“That, Sir. I need to come. It’s been so, so long.” Earnest tears spill down her cheeks now. The memory of how long since she’s been properly pleasured causes her heartache. I nod to him, and he drops to his knees behind her.
“Kiss her mouth.” Archer is still directing from his position to her side. He kneels, as well, his hands moving below the spanking bench to the open portion in the middle where her perky little breasts are dangling. Sharp gasps and the arch of her back tell me he’s playing with her nipples. I wonder if they turn a dark burgundy color as they harden. If so, they’ll match the deep plum her lips have turned as she bites away the bright red lipstick from earlier.
He doesn’t need to instruct me twice. I lean forward and angle my mouth against hers. With our hands back to being entwined, the angle’s a little awkward, but nothing’s stopping me from tasting her. I may have to wait my turn to eat her sweet kitty, but I can claim her mouth first. The way her mouth opens to allow me access makes me grunt and come a little in my pants. Not only has it been too long since I’ve been with a woman, but Garen’s got my dick so confused it doesn’t know what the fuck is going on.
He’s watching me intently while Poe and I kiss. Archer is oblivious to the byplay between Garen and me while he works at her breasts. I’m alone in Garen’s scrutiny. I yank a hand free of Poe’s, so I can squeeze my erection, hoping the tight vise of my fist can stave off the orgasm barreling toward me.
Garen leans forward, and I watch the broad flat of his tongue disappear as his mouth moves between her cheeks. The orange and white fake fur tail blocks my view of exactly what he’s doing to her, but the way her body shudders is unmistakable. His eyes never leave mine as he pulls away from her lower half, a shiny strand of girl cum connecting his lips to her soaked pussy.
“What’s the matter, Felix? Wish you were tasting this end, right now?” His hand moves, and I feel the way her mouth trembles under mine as her tongue stutters in pleasure. His hand withdraws from between her legs and stretches over her back toward me.
“Taste our little subbie’s cream, Felix. Lick the milk your pet has made for you.”
I eye his fingers for a moment, contemplating the impact this unexpected move might have on our friendship. I hesitate too long, and the blunt tips of his fingers mash against my lips where they’re still pressed to Poe’s. They wriggle their way between our mouths until he’s got his fingers past both of our lips. The ring and pinkie fingers of his right hand press against my tongue, massaging the muscle and smearing her juice over my tastebuds.
Strangling my dick in one hand is as completely ineffective at halting the orgasm blasting through me as it would be at holding back the ocean’s tide. One, two, five thick shots of thick sticky cum rip out of me. Each one more violent and aching than the last. I collapse onto my ass, too stunned to be embarrassed, while Archer looks at me as if I’ve been replaced by a pod person.
Maybe, I have been. I just jizzed in my pants like a teenager at his first circle jerk while my best friends and I shared a girl. I’m still gasping and trying to get my shit together when Archer moves into my place in front of Poe.
“Take a minute and figure that out, bro.” Garen’s laughing at me, but he’s also giving me a look that says he’s liking what he sees. Something unlocks inside me I wasn’t aware was waiting. Poe’s panting, and I’m unsure whether it’s because Garen’s still playing with her pussy while Archer twists and tugs at her nipples, or if she likes what just happened.
“Fuck, Sirs, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Pride pushes embarrassment out of the way. If it makes her hot, there’s nothing I won’t do.
CHAPTER10
POE
Sounds of sucking and slurping mix with the grunts and moans coming from all of us. It’s impossible to tell who’s is making what sound at this point. My body is on such overload I’m not even sure which parts are being touched. Every nerve ending feels as if it’s being plucked and toyed with.
“Little sub, you can come as many times as you want to tonight. Next time, though, you’re gonna have to earn each one.” Archer grins at me while his hands tug at my nipples. Always sensitive, the hoops in them are the perfect toggles for him to gently yank. Each tug drives my pleasure higher. Reaching orgasm won’t be a problem with these three.
“Can I…?” I don’t know the protocol here. We haven’t established rules specific to our grouping. No one’s told me to be silent, though, so I’ll ask for what I want. Garen’s focusing his attention on pleasuring me, and my body’s responding like Pavlov’s dog after a bell, but I need more. The stratospheric high I crave is just out of reach, but I think, I think—
“Anything goes tonight, Princess. What do you need? We’ll learn to read your cues in time, but for tonight, use your words.” Archer’s so patient with me. Even when he’s ordering me around, it feels as if his control is a safe harbor.
“I need to gag on your cock, Sir.” The words rush out of me in a single slurred moan as Garen clamps his teeth around the hard knot of my clit. By the end of my request, my pitch and volume are loud enough to wake the dead.
I’m thankful for the soundproofing quality of Club Sin, because wow! that was earsplitting. Even Felix laughs from his spot on the floor where he’s catching his breath. Archer moves back from the spanking bench to undress, and Felix crawls to lie half under the bench. He replaces Archer’s hands with his fingers and mouth, sucking at my nipples and wiggling his tongue around and through the metal hoops of each piercing.
“Don’t have to ask me twice, Princess. You can suck on me anytime you need to.” A vision of us lying on a sofa in a media room, a movie playing in the background and my head in his lap suckling on his dick hits me. Archer steps forward and slicks the precum pooling in the divot of his slit along my lower lip. I want it. Not just to gag on him right now, but the future I envision in my head. I want it all.
On my next breath in, Garen fits his mouth over my whole vulva and suctions it with more strength than I could imagine. My keening wail is cut off when Archer shoves his impossibly wide girth into my mouth. Before I can process it, his spongy tip is at the back of my throat, pressing against my gag reflex. Tears, hot and salty, immediately pour from my eyes as he withdraws so I can breathe.
“Remember the rule, pet. If you’re gagging on cock and need to safe word, snap your fingers.” Felix, takes my hand in his from below, cradling it and making sure I have the range of movement necessary to communicate. Just like that, my heart engages and ties itself in a knot around the three of them.
I’m still broken. Still unsure I can be the submissive three perfect Doms like Archer, Garen, and Felix deserve. But completely, irrevocably in love. Subspace materializes in front of me like the gates of Valhalla, an orgasm at my back pushing me through. Conscious thought dematerializes into mist as Archer’s rhythmic pumps take me higher and higher.
CHAPTER11
GAREN
Idon’t know what’s hotter, watching Poe fly apart and feeling her girl cum flood my face while Archer floods her tummy with his nut or knowing I flung Felix into an orgasm that completely shocked him. I’ve wondered if there could be some crossover play between us for years. Not between Archer and me. We’re both too dominant for that, and I’ve never gotten anything but straight vibes from him.
Felix, though? Sometimes, I’ve wondered if he might be more open to allowing me to play with him than he realizes. I know he’s never identified himself as bi. And to be honest, neither have I. I can’t pretend the urge to flex my dominance over him isn’t alluring. To see him shuddering from the same discipline we both want to subject Poe to. Only time will tell, I suppose. The way he’s watching me as I continue to lap at Poe tells me he’s not averse to the idea, either.
My dick is furious to be the last to come. Everyone in the room but me has gotten to the finish line, and my balls are so swollen with pent-up orgasm I’m not sure I can walk. I’m more into administering pain than enduring it, so someone’s got to pay for my suffering.