“We’ll talk about this more at the hotel, and then in the morning, we’re leaving to the next location,” Archie says through clenched teeth. I can tell he’s pissed. He’s practically white knuckling the steering wheel. John’s oddly quiet, but I could tell he was furious, just choosing to not say anything. Well, that wasn’t me.
The rest of the ride is silent and when Archie pulls up to the hotel, Red jumps out of the car before it can fully stop. My fucking firecracker’s hair is not going to be the only thing red when the night is over.
Chapter Fourteen
Robyn
Fucking Richard. I can’t believe he outed me like that to Archie. Can’t a girl process without three raging bulls breathing down her neck? I’m starting to like the days when he wasn’t interested in me. He’s lucky I love him… Oh shit. Did I just say that? I fucking love Richard York. When did that happen? Mind you, it’s a dark twisted love but it was totally love. How does one go tracking down a serial killer’s weapon and fall in love? Apparently, it’s not impossibe because, well fuck, I’m in love.
“I need a drink,” I mutter to myself as I beeline for the bar.
A different guy is on duty, thank fuck, because I know the chick from before would have probably carded me. With this guy, I’m sure I can charm a drink or two out of him.
“Hello,” I say, giving him a charming smile. “Can I have two shots of Patron?”
“Well, love aren’t you pretty. American right?”
“That I am, handsome. So how about that drink?” I ask with a wink.
It doesn’t fail. Instead of carding me, he places three shot glasses on the bar and fills them to the brim with my clear white soul searching liquor. Usually, I drink something a bit more expensive, but I don’t want to bring attention to myself.
“I gave you an extra for luck,” he states in a smooth voice, dripping with lust.
“Thanks mate, but she’s taken,” Richard’s overbearing voice says behind me, and my nerves prickle. Before he does something stupid like take my alchol from me. I down each drink one by one before slapping a fifty dollar bill on the bar. I understand we need to talk about this, but I don’t like the overwhelming sense of these men just swooping in and making decisions in my life for me. Fuck that.
“Keep the change,” I say, before pushing Rich out the way.
I don’t say shit to the asshole until I’m safely in the room and I turn all my anger on him. In this scenario, I was the one on top, the one who has a reason to be pissed, but I find my advantage quickly taken away when he wraps his rough large hand around my neck and pins me to the wall so my feet are dangling off the ground. My weight is held up purely by him. Bastard. I’m shocked as fuck by the move, even more shocked that both Archie and John do nothing as I dangle here in Richard’s firm grip. Mind you, no one should really be surprised this is happening between Richard and I because we can really only played nice for so long. Then this twisted urge surfaces, and you can either stay and play or get the fuck out.
“Now, Red, when one finds out a serial killer is after them, there are several things they should not do,” he purrs. His voice dangerous and lethal. “A. Jump out of a moving vehicle. B. Ditch the men keeping her fucking safe to get shitfaced and flirt with some bastard at the bar.”
“I wasn’t,” I hiss, but don’t get to finish my sentence when he tightens his grip around my neck and my words get cut off. Fuck, if I’m not careful, I’ll have a handprint bruise on my neck. Even with that knowledge, I can’t look away from his blazing silver eyes, or stop the pool of wetness that’s beginning to form between my legs. I feel the tension from earlier fading from my body as my main focus becomes Richard. How fucked up is it that he’s somehow soothing my fears by dominating me? How sick am I that I find this hot? Made hotter with the others watching. It doesn’t completely surprise me though. I mean, what other way is there to distract yourself and feel better?
It’s then that I feel the room shift. Dangerously and completely in my favor.
“Sweetheart,” Archie says behind Richard, his voice soft. “When Rich puts you down, you’re going to be a good girl, go into the bedroom, and remove all your clothes. I want you kneeling on the bed completely naked waiting on us to punish you.”
Punish me? What? I’m not doing that. Fuck. I so am. My pussy is already soaking my jeans. Richard puts me down, and in a move I didn’t know he was capable of, he kisses me tenderly on the lips. The whiplash has a small whimper slipping from my lips.
“Go,” he orders, slapping me on the ass as I walk past. My eyes flirt to John as he leans into a wall nearby with his arms crossed, his face hard and his eyes darkening. What the heck is he so upset about? Oh yeah. Serial killer. Right.
What’s the record for one to get naked? I don’t know, but as soon as I was released, I’m sure I was in the running. Probably the fucking gold medal winner. Following Archie’s every instruction, I remove every stitch of clothing I have on. Hell! I even take off my earrings. Besides the chain with the ring, I’m completely naked. I crawl to the middle of the bed and kneel, waiting with anticipation. The worst part of this is the anticipation. I keep wondering what the hell they’re going to do to me? Will they all participate, or watch while one of them punishes me? I vote participate. You could call kneeling alone naked on a double king size bed the real punishment. Straining my ears, I try to listen for a clue of what the fuck is going on, but I hear nothing except soft whispers. Fucking Rich and his psychotic tendencies, Archie’s unexpectant dominant side, and John’s errie yet somehow sexy observational tendencies.
“Well isn’t this a sight?” Archie drawls in a smooth voice. One filled with promise. I don’t see Rich or John, but I know they are not far.
“What are you going to do to me?” I question as I keep an eye on his every move. My toes are curling underneath me in anticipation.
“No sweetheart, you don’t get to talk or ask questions. You lost your right to speak when you ran off like a child instead of handling the issue. Now this is what's going to happen. I’m going to sit on the edge of the bed, and you, my love, are going to lay across my lap with your ass tilted to the air. With every strike I give you, you’re going to count followed by Sir. If you lose count or don’t say Sir, I’ll start over. Do you understand?”
Well, hell. What can one say to that? Am I really going to let him spank me like a disobedient child? I’m already crawling over, so yes, yes I am. True to his word, he strolls over to the bed not once dropping eye contact. When he sits on the edge, I slowly crawl off the bed and over to him, positioning myself over his lap until my ass is within the reach of his hand.
“I want you to know this is for your own good,” he murmurs as he rubs and kneads my ass. For my own good? Oh you better believe this is going to be my own good if it meant having him inside of me. I moan at the touch of his finger because it feels so good, and I quickly forget this is supposed to be a punishment, until I feel the first strike and I cry out, forgetting I’m supposed to be counting.
“Sweetheat,” he warns.
“One, Sir,” I gasp, momentary stunned as my body tries to catch up.
His large hand comes down again and I grit out, “two, Sir.” This goes on and on until tears are streaming down my face and I cry out, “twenty, Sir” before he finally thinks I’ve had enough. I can feel the sharp pain on my skin mixed with the pleasure of my core practically melting.
“Shhh,” he says rubbing my sore, probably redder than my hair, ass but despite it all, the knee of his jeans is completely soaked from my arousal. I’m sure if Archie thought I wasn’t enjoying this, or if he was hitting me too hard, he would have stopped. Right? “I got you, my love,” he murmurs, gathering me up in his arms and lays me gently on the bed.
Standing, he removes his jeans and boxers and his hard thickass cock springs out. With one easy movement, he pulls his t-shirt off over his head and drops it with his other articles of clothing. I watch, fascinated as his muscles bunch with his mo
vement. Fuck my life, Archie is a work of art. You would think he was a gym rat and not a lawyer. He has the kind of body that someone attains who lives and breathes the gym and he’s all fucking mine. Possessive? You better believe so.
“Did we learn our lesson, sweetheart? Do you promise to be good? ” He asks in a rough voice.
Sitting up I look him straight in the eye and say, “yes, Sir.” I was probably going to misbehave extra because of this. Can you blame me?
It’s just the answer he wants to hear because it’s like something snaps and Archie isn’t Archie anymore, instead transformed into some Dom King. With a low, nearly feral growl, he picks me up so my back lays flat across his muscled chest. He postions me on his lap with his fat cock nudging my entrance until, thanks to my slick juices, I easily slide down his length, making us both moan.
Holy fuck, he’s huge. Like all my men fill me differently, but this? This was nearly overwhelming.
Gripping my hips firmly, almost bruising, he lifts me slightly and impales me on his dick hard. Usually in this position, the female is in charge. But not with Archie. He has me just where he wants me and he moves me up and down his dick while he pivots his hips and thrusts so far inside me I swear I can feel his dick in my stomach. He’s rough and totally out of control.
Sweet Archie is gone, having left the building for lunch and his alter ego is taking over my pussy in the most epic of ways. Out of the three, I don’t know who’s the most dominant. They all own my body when they fuck me, and I love every filthy second of it. Talking about the others, where are they?
Opening my eyes, I see we’re not alone. Richard is leaning against the wall in front of me, his fist wrapped around his cock as John watches from the doorway, his erection causing me to tighten around Archie as he drills into me. The sight is enough to push me over the edge and I cum epically, calling out all three of their names in a fucking chant.
No longer content to be a bystander, Rich stalks over and practically shoves his dick down my throat. I let out a low sound as his hands grip my hair in a hard hold, and I try to breathe through his rough treatment of my throat. His movements are just as feral as Archie and I choke and gag on his member while Archie drills in my pussy and has my eyes seeing fucking black spots. The man fucks like he’s trying to fucking fuse us together. A warm hand grabs mine and places it around a hot rigid cock, and I look to the side just in time to see John tilt his head back while I jerk him off in a tight hold. Archie is the first to cum, roaring out my name as he fills me. A couple deep strokes later, Rich pulls out and releases his seed covering my tits, marking me in a territorial fashion that should not have been so fucking attractive. John is last as he swells in my hand before taking over and jerking off on my face.
Oh wow. Holy fuck balls.
Fuck, that was a porno worthy fuck fest and I have the thick spurts of cum covering me to prove it. For just a moment, the three of us are silent because what the fuck is there to say? Have I learned my lesson? Yes. Lesson learned. Make these men frustrated more often. Gently, Archie picks me up and sets me down in the huge shower where all three of them wash me and they treat me like a princess. Which I am, for the record, I am a fucking princess soon to be Queen. I practically fall asleep with John’s fingers massaging my scalp as he washes my hair. Both Archie and Rich meticulously clean my body before we exit the shower and I’m wrapped in a thick fluffy towel. Dead on my feet, Rich carries me this time and we all gather on the bed with the men positioning themselves around me. John wraps himself around my center, his head resting on my stomach, and each of the other boys insulating me from either side.
Fucking Archie, literally my forever goal, was epic. Him sharing me with the others just proves we can do this. This, whatever it is, may be unconventional, but it’s just right for us. I love them, all of them, even if John is the only one I’ve said the words to. Tomorrow we can talk out the details, but right now? Sleep was fucking dragging me under.
Chapter Fifteen
Robyn
It wasn’t a very long flight to our next location, but right now we were having issues with landing because France seemed to be having some internal flight conflicts. We were close to calling in a landing in fucking Italy at this point. Somehow I wasn’t nearly as stressed as I should have been. No, instead, I feel like a sated kitten and it wasn’t until we were about to land that I realized I haven’t told them anything.
“Fuck,” I mumble.
Richard’s eyes are already on me, but Archie and John both meet my gaze. I exhaled, “I forgot to tell you, when we were climbing down… there were other people. Like us. Looking for what I assume to be the same thing we are after.”
“Why are you just telling us this now?” John demands, one eye turning a pretty shade of bright blue, the other amber, clearer and harder with anger. Anger that doesn’t faze me one bit.
“Oh,” I snap sarcastically, “I must have forgot to mention it between the three of you fucking me and falling asleep.”
Archie lets out an amused sound as Richard raises a brow. John mumbles, “technically you didn’t fuck all of us.”
I lean forward so that I’m closer to him, “now that sounds like you feel left out John.”
His eyes light up. “I wouldn’t call it that, little bird, but if you’d like to make me feel better I am all ears. And hands. And mouth.”
I shiver as his lips brush mine, and I wish I can say I didn’t jump his bones while on my private jet in the main cabin. Except I totally did. In an agile move, I’m pulled onto his lap as his lips mold to mine and someone pushes up the skirt I’m wearing so the only thing blocking me from being impaled are John’s stupid atheltic pants and the soaked lace across my center.
“Already so wet,” Richard hums as I pull away looking back, my eyes latching to Archie. The man looks nearly relaxed, his eyes darting to the front of the cabin every so often while his palm smoothes over his dress pants covered cock.
“Am not,” I goad as John chuckles and tugs on my lip, his hands moving down to easily pull off my light sweater. My skin prickles in the open air as Richard rips the sides to my lace lingerie. What the heck man. I scowl back at him, and he offers me a devilish smirk. I forgive him when his tongue meets my core, and I let out a whimper at John tugging my nipple with his teeth, those rough hands of his palming my breasts as I try to keep my trembling to a minimum. I couldn’t help it though, the anticipation of the pleasure I know the two can bring is painful.
My eyes flicker down to John’s pants as a cocky smile flirts on his lips. I let out a needy sound as Richard sucks on my clit, his pace slower today. Almost as if he’s building me up, probably to fucking destroy me. I gasp as a finger slides into me and John slides down his athletic pants, leaving his cock right within my reach. I dig my nails into his shoulders as Richard begins to trail kisses up my spine. Archie, the bastard watches with hooded eyes, as he fists his cock while watching us. I like that. I fucking love that.
“Take me out,” John demands softly as my head snaps back to his, and I pull the boxer material back to reveal his gorgeous fucking cock. It springs up as if completely aware my heated center is waiting for him.
Richard teeth grazes my ear as he speaks quietly, “are you going to slide your little pussy down his cock, Red?”
Um. That would be an affirmative.
I let out a cry as John slams me down on him, which is muffled by Richard’s hand over my mouth. Archie’s eyes glinting with something dark.
“If you can’t be quiet, we are going to put something else in there, aren’t we Archie?” Rich says seductively.
Now they’re all on the same fucking side.
I meet John’s eyes as he offers me a wicked smile, his familiar length makes me shiver as he begins to slowly move me up and down his shaft. I can feel the tension building and Richard isn’t helping as he keeps his hot threats pouring out against my ears.
“John,” I moan as the bastard’s mouth closes over my sensitive nipple. Th
eir pace today was slow and tortuous, making me feel as though I’m on the brink of cumming, but not allowing me to.
When I feel Richard’s hot rod between the globes of my ass, I let out an actual squeak. Well, shit. That’s new, and something I’ve never ever done. He chuckles as John takes over keeping my mouth hostage with his lips and a possessive hold on my neck.
“Have you ever done this sweetheart?” Archie asks softly, his voice filled with a lazy dominance as if he’s king of the fucking world.
I can’t answer, and the bastard knows it too. I cry out as John’s pace quickens and then slows, as Richard slides a finger across my tight little ass, causing me to arch my back. “Fuck Red, you want this don’t you?”
What gave it away?
John distracts me for a moment, holding me hostage as he arches my back and pounds into me, causing me to let out sounds that totally are not meant for an airplane cabin Which was why it wasn’t my fucking fault when I let out an authentic cry of pleasure and pain when Richard drills his entire length right into my ass.
Holy fuck. I’ll kill the bastard.
He chuckles but then groans, moving his hips to fuck me in tandem with John. “Oh fuck Red, you are so fucking tight baby.”
I open my mouth to give a smart ass retort, but Archie is there, looking down at me as a small smile flits to his lips. When he speaks, his voice is thick with lust, “open your mouth like a good girl.”
My mouth pops open automatically and the salty taste of his precum explodes on my tongue, the others slow for me to adjust to the three of them inside of me. I roll my body just a little bit to adjust before I take Archie all the way into my throat.
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