10 Commandments

by Angel, Dark

  My breath catches, thinking about how it would feel. The sting of the crop. The tight silk rubbing against my skin, between my legs.

  I’ve watched Max tie women up before. I know the rope runs between her pussy lips, the tight silk rubbing her clit with every breath. I find myself imaging how that feels.

  My cheeks are flushed, my breath is coming fast, and my panties are already soaked.

  I change the feed to watch the gym. Finn, Jake, and Brandon are doing a circuit. I watch them. They gleam with sweat, and their muscles flex and bulge. They look so powerful, so strong.

  I flick the cameras off. I should do a round of the club before too many people get here. I need to get out of my office and stop watching the security feeds.

  Sighing, I get up to walk around the club. My club. I need to remember that. I stop and talk with the few clients already gathering. I keep my eyes out for the guys. Nothing.

  Yesterday, I couldn’t walk to the bar without almost bumping into two or three oiled chests. Today, Theo stands to the side when I pass him and actually checks his phone.

  I realize just how much I looked forward to their interruptions and the banter in the halls. For ten days, they have been everywhere—and now I feel alone.

  I don’t go to the bar. I don’t really want to be ignored anymore, so I go back to my office. I pass Drex. For a moment, his face softens, like he wants to say something—but then he looks down and walks into a playroom.

  It’s then that I realize I’m scowling. No wonder he ducked out; you don’t want to cross the boss.

  The boss, I think to myself as I’m shutting the door. That is exactly what they are treating me like today. Just a boss, not a woman.

  I sit back at my desk, saddened. This is what I wanted. What we needed. To be professional, to have some distance.

  I just didn’t realize how much I would dislike it.

  I turn the full feed on. My screen shows all the rooms at Scarlet. I find the guys and watch each of them. They’re all so fucking hot and so very good at what they do.

  Watching them, I can’t help but think about the two times I let myself go with them. Being surrounded by their monster cocks, their hot cum all over my body. Fingers in my cunt. Cocks down my throat.

  I writhe in my chair, watching. My clit aches. My pussy is dripping.

  I need them.

  No, I don’t, I think to myself.

  I’m an independent woman. I don’t need them. I can take very good care of myself. I’ve been doing it long enough.

  I shut off the camera feeds again. I don’t think masturbating in my office is very professional, but we do have the “Mistress Suite”—the owner’s VIP room, which I guess is mine now.

  It doesn’t get booked, but it’s set up beautifully and has a decent wine cabinet. I’ll go there, have a glass of wine, and indulge in my own fantasies—while staying completely professional.

  The room is beautiful. I haven’t really used it since taking over, and I really should. The walls are, of course, scarlet.

  There is a deep purple velvet couch, and there are black lacquer cabinets spaced along the walls full of all the toys you could possibly think of. There are also a couple of tall black chairs, with backs perfect for tying someone to.

  I open the only cabinet I have ever been brave enough to peek in and pour myself a glass of rosé. Delicious.

  Suddenly feeling very adventurous, I open another cabinet, this one across from the couch. There’s a monitor here as well, tapped into the same security feed my office is. Looks like my nightly creeping on the guys could have been a lot more comfortable had I known.

  Sipping my wine, I shut the cabinet. I don’t want to watch them right now.

  I open another cabinet instead, this one lined with paddles with a tray of jewelry—nipple clamps, clit bells, and a heavy looking plug with a jeweled flared base. I picture myself with a pretty pair of nipple clamps—and the look on the guys’ faces.

  They’ve been taunting me for ten days. I imagine teasing them back. I slide my dress off, and then my dripping panties. I’m not wearing a bra.

  The room is warm. I lie on the velvet couch, letting it caress my skin. I feel deliciously unprofessional, naked here in my own room at my club. I let every thought I have been struggling against bubble to the surface.

  Theo’s eyes burning, Max’s hard chest, Jake’s tongue. I think of all of them in turn, their bodies, their voices. Hands and cocks.

  I imagine them filling me, I think of them grabbing me, spanking me. Everything I have watched them do to clients, everything we have done together, everything I have ever imagined but never let myself admit.

  My hands trail across my skin, caressing my breasts, my throat, my thighs. I slip my fingers into my pussy, imagining a twelve-inch cock stretching me. I let my hands do what I wish I could let their cocks, their tongues, their hands do.

  My back arches, and I reach for the sweet release of orgasm. I am so very close. I imagine what it would be like if they came in right now.

  I hear a soft click. Did I imagine that? I have three fingers deep in my pussy reaching towards my G-spot, the palm of my hand grinding against my clit. I open my eyes for a moment.

  Ten men stand near the door, their chests bare. Some in leather, some in silk. I can see ten straining cocks hard and ready.

  “Miss Travers?” Theo says huskily.

  “Just…call me Eve.” I say and reach to them.

  Chapter 17

  Eve

  Theo is wearing a silk robe, and as he tears it off, he is the first one to get to me.

  The others strip off whatever they’re wearing and are close behind him. Theo covers my mouth with his, hands grasping my heaving breasts.

  Yes, this is what I want. I don’t want to be alone in this room, dreaming of sex. I want be filled. Now.

  My hands are in Theo’s hair, while other mouths are on my naked body. I reach out and pull someone else to me. Now I’m kissing Robin, and our tongues swirl.

  Theo kisses down my body. Jake pulls me to him, claiming my mouth. I am lifted off the couch and pulled from one strong pair of arms to another. I feel hard cocks pressed against my body and trails of pre-cum slink across my skin.

  I am held between Gideon and Brandon. Gideon’s tongue dances in my mouth, and Brandon leaves a trail of tiny sharp bites down my shoulder. I can feel their cocks pressing against me.

  Gideon’s rubbing along the lips of my dripping pussy, Brandon’s pressed against my round ass. Already, I imagine them filling me. And not the usual tongues and fingers—I want their hard throbbing cocks stretching my tight holes.

  These ten men are the sum of my sexual experience to date, and I think we are more than ready to take the next step.

  Drex pulls me from between the two men, and pushes me back onto the couch.

  “We interrupted her coming, guys. Let's make it up to her,” he says.

  A shiver runs down my spine.

  Gunther takes control of my pussy, slinging my legs over his shoulders. He lifts my hips, pulling my dripping cunt to his mouth and plunging his tongue into my tight slit.

  Robin positions himself below me and teases my ass with his tongue. Soon, both holes are full of their tongues and fingers, teasing and stroking.

  I reach out for the closest cock, wanting desperately to taste all of them. I’ve wanted this for so long.

  I catch Theo, and he lets my run my tongue over the head of his throbbing cock. I just have time to collect his sticky pre-cum on my tongue when he pulls away.

  Now Finn lets me taste him—then Gideon, Drex, Gustav, Theo, Jake, Brandon, and Max. None of them lets me have more than a taste of their delicious cocks. I long to feel them fill my mouth. I want to gag on a thick cock while Gunther and Robin fuck me with their tongues.

  The teasing cocks and the tongues plunging into my slit and my ass are too much for me. With one last thrust of his four fingers in my c
unt, Gunther sucks hard on my clit and throws me over the edge.

  Robin keeps pumping his two fingers in and out of my ass while I spasm around Gunter’s hand. My juices drip down my ass and Robin licks them up.

  Max has his cock a breath away from my lips, having let me lick his salty pre-cum just before I came. Now he thrusts it into my mouth. I suck hard on it, mimicking Gunther’s sucking on my clit. He thrusts deeper and deeper into my throat, and I gag a little, but take as much of him as I can.

  I moan against him as the other men can’t keep their hands or their cocks off me. They rub their throbbing lengths on my soft skin. Sticky pre-cum coats my belly and my thighs.

  I growl. I want those cocks. I have never wanted anything in my life the way I want a cock inside of me right now.

  “Are you ready for a cock in your tight little pussy, Eve?” Max growls, pulling his cock out of my mouth.

  It’s like he read my mind. I’m fucking ready. I’ve been a virgin for far too long.

  I’m ready to lose this damn cherry—and to ten delicious cocks at that. I don’t know which one I want first.

  “I can’t pick,” I moan. Drex smiles at me, and he grabs a tie from someone’s robe off the floor. He runs it over Gunther’s fingers still stroking in and out of my cunt.

  “Close your eyes,” Finn whispers, kissing my throat.

  “Oh, fuck, I’ve been dreaming of this,” I gasp.

  The silk covers my eyes.

  “So have we.” A husky whisper, and I can’t tell who.

  Hands are all over my body. I can feel my hot juices dripping down my thighs.

  I am surrounded by naked men. I can feel their bodies touching mine. My fingers graze cocks and abs.

  They shift, and someone positions himself between my legs. The others are still touching me, massaging my breasts, trailing fingers and lips across my skin.

  A thick cock head runs along my pussy lips. Pre-cum mixing with my slick juices, pressing softly at my tight slit. I take a deep breath, and someone kisses me.

  A deep and powerful tongue entering my mouth just when the cock between my legs presses slowly deep inside me.

  I feel my cunt stretching to accommodate the thick 12-inch cock. Slowly in and out, the cock plunges further and deeper inside me with each languorous thrust.

  “Fuck, she is so wet and tight,” he breathes.

  I shudder around him. I can feel my pussy squeezing his massive cock, waves of pleasure crash around me.

  This is what I have been missing.

  I come hard. A scream bubbles out of my throat, stopping short when someone kisses me hard. My hands reach, and I find two willing cocks to grasp, slick and sticky with pre-cum.

  I want to feel all of them. Almost as soon as I think this, the cock in my cunt slides out and is quickly replaced with another.

  Full again, this cock thrusts faster. I wrap my legs around the toned ass thrusting deep inside me.

  I pull him closer, urging him deeper and deeper into my pussy. I long to feel a full twelve inches. I am stretched around his cock, and his thrusts are shallower as I press him deeper inside me.

  The rest of my body is stretched out—a plaything for the nine men not currently fucking me. Someone has opened one of the gentler cabinets. I can feel feather-, silk-, and fur-covered crops tease my skin.

  Someone slaps my hardened nipple lightly with a soft crop, while someone else nibbles on my other nipple. Warm bodies, hard cocks, teasing fingers. All I am is feeling these men revel in my body.

  I can hear myself moan. I can feel my dripping pussy greedily pulling the cock thrusting into me closer, deeper.

  Someone is pulling on my legs. I open them, and again they switch whose cock is inside me. I want them all to fill me. I want to be surprised by each new cock. I can’t wait to feel each one and learn their differences.

  This one fucks me harder. They started me slow, stretching my tight pussy around hard cocks. Now I can take more.

  My cunt can almost take 12 full inches of throbbing man meat now. My skin is on fire, with the sensation of soft materials rubbing and striking me.

  A cock presses against my lips, and I open my mouth. I can taste my own juices on the soft skin filling my mouth. I love the taste of my juices mingled with the taste of musky their pre-cum. He presses deep in my throat, a slow counterpoint to the furious thrusting of the man between my legs.

  Two others hold my feet, pulling me spread-eagle, allowing the one fucking me to better access to my dripping cunt.

  They switch again. Fuck. I was almost on the edge of coming again. I can tell they won’t let me come again until I’ve been fucked by each of the ten cocks.

  This one goes in slow, holding my thighs. He pulls almost completely out of me, then thrusts hard back into me again. I buckle at the sensation of that sweet, forceful stroke into me.

  With agonizing patience, he continues this. I squirm, the sensation of feeling almost his full length with each thrust too much for me.

  I want to throw myself hard on that teasing cock. I want him to feel his balls against my pussy lips and the head of his cock hitting my cervix. I didn’t even know I wanted that until the man currently fucking me decided to tease me with his full length.

  I am writhing on the couch, still stroking a pair of cocks, when they switched right after someone put a cock in my mouth. One of the cocks in my hand is dripping with my juices.

  The cock in my mouth is replaced with another that hasn’t been in my cunt yet. All I taste is the thick pre-cum, almost sweet, coating my tongue before thrusting deep into my throat. Quickly, again and again.

  Suddenly, the cocks in my hands are pulled away, and my arms are held down. I can’t move—I can only writhe under their hands.

  The men who aren’t holding me down or fucking my cunt or my throat strike my bare exposed skin with the soft crops. I’ve watched them do this to countless clients and always imagined myself here—and now I realize that reality is so much sweeter than my fantasies.

  The blindfold keeps my guessing, and the cock moving slowly, purposefully in and out of my pussy is driving me insane. The crops strike my skin again and again, no rhythm or pattern to it, sending shocks through my body. The hands on my ankles and wrists are strong, holding me in place, exposed for everyone’s pleasure.

  With one last hard thrust, almost at full length, the cock in my pussy is replaced again. They still seem to want to torment me, as the agonizing slow thrusts are repeated.

  I groan and gag around the cock mercilessly fucking my mouth. He pulls out, and another cock covered in my cunt juice is thrust into my mouth. I swirl the new cock with my tongue and try to thrust against the cock between my thighs.

  A sharp swat hits my ass. Someone off to my left makes a disapproving noise, but someone to the right laughs softly.

  “You couldn’t pick who deflowered you, Eve, and now we get to do it the way we want.” Someone says in my ear, and then my nipple is squeezed hard.

  “Right now, you need to be a good girl and obey,” someone else says, another stinging swat to my ass with a hand. Then a feather runs down the length of my body, sending a shiver up my spine.

  The combination of the punishing spankings and the gentle caresses has my body confused. The man at my pussy speeds up ever so slightly.

  Another cock is in my mouth now. I taste myself mixed with more pre-cum. Someone is below me again, a tongue teasing my asshole. My ass cheeks are held apart, and strong hands massage them while the rim of my ass is licked and flicked.

  I gasp, and the cock in my mouth presses deeper. I can almost take the length of him into my throat. I feel my body start to vibrate with pleasure, the cock in my pussy speeding up again—almost all the way, each delicious inch sliding deeper and deeper into my cunt.

  I reach the edge of orgasm, but he pulls away.

  They leave me like that, throat full of cock, a tongue teasing my ass, spread-eagle, soft swats
hitting my hips and my breasts, and my pussy dripping down my raised ass—empty again.

  I squirm. I want to be fucked. I need to be fucked.

  I have only felt half of them, and I must have each one of them in my pussy. I need them now.

  I can feel a slick head pressing against my slit again. Like the first cock, he teases me with the tip of his dick. I wish I had some control of my body, so I could thrust myself onto him.

  The cock in my mouth is pulled away with a popping sound, and another one dripping with my juices replaces it. He teases my lips with the head of his cock.

  The guy teasing my ass with his clever tongue stops suddenly. I whimper. I want more.

  I want them all.

  I shudder. Wanting more sends a wave of pleasure through me. They’ve switched who is holding me, but always quickly enough that I can’t get free. I am trapped by lust and by their powerful hands. Time slows, and I lose all sense of myself to the wanting.

  A sharp spank on each side of my ass seems to be the signal they were waiting for. My mouth and my cunt are filled with thrusting cocks. They fuck me from both sides hard and fast. My breathing comes fast, and I can barely think—I’m about to come again.

  They switch again. The few seconds where I am empty are enough to drive me back from the edge. I can’t orgasm.

  They won’t let me.

  They drive me to the brink then pull away.

  My back is arching, and someone nips at my breasts with sharp teeth. My hands are grasping, and someone kisses my palm with gentle lips.

  I groan, again at the brink of falling into an earth shattering orgasm. And again, they pull away. Only my hands and ankles are being touched.

  I feel stretched, and my skin tingles with fire. The feather traces a path from my gasping lips, across my ribs, down my belly and to my quivering cunt. It tickles my throbbing clit.

  “Please,” I whisper. I lick my lips and taste myself. I want more.

  “Please what, Eve?” someone whispers in my ear.