the air for his inspection. O’Dell slides his hand over her beautiful backside, pressing and wiggling the plug, causing her to squirm. “You like that, don’t you?”
“I do.”
“You like it when we fuck you with it in, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you ready to give yourself to us? All of you. Everything you’ve never given away?”
Dem and I flank O’Dell as he tempts and teases her, asking questions we already know the answer to.
Kyra looks over her shoulder at us. “Like my heart?”