[The Turning 01.0] Taking Turns

by JA Huss

  Take Rochelle, for example. I never liked her much. I put up with her. I fucked her plenty of times with Bric and Quin. But never alone. I didn’t like her alone. And I knew that pretty quick once we all got together.

  What if my feelings for Chella change after tonight?

  Yes, it’s better to know that up front, I decide.

  So I down my drink, throw down some bills as a tip for the bartender, and go home to think about this alone.

  Plan it out, I guess.

  What I’ll do to her. What I’ll make her do.

  And if this love isn’t real, I’ll know.

  I’ll deal with tomorrow… tomorrow.

  That’s what I always do, right?

  There’s always tomorrow.

  Chapter Thirty-Four - Quin

  “Do you know where we’re going tonight?” I ask Chella. We’re up in her apartment and she’s walking towards me with her new jewelry, holding out the cuffs for me to help her put them on. I take one and wrap the thick band of diamonds around her wrist.

  “Tell me,” she coos. She’s very excited.

  I’m very excited too, but I’m a little bit worried about her enthusiasm. She should be more apprehensive than excited. “No, I’m asking you,” I say. “To guess.”

  “Ummm…” She thinks for a moment as I finish up with the first cuff and she hands me the other one. “Bric’s apartment?”

  “No,” I say, handling the second cuff and taking the collar. It’s heavy with diamonds and platinum. Smith is definitely not afraid to throw his money around when he feels like it’s necessary. I’ll give him that. “Lift your hair up and turn around.”

  She does. And then she says, “Down to the basement?” But she knows that’s not happening.

  “Absolutely not.” I laugh, fastening the collar tight around her throat.

  “Then where?”

  I lean into her neck and kiss her softly, making her body shudder and tremble. “Smith’s apartment,” I whisper. “Has he ever taken you up there?”

  She melts into my chest, her body soft and pliable. God, this is going to be the best quad we’ve had. I don’t think we’ve ever had a girl we liked so much before. I know how this ends, but I like her. So I’m gonna enjoy every second of tonight. “No,” she says.

  “He’s in charge tonight, Chella. I’m gonna tell you the rules—”

  “Rules?” She spins around to face me. “What rules? When we’re all together there are no rules.”

  “Well…” I smile at her. “That’s mostly true. But see… maybe you haven’t noticed, but we like to spring new things on you at the last minute. To keep it all interesting.”

  She scowls at me. Pouts, really. Hands on hips, her lower lip slightly protruding. “What are they?”

  “Number One,” I say. “Smith is in charge. If he tells you to do something, you do it.”

  “No questions?” Chella asks, raising one eyebrow.

  “None.”

  “Good. I’m into that.”

  I let my chuckle because I know it’s true. She is into this. So much more than any other girl we’ve ever had before. “Number Two,” I continue. “He can tell you not to do something.”

  “Quin,” she says, frowning for real this time. “Please tell me he’s not going to stop me from having all of you.”

  “God, you’re such a little slut!”

  She laughs. “I’ve been telling you that for weeks. He won’t do that, will he?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t think so. He and Bric came to an understanding.”

  “What kind of understanding?”

  “Smith’s in charge. Usually Bric is in charge. But also that…” I hesitate. Bric called me a few hours ago, and we talked about Smith’s concerns. How he handled it. I wasn’t told not to say anything to Chella, but perhaps Bric just assumed?

  “Also what? Tell me, Quin. I always feel like I’m in the dark with you guys. I don’t need to know everything but a little more information would go a long way.”

  She’s right. She deserves to know what’s going on. Not all of it is mine to tell, so I’m not gonna give her everything. But a little more won’t hurt. “Bric said you needed it and Smith needed to give in to what you needed.”

  She frowns again. “What’s that mean?”

  “I think, Chella… you’re the only one who really knows. But I’m answering your question. Whether or not Smith will deny you what you want. And my answer is no. I don’t know how he’ll handle it, but he will handle it.”

  “Do think he’ll blindfold me?”

  “No.” I laugh. Why would he do that?”

  “They did last week when we were together. To keep me anxious, I think.”

  “No blindfolds,” I tell her, swiping a piece of hair away from her eyes. “We want you to see everything tonight.”

  She draws in a deep breath and finally—finally—there are the nerves that should’ve put in an appearance as soon as I walked into her apartment.

  “Are you ready?” I ask, taking her hand.

  She nods her head and says, “I’m ready.”

  “Then let’s go.”

  Chapter Thirty-Five - Bric

  The first thing I notice when Quin leads Chella through the door of Smith’s third-floor apartment is the dress. White, like a bride. Floor-length, with intricate beading on the skirt, and a plunging neckline that almost meets the high slit that comes all the way up the middle of her legs, barely covering her pussy.

  It’s a dress that no bride would ever wear on her wedding day.

  But this isn’t her wedding day. If I was going to continue the analogy it would definitely be more like the wedding night.

  If you were marrying three men at the same time.

  The dress was Smith’s choice and it makes me wonder about his state of mind these days. Chella’s throat is collared with diamonds, her wrists cuffed. We own her tonight, that’s what the jewelry means. Again, Smith’s idea. He wasn’t satisfied with what Quin and I had planned for her Christmas presents, so we gave in. We’ve been giving in to him a lot lately.

  I glance at Smith, leaning against the bar, holding a drink, and find him transfixed. No one else is in the room right now. Just him. And her. They look at each other like they are starving.

  We’re wearing tuxedos and Smith’s is brand new. Something a little edgier than he normally wears to the Club. Something he might have had specially made for his special day.

  I clear my throat and say, “Chella. You look so beautiful.”

  Smith sets his drink down on the bar and walks towards her, reaching with his outstretched hands. He takes her into his arms and Quin backs off, shooting me a look.

  Nervous, I realize.

  I think we’re all nervous tonight. And it’s not normal. Usually I’m in control of the first quad night and when I take control, I mean business. There is no room for nerves when I’m in charge. I don’t give anyone time to think, I just give orders.

  Smith leans in to kiss Chella on the cheek. Whispers something to her I can’t hear. I’d never tolerate that either. The purpose of the quad is to… be a fucking quad.

  But I gave him my word so I wait, patient, as they have a private moment.

  Smith backs away, still holding onto both of her hands, and then shifts until he’s got one arm around her. He leads her forward. Quin follows until the four of us are standing in the center of the large elegant room, looking at each other. So close, we form a tight circle.

  “Hi, Bric,” Chella says, shy.

  I don’t think I’ve seen her shy and I take a moment to wonder where it’s coming from. Smith?

  “Chella,” Smith says, taking her hand and placing it over my cock. “Do you want Bric to fuck you tonight?”

  No, I decide. Her shyness isn’t because of Smith. Smith is playing, that’s evident.

  Chella swallows, looks at me, then immediately back at Smith. “Yes.”

  Smith places a hand on her hair and pets her. “And Quin?
” he asks, taking her other hand and placing it on his cock.

  Chella doesn’t look at Quin. She only sees Smith. She stares straight into his eyes. He gazes back, their stare intense in its meaning. “Yes,” she tells him.

  Smith looks at me and says, “She’s yours. Give her what she wants, Bric.”

  Chella is still staring at Smith and I realize what they’re doing. This night is only about them. This night is about what she wants and what Smith will give her. He’s giving her… me.

  “Let’s have a seat, Quin,” Smith says, walking over to the couch. He takes a seat, Quin follows, looking a little confused. But he’s a good sport, so he sits down.

  Smith unzips his trousers and pulls out his already fully erect cock. His eyes never leave Chella. Her eyes see no one else. He strokes himself, his fist wrapped tightly around his dick, and waits.

  Quin looks at me and smiles.

  I look at Chella and smile as well. Smith has always liked to watch. And I’m happy to put on a little show for him.

  I walk around her, looking only at her body. She tries to turn with me, but I say, “Stand still, Chella. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”

  Her hard swallow is audible in the silent room. Fear. She should feel a little fear about tonight. I’m willing to give her that opportunity.

  “I like this dress,” I say. “It’s very pretty.” I finish my circle and stand in front of her. We are in profile to Smith and Quin, so they can get a look long look at what I’m going to do next. “But you know what I don’t like about this dress, Marcella?” I say her name with disgust.

  “What?” she asks softly.

  I reach for the deeply plunging neckline, grab one side with each hand, and rip it open, exposing her bare breasts. Chella gasps, takes a step back, but I pull her forward and kiss her lips, both hands holding her face close to mine as I breathe heavy into her mouth. “I told you not to move,” I whisper.

  She nods, looking me straight in the eyes, Smith temporarily forgotten as she deals with my demands.

  “I don’t like the fact that I wasn’t the one who picked it out.” I rip the rest of the dress, right down the middle of her stomach until the tear meets the long slit up her front and comes fully open. Little beads go flying everywhere, bouncing along the black marble floors until they roll out of sight.

  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.