by JA Huss
Chella gasps again, looking all around as her ruined little fantasy disappears.
I laugh. Like loud. “I don’t know what you thought tonight would be like, Marcella, but this is how I like it. And since Smith was so kind and gave me control first, I’m gonna make the most of it.”
I warned her on Christmas Eve that I was dangerous when it comes to domination. And I am. I need her to know that about me. I need to get that message through to her loud and clear.
I take her hand and find it cold and trembling. She squeezes as I lead her across the room, yanking the rest of her dress off her body as she walks. It’s left in a tattered puddle on the floor.
I point the arm of the couch where Smith and Quin are sitting. Quin is jerking off too now, his dick fully erect, his eyes pinned to Chella and me.
Smith has not changed one bit. His hand still moves up and down his shaft, his gaze still on Chella.
“Lie down,” I tell Chella. “Face first.”
She gives me a confused look and I almost smile. But she doesn’t get any smiles from me. Not yet. We’re not even close to the part where I smile with satisfaction.
I push her forward until she falls on top of the couch arm, then kick her legs open. She still has her fuck-me heels on. They are pearly white, to match the beads on her ruined dress. And they scuff on the marble, leaving white marks on the dark floor.
I position her body so her pussy is pressed into the black leather of the couch arm, and then press her head down so hard she has to turn it to the side and look at Quin, who is sitting just a foot away. Smith is on the other side of Quin and he stands.
For a moment, I think he’s gonna stop me.
But I’m wrong. He walks over to a chair on the other side of the room and sits down.
To get a better view, I realize.
I ignore him. Just start rubbing Chella’s upturned ass. She moans a little as I stroke her, my fingers slipping in between her legs to find her already wet.
And then I bring my hand down so hard on her ass cheek, her head lifts up and she squeals.
“Hold her head down,” I tell Quin.
He does as I ask. But I don’t think he holds her too hard. Just pets her mostly, whispering things in her ear. One hand still on his cock, the other rubbing the redness creeping over her pale skin.
He looks at me and I nod, so he takes his hand away and I smack her again.
She holds it in better this time, but a few whimpers escape her tightly pressed together lips.
“Do you think I’m punishing you, Marcella?”
“No,” she whimpers.
“I’m not. You’re right.”
I smack her again and this time she takes it like a champ. So I keep going. Smack, smack, smack, smack. On and on and on so that’s there’s no time for Quin to ease her pain, or tell her nice things, or make her feel better. Her ass is so red by the time I stop, I can hold my hand two inches above her skin and feel the heat.
I reach between her legs and check her again.
Sopping wet.
I stick three fingers inside her pussy and use a fourth to caress her clit.
Whatever she was thinking a few moments ago during her spanking dissipates. She starts moaning and writhing, trying to rub her pussy on the couch arm.
I look back at Smith. He’s breathing hard as he jerks off, his eyelids half closed, the longing in his expression enough to urge me forward.
I pull her up by her hair and throw her down on the ground. “Kneel,” I say as I unbutton my pants and pull out my cock. I crook a finger at Quin, telling him to stand.
He knows what comes next, so he does as I ask. Chella is on the floor between us, but I yank on her hair again and spin her around so she’s facing Smith.
I crouch down and take Chella’s face in both my hands, kissing her hard and rough. She is gasping for air. Panting into my mouth. I take her hand and place it on Quin’s cock as I ease back. I want to see the look on her face.
She asked me about this last week. Do I touch them?
“Yes, Marcella,” I say softly. “I touch them.” I help her jerk Quin off. He’s got his eyes closed. Total ecstasy.
I look at Smith but he’s already walking over to us, his hand reaching for Chella’s as I stand up.
He takes her hand and places it on my cock and helps her stroke me. Long, slow strokes. Just the way I like it.
I close my eyes and sigh, letting go of Quin. It has been a very long time since the three of us have had this together. And this might be the last. So I’m gonna enjoy it.
Chapter Thirty-Six - Smith
Chella’s eyes are already searching for mine by the time I crouch down in front of her. I’m already helping her with Bric, but I don’t stop there. I help her with Quin too.
I have to close my eyes and take a moment to stop the thrill from taking control.
When I open them again Chella and I are so close, I can’t stop myself. I lean in and kiss her. It’s slow, and soft, and so fucking sweet.
“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, pulling away just enough to whisper the words in her mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers back.
“Should we keep going?” I ask, still helping her jerk off my friends.
“Yes,” she moans. “Please. Keep going. I need it, Smith.” Her eyes are wide now. Pleading with me to give her what she needs.
“Then let’s do it,” I say, kissing her softly again. “Put them both in your mouth, Chella. Suck them. At the same time.”
Bric and Quin both take two steps closer. Giving her access.
We are a little circle of lust and longing. In this giant room, we take up no more than three square feet. It’s almost a waste, that’s how little room we require to fulfill Marcella Walcott’s fantasy.
She grips their cocks and I let go, letting her wiggle into position. She watches me watch her as she brings their tips to her lips and licks.
A sweep of her tongue for Bric. He grabs her hair and urges her on.
A kiss for Quin. He reaches for her large breast, squeezing, lifting it up and rubbing it against her chin as she closes her eyes and both cocks enter her mouth, the tips of their swollen heads disappearing for a moment, before she backs off.
I take control of her head and turn it towards Bric. She opens for him, takes inside, her tongue pressing flat to accommodate his wide girth.
I help her. I pump her head back and forth. I push her, urge her to take him deeper, push her face up to his pants until his entire cock disappears and she begins to gasp for breath.
Still, I hold her. I hold her there until she calms down and accepts it. Accepts my control.
As soon as she does that I pull her head back, saliva spilling out of her mouth and dripping down her chin. She looks up at me, waiting for what comes next.
I turn her head again. Quin’s cock is waiting. Long, and curved. I make it disappear until Quin reaches down and grabs his balls, pressing them up into her mouth, trying to force them inside.
She chokes, tries to pull back, but all three of us hold her there until she gives up and breathes through her nose, accepting what we’re giving her.
Our eyes are locked together. Black makeup runs down her face. Her hands press against Quin’s thighs, desperate for distance.
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
Chella nods and we all let go. She falls backwards, her hands reaching back to slap the cold, hard marble, and she sucks in long breaths of air.
“Stand up,” I say. Bric grabs her hair and pulls. Not as hard as he usually would. He’s being very gentle with her tonight. When he’s really into the domination stuff, he’s ruthless.
This is him playing nice for my sake.
“More?” I ask her
“Yes,” she says, wiping her mouth.
Quin slaps her hand away and says, “Leave it. We like it wet, Chella.”
She looks at him—and I guarantee, she will never see him the same again. I know how sweet Quin can be w
hen he’s alone with them. But I’m also very familiar with how he likes the quad to go.
Chella nods at him, then her eyes seek out mine.
“Do you want them to fuck you?” I ask. “Right now? At the same time?”
She nods.
“Speak,” Bric says.
“Yes,” she says, looking at Bric for a panicked moment. “Yes.”
Quin sits down on the couch, slapping his thigh. “Right here, Chella. Sit on my lap and face Bric.”
She inhales, but immediately spreads her legs and begins to position herself on top of Quin so she’s facing Bric.
He looks down at her like he wants to eat her for dessert.
I ease in closer, my hand on her spread-open pussy. Rubbing, stroking it until she’s looking at me, her mouth open in a little o shape, nothing but moans and whimpers coming out.
Bric pulls some lube out of his suit pocket and squeezes some onto the tips of his fingers. He pushes past my hand and spreads it all over her asshole.
“You like it in the ass, right, Chella?” he asks.
Chella is so consumed with what I’m doing to her pussy, she doesn’t answer.
But Bric slaps her tit, making her gasp, and she finds his face like she’s supposed to. “Answer me,” he demands.
“Yes,” she squeaks out.
“Good,” Bric says, rubbing it all over her asshole. “Because Quin is going to fuck it right now.”
I reach down and grab Quin’s cock. He leans back into the couch cushions, his arms tightly gripping her stomach. He’s hard, and thick, and that little curve in his shaft will drive her crazy once he’s inside her. I press it against her asshole, Quin’s hips helping me position him. And then he thrusts.
Chella screams.
I let go of Quin and lean over her body, my mouth finding her lips. I kiss her as Quin continues on his own. She’s breathing so hard, she can’t even kiss me back. But it doesn’t matter. The only part that matters is that we love what’s happening right now. So I keep kissing her. “You’re beautiful, Chella,” I say. “Relax. Let him take over. Let him take control and just enjoy it.”
It takes almost a minute of this for her to give in. But once she does, Quin’s cock slips right inside her asshole and she falls back on to his chest, gasping for more air than she can draw in at once.
Bric’s knees come down on the couch on either side of one of Quin’s thighs and he starts playing with her tits, my hand on his cock as I rub it back and forth across her pussy to stimulate her clit. Her whole body clenches up and clear, thin liquid begins to spray out.
Bric says, “Holy fuck.” And then he swats my hand away and places himself at her entrance, trying to get inside her. Desperate to get inside her with Quin.
I back away until I get to the chair and sit down to enjoy the show, my hand busy on my own cock now.
Chella comes as I watch. It took her seconds. But we are not even close to being done. And this will just be one of many orgasms she has tonight.
Chapter Thirty-Seven - Chella
I am writhing against them. Bric’s hard chest covers me, pressing down on me as he moves his cock in and out of my pussy so slowly I want to beg him for more. Quin is holding my stomach tight, his arms a ring, a promise, a claim on my body.
It is a rhythm I’ve never experienced before. Slow at first. In, out, in, out. But then they speed up. My body rocking between them. Sliding across Quin’s slick chest. Hands tightly gripping Bric’s strong arms. We are nothing but heaving breathing, and moaning, and sweat.
They take me like that. Me, positioned between them. Tight in their hold. I am panting, “Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me,” like a whore in a porn film. Like the slut I am. But I do not care about labels right now. I will gladly be their whore. I will gladly let them have me.
I have no shame. None. I am nothing but want. Nothing but longing.
My eyes are tightly closed as I lose myself in a pleasure I have never known existed before.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” Bric commands.
I try, I really do. But it’s an impossible request. I can’t. I cannot. There is no way—
A sharp slap across my face makes me think otherwise.
Bric is staring down at me when I obey him, his face a mixture of agony and ecstasy. “Don’t get lost, sweetie,” he says gently. “That’s not how it ends.”
“How much more?” I think it in my head, but it comes out of my mouth.
“So much more,” Smith says. He was across the room watching the last time I knew. How much time just got away from me as I moaned and writhed in their pleasure?
I almost panic at the thought, but Smith is right there, his mouth against mine. Kissing me as Quin and Bric continue to move in and out. To fill me up with every dirty fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Stay here,” he says. “Stay here with us, Chella.”
I do. I obey. I keep my eyes open and kiss Smith back. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him so close, we might become one person.
“Don’t lose me,” I murmur. My mind is going black with the pleasure.
“We won’t,” he says back.
Then Bric pulls out and kneels next to me on the couch. He drags my face away from Smith and when he places his cock up to my lips, I’m so eager. I can’t stop myself from sucking him. My hands leave Smith, but he’s pulling away. I have a moment of panic, begin to reach out—
“Shhh,” Smith says. He’s between my legs now. His face buried in my pussy as Quin continues to make me crazy with his cock in my ass.
Smith’s fingers and tongue. Lapping against the soft skin between my legs.
Bric pushing my face into his cock. Pressing his balls up to my chin. So thick and hard.
Quin underneath me. Holding me tight. Making sure I don’t get away. Whispering in my ear. Telling me I’m pretty.
It goes on, and on, and I’m losing time, and myself, and my place in the world. I am trying to forget and remember. But I have no shame left. I push it all away and just…
Come all over Smith’s mouth. He laps me up like he’s so hungry. Like he’s starving and I’m the only nourishment he needs.
“Is this what it takes?” Smith asks, pausing to look up at me from between my legs.
I stop moving, but they never stop. Their hands are everywhere on my body. Every place that feels good. “What?” I breathe.
“This,” Smith asks. “Is this what it takes to make you happy? Is this what you want in your box?”
I am lost. I know it.
I am losing myself in this game we’re playing.
The diamonds around my throat are choking me with lust.
Everything is going black and I don’t care. I am gone. I am lost. I no longer exist. It’s just me and my sickness. My disgusting sickness. The addiction I’ve been pushing away for so long overtakes me again. And I’m floating in ecstasy as I beg. I beg and it fills me with shame. All the shame that should’ve prevented me from going through with this in the first place.
And I don’t care.
I don’t care.
I just want… more. I’m saying it. Screaming it. “More, more, more.”
I hear them talking to me. Barking out commands.
But I don’t care. I just want to give in. “Just one more time, I promise. Just one more time and I’ll be good. I swear. I will. Just one more—”
Everything stops. The black recedes.
“No,” I hear myself saying. I’m crying. I’m sobbing. “No, no, no. Don’t stop! Please—”
A hard slap across my face makes me stop.
Another, and another.
I begin to breathe again. Sucking down air as so many hands take control of me.
So many hands.
On my face, More slaps.
I am lifted up. Carried somewhere.
“Don’t stop,” I sob. “I swear I’ll never do it again. I promise. Just don’t—”
“Chella!”
Smith’s loud shout fi
nally reaches my ears.
He’s holding me. Cradling me like a baby as I cry.
I don’t know how long I stay like that. But when I realize that I’m not really alone. That they are all still there. I open my eyes and whisper, “I’m sorry.”
Quin is the first face I see. He’s leaning against me, petting my hair. His eyes are red and worried. Like he’s upset and that just makes me want to cry more.
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Shh,” Quin says. “Just…” He takes in a deep breath and lets it out. “Just be still now, Chella. We’re here. We’ve got you.”
I look over and find Bric. He’s got his hand up to his chin like he’s thinking very hard about me. He gives me a weak smile and then sits down on the bed. I’m in a bed, I realize. Bric is touching my face, his cool fingers so good against my cheek. “Are you OK?”
“That’s enough,” Smith says. He’s still holding me in his arms, his hard chest against my bare back. He pulls me even tighter and says it again. “That’s enough. Leave us alone for a little bit.”
We sit there in the dark quiet. I breathe because that’s the only thing I know how to do. Inhale. Exhale.
“I want to go home,” I finally say.
I feel Smith nod underneath me. But then he stops. “No.”
“I really need to go home.”
“You are home, Chella.”
I look around and realize they brought me to my own apartment at the Club. I’m in my bed. There’s the capitol building outside my window. There’s the snow that never seems to stop these days. There’s the city that I didn’t grow up in.
“You know what I find odd?” Smith asks after a few minutes of silence.
“What?” I ask.
“You never had bad dreams with Quin or Bric. At first I thought it was me.”
“Smith—”
“Shhh,” he says. “Just listen. I thought it was me. That I scared you. But then that night we spent with Bric, you didn’t have bad dreams then either. And I started to wonder about that. Wonder if your house was the reason you had the nightmares. The sleepwalking.”
“I don’t sleepwalk.”