by Rye Hart
More than that, I couldn't believe I could be okay with it. But, even I couldn't deny just how intriguing it all was.
“So what are you studying?” Nathaniel asked.
“Political Science,” I said. “With a focus on women's studies, of course.”
Nathaniel looked impressed. Considering the fact that he was often referred to as a genius by the press, impressing him made me feel good.
“So, you want to be a politician, I take it?”
The entire table was listening again.
“I'd like to impact policies in this country, yes,” I said. “Not sure what that looks like just yet. I may end up going to law school.”
Dominic raised his eyes. “Oh really? I didn't know you were interested in the law, Ember.”
I took a drink, feeling parched all of a sudden, the weight of all those gazes pressing down hard on me.
“It's definitely a thought,” I said. “Perhaps I could pick your brain about applying to law school sometime?”
His smile widened. “You can pick my brain about anything, love,” he said. “Anytime, anywhere...”
He trailed off, but I knew what he was thinking. The look in his eyes told me that Jude had also spoken to him about our little fantasy and that he was all on board with it too. The look in his eyes said he wanted to devour me – sooner, rather than later.
I blushed and looked away, suddenly feeling like all eyes were on me again. In a normal situation, I'd be all for being the center of attention. But, in this case, I knew that all these men were picturing me naked. Picturing themselves using my body in any number of dirty, naughty ways.
The fact that it didn't scare me, but rather turned me on, was my true reason for blushing.
Four attractive, successful men – even if one of them was iffy on me – looking at me with naked lust in their eyes. A rigid anticipation in their bodies. They all wanted me. Wanted to fuck me. Wanted to please me.
The idea of being with them all was becoming more enticing as the evening went on, and I hadn't even finished one glass of champagne yet.
Zane was looking at me now, the scorn I'd seen before almost completely gone. He looked at me with new eyes, as if seeing me for the first time.
“I'm surprised by you, Ember,” he said. “You're nothing like I thought you'd be.”
“You assumed I'd be like my mom, I know,” I sighed. “Everyone does. I abhor her lifestyle, honestly. I didn't choose to go to a prestigious, all-women's college just so I could be someone's trophy wife.”
“Fair point,” Zane said. “I apologize for jumping to conclusions about you.”
“Apology accepted,” I said.
The rest of the meal went on peacefully, the conversation light and fun. There was much laughter and plenty of stories flying around. The focus wasn't just on me anymore, and it was nice. I no longer felt like an outsider amongst Jude's friends – I felt like somewhere along the line, they'd accepted me as one of their own. Or at least, accepted me as Jude's. He squeezed my hand and whispered in my ear, sending a pleasant chill through my body.
“I knew you could do it,” he said.
I wasn't sure what he meant by that and could only assume he meant winning Zane over. Which actually, had been easier than I thought it was going to be. For all he knew, I could have been lying. Not that many women go to a college like Agnes Bouvier to become trophy wives since it is a highly sought after, prestigious university that focuses on breaking the glass ceiling and putting women in places of power in this country – not on a trophy shelf or some billionaire's arm.
Plenty of colleges offered Mrs. degrees, had I wanted to go that route. I chose ABU because I didn't want to just be someone's wife, I wanted my own identity and career for myself. I wanted to make my own mark on this world. I wanted to be remembered as more than just the pretty redhead on some rich man's arm.
Something my mother never had or wanted.
As soon as dinner was over, dessert was served. Dark chocolate mousse with slivers of dark chocolate and homemade whipped cream. It sure as hell beat any birthday cake I'd had, and it was delightfully silky and light on the tongue. I looked over at Jude as I licked my spoon clean, swirling my tongue through the whipped cream suggestively, shooting him bedroom eyes at the same time
He smiled at me and watched every move of my tongue, transfixed on me like we were the only two people there.
As soon as dessert was over, Jude pulled something out of his pocket. A tiny box. My heart raced even more as I wondered what it might be. Not a ring box, right? God, it would be amazing, but it felt like things were moving way too fast for that.
He handed it to me and said, “Open it.”
I pulled off the top of the box, and inside was a silky piece of black fabric. When I lifted it out, I realized it was a blindfold. My heart really started pounding now. Far from a ring – and a hundred times more chilling and exciting.
“Here, let me,” Jude said.
I placed the box on the table and handed the blindfold to Jude. He had me turn around, and I was staring at Nathaniel who wore a pleasant mask, not giving anything away in his eyes or face. Just a sweet, gentle look that calmed me down more than he probably knew.
It was happening. I knew it in my heart that this was the beginning of the fantasy. It was becoming a reality for Jude, and I was going to make it happen.
He slipped the blindfold over my eyes, and everything went absolutely dark. I couldn't see through it at all. It served its purpose well. Jude's hands gently tied it behind my head, and I felt him lean forward and whisper in my ear again.
“Not too tight, I hope?”
His breath was warm against my ear and I shuddered. “It's perfect,” I managed to choke out.
“Good girl,” he said. “Now follow me, please.”
I stood, and he took my hand, guiding me away from the table. We were still outside; the air was warm and humid with just a hint of a wind tonight. The warmth grew, making me think we were nearing the fireplace. I remembered there was a cabana near the outdoor fireplace and had a feeling that was where we were headed.
Jude sat me down on a soft surface – something I didn't recognize. It wasn't a typical lounge chair, and he lowered himself down beside me, sitting so close, our faces were touching. Even though I couldn't see him, I felt him against me. Knew he was there.
He whispered, “Still okay with this?”
“Yes,” I choked out. Jude's hands moved along my face, stroking my cheek with such love and devotion. “I want to do this for you.”
“Does the idea of fucking my friends turn you on, Ember?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
It was the truth too.
“How much does it turn you on?” he asked me.
“Give me your hand,” I said.
Jude placed his hand in mine, and I lowered it to my crotch. I slipped his fingers underneath my skirt, letting him run his hand up my thighs, to my panties, letting him feel just how wet I was.
He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue forcing its way inside of my mouth and stealing the breath from my throat. He slipped his finger inside of me, then added another, drawing a sharp gasp from me. I moaned, wrapping my hands around his neck, but then Jude pulled away, stepping back so I couldn't feel him when I reached out.
“We'll have our fun later, Ember. For now, I'm only going to watch,” he said.
His voice was low and gravelly. Rough and commanding – and it turned me on so much to hear the raw lust and naked desire in his voice.
“Here are the rules,” he went on, “just so everyone is aware.”
Everyone? So his friends were here with us. They saw everything that was happening – and I could see nothing.
“The blindfold remains on, at all times,” Jude said. “Ember will have no idea who's doing what to her. If she doesn't like what you're doing, she can call a time out. Otherwise, you're free to do whatever you wish so long as it pleases her. Do you agree to these terms, Em
ber?”
“Yes,” I said.
My voice didn't even crack. Kudos to me.
“Everybody else? Agree?”
The others agreed as well.
I wouldn't know who was fucking me at any given time. This was a new idea – something we hadn't discussed before. But, I couldn't deny that the idea caused a tightness down below, a craving for their hands to touch me, some hint as to what was to happen next.
Within a moment after everybody had agreed, I felt two hands had doing just that. Someone stepped up and had gently nudged my knees apart. I thought maybe I could figure out who it was by the size of their hands, but it was harder than I imagined it to be. I felt the hands roaming my body. Exploring me. Touching me. But, I couldn't figure out who it was.
I shivered, trying to guess where he might touch me next, waiting for something to happen as my body continued to grow hungrier and more insistent with need.
With my legs spread, I felt fingers pulling at my panties, slipping them to the side. I gasped as a finger entered me, and all I knew is it wasn't Jude's. It felt different, larger and rougher. He shoved it inside of me as I cried out. My body trembled, and adrenaline surged through me like a river of electricity, making my heart stutter hard, my every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire.
A tongue flicked at my clit, circling it. I groaned, my head falling back. That's when I felt more hands holding my face, and lips were suddenly pressed against my mouth. New lips that tasted nothing like Jude's. His tongue was harsher too. Like the man who was going down me, this one's tongue darted between my lips and raked along the roof of my mouth.
His hands held my face firmly as he kissed me upside down. He pulled me backward, downward, until I was lying on my back. The man between my legs was still going to town, fucking me with his tongue as I whimpered and cried out against another man's lips.
My body was rocked with sensations and I felt like a live wire. It was all so fucking amazing.
The man kissing me pulled his lips from my mouth as the man going down on me pulled his sweet tongue away at the same time. I groaned, my voice pleading.
“Please don't stop!” I gasped.
Something brushed against my lips. I parted them slightly and felt the tip of a cock pressed against my mouth. I opened wider, swallowing as much of the unseen cock as I could. I heard him groan as I rolled my head back, allowing him to go deeper into my throat. Whoever it was let out a grunt of appreciation, but it still wasn't enough to tell me who it was.
As I licked and sucked the first man, I felt another cock pressed against my opening below. He was rubbing the head of his dick all over my pussy, teasing my clit and slipping just the tip inside of me. Arching my back, I groaned around the dick in my mouth, my pussy growing wetter as I waited to be penetrated.
The man suddenly thrust himself into me, sending a wave of spasms throughout my body. His groan was low and animalistic, as he filled me up completely with his throbbing cock. I cried out, but it was muffled since my throat was filled with another man's dick. He pumped that hard shaft in and out of my mouth at a steady pace, and I could do nothing but lay there, being taken from both ends, being filled up completely.
It surprised me to no end, but I loved it.
I wrapped my legs around the body of the man fucking me, pulling him deeper into me. He fell forward a bit, bracing himself with his arms on either side of me. The muscles in his arms were tense and corded as he held himself up while he plunged into me, a sensual growl rumbling through his chest and out of his mouth as he drove himself into me over and over again.
The man fucking my mouth started to slow down, his breathing was growing ragged and he was groaning a lot more now. Given how tense his body was, I could tell he was close. He pulled himself away from my lips and I teased him with my tongue instead, licking and sucking the tip of him while the other man continued to fuck me, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
Jude's voice piped up in the distance. “Come for them, Ember,” he said. “Give us all what we want.”
Hearing Jude's voice, so low and seductive, filled me with a pleasure so intense, I almost came right then and there. His deep, throaty growl reminded me of the way he sounded when he was fucking me. So masculine, so dominant. I was his, and I knew it. If he wanted me to come, I wouldn't deny him.
Not that I could have stopped it anyway.
My body shuddered as the first orgasm hit me hard, shaking me down to my very core. I cried out, my voice loud and clear.
“Oh God,” I called “I'm coming, Jude!”
“Good girl,” he said.
His breath was heavy now – and closer. He was close by, watching all of this, and his voice was saturated with passion. Dripped with desire.
“Come hard, baby girl,” he purred. “Let me hear you scream.”
“Yes, yes,” I said
My pussy tightened around the large cock inside of me. I felt it pulsing, and I knew whoever was inside of me, was close to bursting as well.
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned. “Jude, oh Jude!”
I cried out my man's name even though he wasn't the one fucking me. It felt natural, and from the low groan coming from Jude, he seemed to appreciate hearing me moaning his name. The man fucking me did too, it seemed. He gripped my hips, held me down and pounded himself as deep as he could go. He gasped, and I felt his body stutter. He lost his rhythm and grunted, and I knew he was filling me with his seed. A deep rumble worked through his body, shaking us both as he let out a long breath, unloading himself into me.
We came together, my body shaking with one orgasm after another, until every last drop of his cum was inside of me. He collapsed, but only for a second. The man at my mouth had backed away, allowing the man inside of me to brush his lips against mine.
“Thank you,” the voice said.
He was whispering. His voice so soft, I couldn't identify who was speaking, which was probably the intent – to keep me guessing and preserve the mystery.
“Now I see why Jude is so fucking crazy about you,” the mystery man whispered.
Then the voice clicked in my mind. Dominic. God, yes. Dominic had just filled me with his seed. I ran my hands over his chest to find his shirt was still on. Bummer. I reached down to where our bodies were connected, just to touch him. To feel him. As he slipped from me, the warm liquid rushed out of me, covering my hands in his sticky seed.
A collective groan sounded around us. Everyone had been watching – and everyone was apparently pleased with the view. Especially Jude who whispered in my ear, his voice tight and filled with the sound of carnal hunger.
“Oh yes, Ember,” he said. “You're soaking wet, baby.”
Dominic stood up and he was gone. Just like that. I couldn't wait for the next round. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined myself doing something like I was doing – but I couldn't deny that it felt so damn good.
Someone took my hand and sat me up, flipping me over onto my stomach, then helped me up to my hands and knees. He took no time rubbing his cock against me, probably figuring I was already warmed up and ready. No, he went straight in, penetrating me deep and hard. He moaned softly as he throbbed inside of me, holding tightly to my hips, keeping me in place. My head fell forward as he pumped his dick into me, making me gasp and moan. His cock was thicker than I was used to. I was stretched wider than I expected, and even though it hurt a tiny bit, it felt so very good. That pinch of pain made the overwhelming wave of pleasure that much sharper. The man seemed to know he was well-endowed, and he was gentle – at first. He moved slowly and let my body get acclimated to his size. He tightened his grip on my hips, pulling me to him as he pushed himself deeper in me.
“Fuck, she's still so tight,” he groaned
His voice was low, but it almost sounded like Zane's. I couldn't be sure though. The blindfold made me blind to the world around me. Let me have nothing but physical sensation. Groans start to sound alike in the heat of the moment. I cou
ldn't lie though – not having vision and only being able to feel seemed to increase the intensity by a thousand.
I cried out as he buried himself deeper into me, hitting my cervix with the tip of his dick. Pain surged through me but was mixed with just enough pleasure to make it all feel so fucking good. I wanted to pull the blindfold from my eyes, desperate to see who was fucking me. As soon as I reached for the fabric though, someone pushed my hand away.
“No, no,” Jude said. “That's against the rules, Ember. Be a good girl for me.”
“Yes, Jude,” I mumbled, my head falling forward.
The man behind me slapped my ass hard, and I whimpered. The stinging pain melded with the pleasure that gripped my body – enhancing it. My body rocked back and forth as he continued fucking me from behind.
A grunt sounded low in his chest, and his hands gripped my hair, pulling my head back. He drove his thick shaft deep inside of me, and a long, loud scream that had built up inside of me exploded from my lips as the man buried himself deep inside of me one last time.
Our bodies shook as we came together. He held onto me as he poured himself deep inside of me, then I collapsed on my stomach, feeling his fluids spilling out of me. The man rubbed my back gently, then leaned over me and kissed me on the back of the neck.
It felt so sensual, almost romantic, even though I didn't have the first clue who it was. I relaxed as he kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
“I hope you came hard,” he said. “Because I sure did.”
Zane. My entire body was weak now, and I knew there was one more person left. My body was quivering with pleasure, one intense orgasm after another brought on by two totally different men.
“How are you feeling Ember?”
Jude's voice was close at hand, whispering in my ear again. His hand stroked my cheek.
“Good,” I said. “Very good, in fact.”