10 Commandments

by Angel, Dark

  Back at work, I try to pull it all together, get back into the routine of being the boss, but in the back of my mind, it’s always there.

  The one thing that I feel is safer.

  With ten men guarding me day and night, I feel like I will be okay—but still, I find myself glancing over my shoulder more than I ever did before.

  I think anyone would be doing the same.

  Chapter 22

  Eve

  A new client walks in. She has a very expectant air about her. I immediately dislike her, but a client is a client. It’s not up to me to judge. She’s very posh, and very different from our normal clients.

  “I’m looking for something in particular,” she says, almost as if I’m expected to know what that is.

  “Well, how can we help you today?” I say. I fold my fingers together to help keep myself level.

  “Are all of your employees here today? I’ve heard good things about them. There’s 10 of them, right?”

  “Yes, and we are currently on walk-in status as our next appointment isn’t for a few more hours.”

  She lays down ten thousand dollars and my eyes grow wide in shock. Looks like we got ourselves a VIP.

  “I would like time with all 10,” she says firmly. “As much as I can bear.”

  All 10 of them agree to the job, and run through the rules with her. Especially letting her know there’s no sex involved. She explains she’s very experienced with being dominated and wants a more extreme experience than she’s had before, and not to hold back on her. Give her the full gambit of everything they are able to do.

  They blindfold the woman, and begin to tease her whole body, fully clothed. First, they begin with ticklers and sensation toys. She squirms, but some of the guys are holding her limbs tightly.

  They slowly strip her as they tease her, and grope sensual, nonsexual areas on her body. They look at me to make sure what they’re doing is okay, but I shrug. They’re doing their job; I’m not going to complain as long as they don’t break the rules.

  Getting more handsy with her and groping more sensual areas, they eventually strip her naked. Then they start whipping her and spanking her with a riding crop. They each trade off positions and instruments every so often.

  She finally begs to be flogged. They bring out a cat-o-nine-tails, which they explained previously to me. It’s a very intimidating toy. They whip her and she finally cries out for the first time, very happily. I see cunt juice dripping down her leg as they beat her and start to get fairly aroused myself.

  I pull up a chair and start to get more comfortable as I watch them beat her.

  They whip her over and over, and her screams and moans start to get to me. I reach down to pull up my skirt and start to mess with my clit, careful not to let any moans escape my lips.

  Some of them glance over at me and smirk as they see me touch myself. That they know what I’m doing works me up even more. I start to feel like a horny cat, dripping and aching for their cocks.

  They pull the sides of the blindfold over the client’s ears to deafen her, and nod to me as they watch me. I glare at them, but I continue, fingering myself even harder, building up to a big orgasm.

  With each spank, smack, moan, and scream I grow closer and closer to orgasm, and their paces start to slow as they stare at me. Their eyes on me makes me cum around my fingers, and I squirt across the chair and platform I’m on.

  I calm down and scold them for staring on as they’re supposed to be working. Pay attention to your client, you horny dogs!

  They shift her around and lift her up to a hanging thing. They string her up and tie her up with a bunch of rope and start to tease and beat her more. They put clamps on her nipples and she responds very positively.

  They scratch and scrape and whip her and she obviously loves every second of everything that’s happening to her. They start to put heavy weights on her nipples and she smiles wide, but says yellow. That’s a little too much. Just less weight please. They oblige.

  She asks them to punch her in the stomach and legs. They do so, hitting her and bruising her.

  I play with myself again, even more passionately. Building up to an even quicker orgasm as I watch them work over this crazy, horny woman.

  I know I’d never want what kind of treatment they’re giving her, I think, but it’s really hot to watch. And I especially know they’re going to take out a lot of their pent up horny frustration at what they’re doing to this woman on me, and that drives me even further.

  I finger my cunt and ass at the same time, much to the enjoyment of the men. I’m moaning and screaming out, and the whole building is filled with her moans and mine as I cum and squirt really hard.

  They start to focus on wrapping up, and I quickly compose myself and disappear into my office before the client is able to see any of what transpired just beyond her view.

  Chapter 23

  Finn

  Eve is driving me insane. I can’t get the image of her lying back and masturbating out of my mind. Sometimes, I swear I can smell her pussy lingering in the room. In all my years, I have never found this to be a problem for me.

  Why now? Why her?

  I’ve never found myself so attracted to anyone in my entire life. This woman is a drug. She is constantly on my mind. Even when I’m with a client, in the back of my mind, I see Eve.

  Walking a client to my room, the moment I pass Eve in the hall, I am instantly hard. She notices it and stops me. Placing her hand in the middle of my chest, Eve politely asks the woman to wait inside of the room.

  Her eyes hold the shadow of the Devil inside of them when she speaks to me.

  “Finn, don’t assume I didn’t notice that! Remember, you are not to touch yourself when you have thoughts of me unless instructed. Got it?”

  I feel like fifty thousand volts of electricity are rushing through my body. I am the dominant one here, but I shake my head without saying a word. I feel mentally drained from that one experience.

  I spend the next few hours with my client. Her body is the place where I will dispose of my frustrations. Flogged, welted, and bruised, she leaves the club happier than when she arrived. I keep my wits about me for the sake of my name. I have a job to do, and I can’t lose sight of that.

  I should’ve stayed in my room. Because when I walk out, Eve is on the main floor of the club wearing a black corset, a sheer pair of panties, and heels that lengthen her legs. All I can think about is those stems wrapping around me while I pump every inch of this 12-inch cock into her dripping cunt.

  She knows what she is doing to me, to us.

  Stopped in my tracks, I notice that Theo is on the other side of the room, and she is headed towards him. I feel bad for the man. I know how hard it can be to focus on anything when this little vixen is on the loose.

  We have created a monster in Eve. She was so sweet and innocent—but now, she is a sensual succubus.

  I chuckle to myself when she pats right above his cock and walks off. He looks just like I did back in the hallways. This woman is playing with fire, and she knows it. Maybe she’s waiting for us to all break and just pound her. Fuck her until she is ravished and worn.

  Every day, she gets bolder and more flirtatious with us all. During the last after-hours beer run, each one of us voice our thoughts on this.

  “I don’t fucking know how long I can do this shit. She has my dick throbbing by the end of the night. I had to jerk off between clients.”

  I know that was too much info, but fuck, she knows what she does to us.

  Drex explains how he got it bad the other day. “Did you fucking see that red lacy thing she was wearing? She came out of her office and tucked the panties down the front of my towel. I almost shot my load right there in the hall. Fucking teasing little minx.”

  I can’t stop laughing at this point. No, it’s not funny, but if Drex had to explain to his client why he had semen running down his leg, oh man. Drex will never live that down.
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br />   The next day as the club closes, it’s me, Gunther, and Brandon who will drive Eve home.

  Nothing has happened recently, but then again, we never leave her alone. She always has one of us by her, and after being driven home, one of us parks on the couch for the night. We’re taking this threat seriously.

  As the lights dim, Eve’s voice startles me coming over the intercom.

  “Boys, please meet me in the VIP room after everyone is gone. I have something I need to show you.”

  I look at the other three guys, wondering what’s up. She hasn’t done that before, but Eve is acting a little strange lately.

  “What do you think she wants?”

  I ask them, but all I get are shrugged shoulders.

  Brandon makes the rounds of the place, locking the front door after the bartender is gone.

  “Alright, let’s go get what boss lady wants now.”

  Following Brandon’s lead, all of us stop the moment we walk into the room. The walls are still red velvet, with toys attached to the wall—but in the middle of all of this, Eve is lying on the round bed, naked. Her hands are tracing up and down her bald pussy as she whimpers softly.

  “Holy shit!”

  I can’t believe she is doing this again. First with the client in the room, and now with just the three of us. Is she trying to kill us all? Because damn, I don’t know how much more of this woman I can take without having a taste.

  Breathing deep to clear my head, I let her do her thing. She’s the master of this show. She is making us all puppets for her pleasure.

  And mine, too, if I’m being fucking honest.

  Chapter 24

  Eve

  Smirking, I lie spread open on the bed, watching their jaws drop from seeing me in all my naked glory. Am I a tease? Yes, but the one thing they can’t say is that I don’t get them hard as rocks.

  Plus, tonight, I won’t be teasing anyone. I want all those 36 inches of hot cock inside of me.

  Gunther, Brandon, and Finn look shocked as they watch my fingers trace up and down my pussy lips. When I dip my index finger inside before bringing it to my lips, they all groan.

  I want to giggle like a school girl, but I don’t. It would be rude to taunt them, right?

  I suck the tip of my finger as though it were a cock. Of course, not one of their cocks. If it were, I would have had to use my entire hand to mimic one of their dicks.

  “Are you going to stand there and watch? Or join me on the bed?”

  My voice never wavers. I’m finding this new confident side of me fun. I like this new side of me. I might have to keep it.

  Gunther is the first to make his move. Yanking the clothing from his body, he doesn’t bother to fold it. A lump of fabric on the floor is how he will find it later.

  “Mama raised no fools. I know a good thing when I see it.”

  I use a single finger to call him forward. I’m already wet.

  Bypassing my soaked pussy, Gunther slides up my body, kissing me in a passionate embrace. Our lips crush each other, our tongues dance.

  I don’t know how soon Finn and Brandon joined us, but I feel their hands moving up and down my thighs soon after.

  I am a lucky woman. Not everyone finds the one person who completes them, and yet here I am—with ten strong soldiers to keep my life in check. They take care of me, and I make sure to take excellent care of them.

  Gunther pulls back, smiling at me. I don’t know what he has planned, nor do I care. I know that anything they would do to me I will enjoy. In the few times that we have been together, my men have learned about my needs.

  Kissing his way down the center of my chest, Gunther doesn’t stop till he has reached my mound. My pussy lips are now seeping a sweet liquid that lends proof to the fact that I can’t deny them ever.

  “Oh, fuck,” I say.

  While Finn and Brandon both take one breast into each of their mouths, Gunther gives my pussy it’s the first kiss of the day. I draw my legs up on the bed, my feet now resting on my soles. I love having my pussy warmed by the breath of a hot-blooded male.

  I jump as Gunther slaps his hand down on my wet lips, a crack sending shivers up my spine. I can’t breathe at this point. I’m intoxicated on the rush of lust filled feelings.

  “Shit. Smack it again!”

  Another slap on my pussy lips. Could I like pain? I think so.

  Finn moves from my tits. He is now at the side of my head with his cock rubbing against my cheek. I know he wants me to suck his dick.

  If I’m honest, I’ve been salivating to get a taste the whole day.

  I stretch my lips around the head of Finn’s cock, my tongue French kissing the opening. I can tell he’s enjoying it the way he jumps the moment I lash out with my slithering tongue.

  “Shit, Evelynn, Eve!” he groans.

  My mouth takes him deeper. I can’t ever get enough of sucking a cock. I don’t know if it’s because I’m entirely in control, or that I love the taste. Either way, I have become quite the skilled cock-seductress.

  Gunther pulls his body up, pushing his cock against my clit. He makes a few taps on the small bundle of nerves before he completely engulfs himself inside of my tight walls.

  “Fuuuuck, Eve.” He groans between pants.

  I love the way I feel when there is a thick cock inside of either my pussy or ass. It makes me shiver from the profound impact on my cervix. His cock is hitting the deepest point of me with each stroke inside of my velvet walls.

  Not to be left out, Brandon places his cock in my hand, wrapping his fist around my palm. He has me stroke his dick for him. Of course, I love the way the veins pulsate against the tips of my fingers. The pre-cum he’s leaking acts as lubrication for the hand job.

  “Stroke my fucking dick, babe. Yeah, stroke me.”

  Brandon’s voice is raspy. He keeps pumping his hips against my hand. I don’t stop, but I do tighten my grip on his shaft. I want his waiting for a turn at cumming to be mind-blowing.

  Gunther lifts my legs over his shoulders, his cock barreling full force into my pussy. The sounds of all this echo off the walls of the room. We’re all enjoying each other in the most pleasurable ways possible.

  I take all of Finn inside of my mouth, but on the other side of my head, Brandon now waits for his turn. He wants to be inside of my warm mouth as well. They share my mouth for the pleasure of both of their cocks.

  From one side to the other, my head moves to give each a chance to slide down my throat. I’m tasting the sweetest pre-cum of them both. I might be biased, but I think that no one could ever taste better than my men do.

  All at once, they pull back from me. It’s time for a switch.

  “Flip over, Eve. Time for the real action to start.”

  I move from my back to my hands and knees. That’s when Gunther slides beneath me, his hands on my hips to pull me onto his cock.

  “Oh, shit!” I cry out in pleasure.

  I’m stifled quickly when Brandon pushes his cock into my mouth. His hands on both sides of my head, Brandon feeds me every bit of those 12-inches he has between his legs. I take it all with a new-found fury. I want to please them—nix that, I must satisfy them.

  Gulping every inch of that massive dick down my throat, I’m unable to make a sound when Finn shoves himself into my waiting asshole. Tears might be running down my cheeks—but not because I’m in pain, but because this is a part of me that I’m growing to love.

  I’m being double—no, triple penetrated.

  I pull my head back, growling out filth. Sex is the one time I do not filter my words.

  “Fuck my cunt! Fuck my asshole. Oh my god, fuck my mouth!”

  I can’t believe what I’m saying. I have become the kind of girl who begs for sexual needs. It’s not like they’re mad at me, or would say no when I ask. We’re all on a different level now, one where we can say and do anything without shame.

  Brandon wraps his hand around m
y hair, his cock pushing between my lips once again. I let the thick head draw a path over my tongue and take him until there is nothing left. I can deep-throat now. I used to watch movies and wonder how it’s done, but no more.

  My body moves like a pendulum back and forth. One pulls out. Another takes its place. I’m continuously full of enormous dick.

  “Oh, fuck!” Brandon growls.

  “Fuck is right. Eve’s ass is so tight.” Finn replies.

  Here I am, getting all this dick inside of me, and they’re acting like I’m not even in the room. I would call them rude, but I can’t. I know better. I encouraged all of this to happen today. I teased them until they couldn’t refuse me pleasure.

  My hips are rocking back full force on these two cocks, with the only thing separating the two a thin layer of skin.

  Before I can pull back, Brandon’s cock fires off the first shots of cum down my throat. Like a rocket, he explodes down my throat with a massive gush of cum. Of course, I swallow it all. I would never allow a drop to waste. I love the way cum tastes.

  Brandon pulls out of my mouth, leaning down to kiss my lips softly. That’s the one thing about these men that I enjoy—they always show me that they care, even when they’re using my body for their own Candyland game. Move the piece on the board, where you land is the hole you take.

  Gunther pulls out of my pussy, his hand moving down to massage my clit. With his thumb and forefinger, he pinches it hard, growling into my face with demanding fury. I have never seen him act this way.

  “Cum for me. Do it now, you dirty little bitch!”

  I whimper as I let his words take me to a place I never knew I could reach. I am cumming with a force that blinds me for a moment. Fireworks explode inside of my body as a rush of heat soars through my veins. I can barely hold myself up. I worry about collapsing but don’t.

  Finn never stops. His cock is pounding my ass with renewed strength. Even when I’m cumming, he doesn’t stop. He goes harder, using my flowing cream as extra lubrication.