by Dark Angel
She shifts forward on her knees, hands still locked behind her head. The table is the perfect height to bend a girl over and fuck her, but that isn’t the first thing we’ll use it for tonight.
I turn back to Julia and unclip the lead; she won’t be going anywhere for quite some time now. I trace the curve of her jaw with my finger. She looks up at me with perfect trust.
“Up on the table, Angel. I’m going to do something I’ve been thinking about doing since I first saw you,” I command.
Julia scrambles to the table and sits facing me. I push her gently to lie down.
She automatically spreads her legs, giving the assembled audience a view of how wet our attention has made her.
There are cream leather straps along the edges of the table. I secure them around her spread thighs and at her delicate wrists above her head.
The painted girls bring me a violet wand, a heavy device with a glass mushroom-shaped electrode at the end. I press the foot pedal, and it lights up a shimmering purple.
Julia’s skin glows in the light, the diamonds on her nipple clamps glowing. I nod, and the girls remove them. I don’t want to burn her rosy nipples, but I do want to shock them.
Julia’s head perks up when she hears the droning electric noise break through the driving beat.
She watches while I hold my finger a centimeter away from the glowing glass. A tiny arc of purple light jumps from the glass to my finger, giving me a sharp, tingling shock. Perfect setting to start her on.
Chapter 26
Julia
Purple light glows from Killian’s hand. I watch the spark of electricity arc from the rounded glass to his finger. Even his unflappable shoulder jolts from the shock.
Never in my life would I have imagined myself naked, collared, and tied to a table in a room made of glass under the watchful gaze of the patrons of Hedonism. But with Killian, the unimaginable seems almost expected—and incredibly wonderful, too.
Spencer is reclining in a white fur-covered chair, slowly stroking himself through his pants as he watches what Killian is about to do.
The frantic beat of the music in the club fades from my notice. All I can hear is the buzzing of the glass wand slowly moving toward me. The crowd of nearly naked people all touching themselves and each other on the other side of the glass fades away as well.
All I can see now is the glowing purple glass and Killian’s dangerously blue eyes with their enchanting glint of mischief. He brings it a hand’s breadth away from my face. I catch my breath, anticipating a shock…but nothing comes.
“Just letting you see it before we start, Princess,” Killian drawls. “I’ll never use this near your pretty eyes.”
“Remember, Julia,” he says, “I’ll only do things that bring you pleasure and order. I’ll never hurt you.”
He stares deep into my eyes. He’s waiting for me to consent. I’m wearing his collar, but he is waiting to be sure I understand what it means right now.
I nod my head. I hope that’s enough to show my approval, because I don’t know where my voice has gone.
It is. Killian nods, smiling, and moves the glass wand towards my arm. I turn my head and watch him as intently as any of our audience.
He brings the glowing purple light almost to my skin. I feel the electric tingle shock through me well before I see the arc to my skin.
I gasp and cry out. Killian smiles and does it again.
I know what to expect this time, but it doesn’t change the shocking feeling. It’s like the tingle of a lover’s kiss in dry air, mixed with an unfortunate bump to the elbow, amplified by multitudes.
Killian rubs his hands over the places he shocked me, and I moan at his gentle touch. It soothes the shocking sensation.
Then he does it again, this time drawing a line from my elbow to my shoulder, holding the glass just above my skin.
I find my voice and let out a high, squeaking moan. I close my eyes, letting the tingling jolts invade my body and send a wave of unique pleasure straight to my core.
Killian starts tracing new lines of electricity down my side, along my breasts. He avoids my collar, but the rest of my torso is consistently assaulted with light, purple jolts of tiny lightning. I twitch and moan.
I’ll never know if he is about to shock me or run his soft hands over the trail he just blazed, and the surprise and anticipation has me as on edge as the shocks themselves.
After a long line of electricity runs between my breasts almost to my navel and after feeling warm, gentle hands softening the jolt, I feel Spencer’s rough two a.m. shadow rubbing against my bound thighs.
With the next jolt from Killian, Spencer flicks his tongue against my exposed clit. I open my eyes and see him leaning over the table I’m strapped to, grinning at me mischievously. He teases the top of my pelvis with his rough chin.
Another long line of the wand forces my eyes shut and my hips bucking. Spencer is there, with his tongue lashing out to taste my dripping juices. He doesn’t part my pussy lips yet, but he licks and nibbles teasingly at my dripping cunt.
Killian is tracing patterns of electricity lower and lower on my torso. I’m straining at the leather bonds holding me to the table; the sensation is becoming so intense. My nerves feel like they’re glowing purple. I feel like I smell lightning.
Spencer finally parts my pussy lips and runs his tongue along my wet slit, pulling a built-up moan of relief from deep within me.
“She’s ready for more, Kill,” he says.
Killian nods.
Spencer’s tongue is inside me, swirling at the entrance to my cunt, teasing me with thoughts of even more fun to come once their fingers and cocks get involved. Killian clears his throat. I open my eyes to see him looking at me with a mixture of control and sadistic pleasure.
I can see the wand lowering at the bottom of my peripheral vision.
A jolt goes straight to my clit.
I don’t recognize the sound that leaves my body. I can’t find my breath. Everything narrows to the shock of that bolt to the center of my pleasure.
Killian shocks me again, and I see stars. Spencer runs his tongue across my clit, calming the electric shock, but I still feel it reverberating through my body. His fingers are in my pussy now, rubbing my G-spot.
My whole body quakes, and I squirt all over his hand in a forced and violent orgasm.
When I find my breath, Killian is kissing my throat along the line of the collar.
“I’ve wanted to do that since you walked into my office, Angel. I’m glad you liked it,” he whispers in my ear.
I can see the two gold-painted women standing behind me. They reach out and unhinge a part of the table I’m lying on, letting the place where my head was resting angle downwards. Killian hands the electric device off to one of them and they leave my line of sight.
Then he presses me back, forcing me to lie with my head against the sloped surface. Spencer is teasing my pussy lips and lapping up the juices dripping from me as I feel blood slowly rush to my head.
Killian stands behind me and runs his long cock along the side of my cheek, leaving a trail of sticky precum. I open my mouth, hoping that he will let me taste his monster cock.
He gently slides his cock between my lips, letting me run my tongue around the thick head of his cock and feel every vein along his length. He slides it out and back in, taking up my whole mouth but still not pressing into my throat—yet, I hope.
I explore his cock with my lips and my tongue, savoring the taste of his precum and the satin feel of his skin between my lips. Spencer stands up, running his hands along my thighs and presses my legs further open.
He runs the head of his cock along my pussy lips, barely parting them. His slick precum mixes with my dripping juices, creating a slick, slippery concoction of pure sex. He presses into me, forcing my cunt to stretch to take his giant cock.
Slowly, they fuck my mouth and my pussy. In and out, inch by glorious inch. The beat of the music in the club is slow, an
d they match the timing, and as the driving beat speeds up, so do they.
As the lights pulse to the music, I’m swept into the illusion that the entire club is moving to the beat of our passion. I can feel the eyes on us from the crowd below and in front of us, watching intently, dancing to the rhythms of our fucking.
Killian grabs my breasts with a tight squeeze as he rams his cock deep into my throat. I gag on his length—it’s all I can do to open my mouth and my throat wide enough to take all of him. Now I know why they lowered this part of the table: the backwards angle lets me take more of his cock into my throat.
Spencer keeps pace, thrusting balls-deep into my cunt. I can feel my inner walls contracting and pulsing around his cock as it throbs inside me.
I love being fucked by their giant cocks. Out of everything they’ve shown me so far, nothing is better than being full of thick hot man meat.
I writhe on the table. The pleasure I’ve come to be very familiar with is building again. I’ve never come as many times in my life as I have with them.
Killian pulls his cock out of my throat as Spencer increases his speed, ramming harder and harder into my pussy. Killian places his hand on my neck and squeezes gently, putting pressure on the sides my throat just above the collar. I gasp and can’t quite catch my breath, and I feel a strange euphoria as the blood to my brain is constricted slightly.
I struggle for a moment, but sudden waves of pleasure crash over me, and I spiral beyond the edge I was teetering on just moments ago. He releases his hold briefly, and I take a deep gulp of air before he chokes me again.
Every nerve in my brain is screaming and burning, and it takes everything in my power to submit against their touch. I trust them completely, and the screaming that’s echoing in my brain turns to an internal moan.
As I finally relax, my entire body lights up with a burning passion. Every fiber of my being suddenly feels wholly connected, spiraling down with the pleasure emanating from my throbbing, pulsing cunt. Spencer plows into me rapidly, the beat of his own heart thumping inside me as he nears his own edge, ready to explode inside me with hot white cum.
I gasp deeply when Killian finally lets up. With the new breath of air, I come harder than I ever thought possible.
My own fluid sprays out of my cunt, splashing and soaking as Spencer yanks his cock out of me. Killian reaches up and begins to roughly stroke my clit as Spencer jerks his own cock, both of us spraying onto my body, coating my chest with pure sex.
Killian circles the table and scoops up a glob of the mixed cum up on two fingers and smears the sticky fluid across my lips. I dart my tongue out in a daze, savoring the taste of Spencer and me—but I want more. I want to taste all three of us together.
Killian stands at the end of the table. One of the girls brings him a short piece of soft black leather. He starts slowly stroking his cock with one hand, holding the leather in the other.
Smack.
The leather falls directly on my wet, swollen pussy lips. I moan at the thudding on my tender lips. The sensation is an entirely new rush of pleasure, something I never could have imagined in such a powerful, post-orgasmic state.
Soft blows fall again and again on my lips and eventually on my clit. Each time it happens, it’s as if a small star explodes. I’m in a state of pure euphoria, completely mesmerized by the flashing lights from the club outside and the splashing pleasure of Killian spanking my swollen cunt in this little room of ours.
He picks up speed, concentrating on my clit. I look straight into his deep blue eyes as I hear his words echo through my blanked mind.
“Come,” he commands, his voice ragged on the edge of his own orgasm. My body is entirely independent of my mind and immediately reacts, and I buck against the bonds.
Killian shoots hot wads of cum all over me as he stares down at my body, entirely satisfied with his own words. He coats my sensitive pussy lips, covers my belly, and completely drenches any untouched spots on my tits.
Killian is leaning against the table, drained from our little show. The gold-painted women undo my bonds and help me sit up.
I look down at the gathered crowd. I toss my hair, moving so the lights will glint off my collar and shine off my proudly cum-soaked body. I run a hand across my dripping cunt, which is now covered in Killian’s cum—as well as Spencer’s and my own—and then I lick my fingers clean.
“Good girl,” Killian praises, bringing a wide smile of happiness and pride to my lips.
Chapter 27
Julia
One last plane ride, this time from Amsterdam to a private port somewhere in the Mediterranean, from which we take their yacht back to New York. Killian refuses to tell me exactly where we’re landing.
“Angel, we’re going to give you an adventure. Let us,” he said to me as we were boarding his plane.
Now I’m settled back in the bedroom at the back of the plane. The girls in the leather costumes brought me a tray of fruit, a split of Dom, and a small notepad as I asked.
Whenever I meet with a new client, I ask them to make me a bucket list—the things they want to do and the places they want to go before they die. So many of them are the same, but it lets me check off those boxes for them and really customize their experience.
I have never made a bucket list for myself. My bucket list has always been:
1. Make my company the best
That’s it. I’ve been so focused and driven that I haven’t let anything else get in the way. If the board hadn’t made me go on a vacation, if Nicole hadn’t set me up with Spencer, Xane, Derek, and Killian…
I went into this vacation trying to work. Every step of the way, these guys have shown me parts of myself I never knew existed, partly because I’ve never done anything other than work. I’ve been in charge for so long…it’s been nice to let someone else call the shots.
At least, for a little while.
And the sex.
Holy fuck, the sex.
I’ve never felt like this before. No one has ever treated me the way these men treat me, and I love it.
Mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. Thick, beautiful cocks in my pussy, in my mouth, in my ass. I had never even had a cock in my ass before this week, and now—as Derek might say— I’m practically gagging for it.
I start making that bucket list I should’ve made before I went to Nicole’s spa. I’ve finally realized I need to think about myself sometimes. Not only will I be happier, but it really is better for my company.
I start with the things I’ve checked off on this adventure with my four dashing escorts. The places we went, the amazing experiences we had, and of course, the incredible sex we had.
Next, I list the yacht—crossing the Atlantic in a mega-yacht is something I probably wouldn’t have thought to put on a list if I had made one—but fuck it, that’s what’s happening.
I pause, looking down at the sheet of paper covered in my new experiences and all the things I never would’ve done for myself.
So many of them are things I’ve sent other people off to do. Killian was right when he scolded me that first day. I didn’t know.
I didn’t know what I was really giving people when I was helping them plan their dream.
I know better now. I turn the page, a blank sheet in front of me.
What do I want next?
The plane hits a tiny bit of turbulence. I catch my flute of champagne, but leave a small streak of ink on the clean sheet of paper. I start to tear it out, but I stop myself.
Instead, I sit back and take a couple of sips.
I put a slice of ripe mango on my tongue and close my eyes. For a moment, I’m transported back to Spencer’s resort, the first time in my whole life I didn’t have a schedule.
I’ve heard people talk about island time—the quiet efficiency of people getting things done organically without the pulsing of deadlines driving them forward.
Before my tropical escape, I just thought it would be annoying. And I did feel lost at first
without a schedule—no itinerary, no meetings. Everything I built my world around was suddenly gone, replaced with gentle urgings from Spencer and Derek.
I let them take control because I was lost.
That wasn’t the case in Japan. Xane’s so different from Spencer. From the moment the train let us off in Hokkaido, Xane was in control.
It was subtle but commanding—and almost a relief. I’ve been the boss for a long time, but I let Xane tell me what to do, because, well, I really didn’t know what to do. I was in another country on a vacation for the first time; of course I wanted someone else to call the shots.
The plane dips, and for a moment, I feel almost weightless. I look out the window, feeling nostalgic. I think about being suspended for Xane and Killian, hanging in the air, completely dependent on them and how they took the opportunity to drive me to the heights of pleasure, of sensations I never even knew could exist.
The sun gleams across the cotton ball clouds, sparkling like floodlights on the mountain. I smile to myself, thinking back to the restaurant0—Xane and all his control, helpless while I stroked him and Derek off under the table, making them come for dessert. It was their own fault; they put their cocks in my hands.
Then the snow, the hot tub, and the mountain. I felt so small and insignificant there in the quiet night in the field of snow, but Derek and Xane were there, making me feel like the only thing in the world. They made me feel brave and wonderful.
I know I wasn’t flying down a black diamond slope, but I got some damn good speed down that bunny hill!
I turn back to the table in front of me. Everything here is Killian’s. I bring my hand up to my throat. I’m not wearing the collar right now, but I can still feel its weight and the cool metal when he first clicked it in place.
The click is what did it; until that moment, I was a spectator. Sure, I was having tons of kinky sex all over the world with four playboys, but when I let Killian put the collar around my throat, I could feel the game change. Not even when I let him and Spencer spank me in the street did I feel as utterly controlled as when I heard that click through the pulsing beat.