by Cara Adams
Chapter Four
Inside the hood Aria’s face was damp with sweat and tears. When they’d touched her skin with the knife she’d nearly wet herself in fear. She’d lost all ability to remember that she’d asked for a forced seduction scene and had been terrified that the man with the raspy voice really would cut off her breast. He’d sounded like he meant it, and she was panic-stricken.
That lasted for about thirty seconds until her brain began functioning again, and she’d realized he hadn’t made her bleed even the tiniest bit. He’d let her feel the sharp blade, but he’d been in complete control the entire time. Nevertheless, when one of them had held the knife at her clit and talked about how some people removed women’s clits she’d been shaking in fear again. Aria knew women did all sorts of things to their bodies to please men, but she had no intention of agreeing to the removal of her clit.
Before long her brain began working once more and she knew it was just a threat aimed to scare her. Well it had sure as hell scared her. The tears pouring down her face were proof of that. When she’d agreed to be abducted she hadn’t stopped to think just how terrified she might be when it happened. She’d assumed she could handle it.
She had handled it. She knew—hmm, not knew exactly—assumed, no, more like hoped, they wouldn’t really damage her. She did trust them. Mostly. Probably. Ah, fuck it, if it’d been the men who’d shown her around the island she’d have trusted them. But these ones scared her. Two of them sounded really old and rough. One of them had a raspy voice as if he were a two-pack-a-day smoker, although there was no scent of cigarettes or any kind of tobacco here that she could sense. And there were at least two other men as well. That made five. Could she really fuck five men?
Five was the number they’d hinted at as well when they’d said they’d take her cunt, her ass, her mouth, her breasts, and her belly, although there might be even more than five of them. Several might take turns.
Suddenly Aria wasn’t sure that this was such a good idea after all. Likely she should have insisted on seeing the men, meeting them, and then stuck with one of her other fantasies, like dancing with seven veils in the harem.
She drew in a deep breath. I’m here now, and this is it. At least I’ll know what it’s like. And besides, I’ve wanted ménage sex for ages. That will be good.
But she wasn’t convinced. What if they were too rough and really hurt her? Was there even an Emergency Room on the island? Or would they have to fly her back to the mainland? Fuck! She could bleed to death before they even got there. Although surely there’d be a doctor or at least a fully qualified nurse here.
She was lying flat on her back, every inch of her exposed for hell knew how many men to stare at, and she was hot and needy at the thought of being fucked by them. Surely they’d give her a good time. They’d talked about four or more orgasms. She’d never had that many in a day before, although she’d never had sex with more than one man in a day before either. Even as a young adult she’d never really been a party girl. Sure, she’d had boyfriends and had sex. She’d even had sex standing up in an apartment stairwell once after a party when she was hot and horny and neither she nor her boyfriend at the time wanted to wait. But her usual sex was in a bed, alone with one man. Not flat on her back on the floor surrounded by she didn’t know how many men and they were all strangers.
Aria shivered. She was pretty sure it was a mixture of lust, anticipation, and fear, but the anticipation was winning. She’d asked for this fantasy, and she would enjoy it. If it didn’t turn out as she imagined it, at least she’d had the courage to give it a go. And surely the ménage sex part would be memorable, even if she couldn’t walk for a day afterward. She was on vacation anyway, and no one need know if she found she didn’t like it. None of her friends would force her to talk about it anymore than she’d try to pry secrets from them.
That made her wonder if Maddy, Piper, or Mackenzie had asked for ménage sex or fantasies like abduction and forced seduction. But she really wasn’t going to ask questions they didn’t want to answer.
She was so tangled up with her thoughts that when one of the men lifted her leg up and sucked her toe she almost screamed. How could I stop paying attention? I need to concentrate. This is my fantasy.
The floor was icy cold against her back and shoulders, but her ass was so hot and sore from the whipping, caning, paddling, and flogging she’d been given, that she relished the chill on that area of her anatomy.
Right now it felt like three men, maybe four, were touching her, laying her body out as they wanted it, and removing the metal cuffs from her ankles. Where were the other ones? What were they doing?
Then something was tied around her face and head. It pressed on the bridge of her nose, causing her to gasp, but it didn’t interfere with her breathing. It was firm, but not restrictive. Maybe elastic or rubber, like a giant rubber band.
A pillow, or cushion, was pushed under her shoulders so her head was tipped back, the hood was lifted off her mouth, and a cock was pressed against her lips.
“Show me how you deep throat a man. Take me right down inside you,” someone with a husky voice ordered.
At least this was something she felt confident about. Her very first boyfriend had taught her how to do this, and it was a skill she’d never lost, as her later boyfriends had all enjoyed blow jobs as well. She licked all around the head of his cock, which seemed broad and then wet his erection thoroughly. It’d been a while since she’d had anything to eat and drink, and she didn’t want him sticking in her throat.
When his cock was nice and slippery she sucked the head into her mouth, scraping her teeth very lightly over it and running her tongue around the join between the head and the shaft. And then she sucked him down. She did gag a tiny bit when his cockhead hit the back of her throat, but she overcame the reflex action easily and fed him down, sucking him as deep as he’d go and then gargling around the shaft, before letting him out until just the head was in her mouth again.
“Well done.”
It was just a whisper in her ear, but it sounded vaguely familiar, likely because she’d been listening to them all talk to her all the time they’d been here. Wherever here was that they’d taken her to.
That was another thing. Where the fuck was she? And when would they take her back to her room? Not that she wanted her supper anymore. She was much too interested in what would happen next. But when the time came would they show her how to get back to her room?
Surely they would. They couldn’t leave her alone, unless maybe she’d recognize where she was instantly when they took the blindfold off her. That was a possibility.
Suddenly Aria couldn’t think or concentrate anymore. Her jaw dropped open, her heart started pounding, and her limbs flopped limply onto the cold floor or wherever the men held them, as the dildos in her cunt and her ass were pushed deep inside her and slammed in and out at a dizzying speed. As well, there were hands on her breasts, teasing her nipples, and a finger rubbing her clit.
“Would you like to come? Would you like an orgasm,” the loud, harsh man asked.
“Yes, Master.”
Already the climax was building inside her. The men’s hands were rough and demanding, but they knew how to send her need rising fast and high.
“Are you sure? I can smell your arousal.”
She wasn’t sure if this was a question or not but she did want to come.
“Please, now, please.”
The toys were pulled out of her body, the hands disappeared, and she was rolled over onto her face, all her skin pressed flat to the icy-cold tiles. The sensation of having been abandoned was extreme. From being filled, teased, aching for release, she was now alone and empty, her nipples against the tile shriveling from the cold, no longer hard, needy points.
Instead of being surrounded by men touching her, teasing her, talking to her, there were no hands on her anywhere and no sounds. Not one of the men shuffled a foot, coughed, or did anything. For all she could tell, sh
e was alone in the room.
The desolation of rejection raced through her mind, leaving her on the point of tears, not from pain or fear this time but from abandonment. Abandonment. Dammit, this was a technique they were using on her to make her understand yet another aspect of her fantasy.
This total emptiness was why captives obeyed those who persecuted them. It was the beginning of Stockholm syndrome, the terrifying fear of being left alone and helpless. Well fuck. She wanted to come. She wanted them touching her. She’d enjoyed the punishment, although her ass was damn sore. It had all been incredibly arousing. And she was learning about another facet of the whole story. Well, she’d dealt with pain and fear, and she’d overcome loneliness too, hopefully soon. They hadn’t left her long the last two times they’d shocked her into learning something new, so hopefully they wouldn’t this time either.
There was absolute silence for what seemed like an inordinately long time. Aria forced herself to wait it out, not to beg them to talk to her.
Then the same man whispered was in her ear again. “Well done.”
There was movement around her again, lots of rustling, and she understood they were getting undressed, several of them, although she had no way of knowing how many, or if it was all of them. Hell, she still hadn’t worked out how many of them there were. She’d thought maybe five, but she wasn’t sure. There didn’t seem to be so many of them, but surely she’d have heard a door open and shut if some of them had left?
Aria desperately wanted to rip the blindfold off and see what was happening. Of course, with her wrists still in handcuffs that wouldn’t be easy, but she was sure she’d manage it eventually despite whatever it was banded around her head tying the hood on so firmly.
She was lifted up, hands on her arms and legs and lowered over someone—or something. More hands parted her ass cheeks, and then she was settled onto a man’s lap. His cock pushed up into her ass. Aria gulped and had to grit her teeth to prevent herself from asking what the fuck was happening. Well, she could guess part of it, but it didn’t make sense.
And then she understood. This was to be ménage sex, sex with more than one man. How many men, she didn’t know. But clearly she was sitting on the lap of the one whose cock was in her ass. She frowned, trying to figure out what would happen next, but the feeling of a huge cock, much bigger than the butt plug or dildo that had been in her before, was driving the power to think at all out of her head.
He pushed up into her, driving his cock deeper into her, while hands held her hips down hard, keeping her ass against his thighs. More hands spread her legs wide apart and lifted them up over rough, hairy legs. These legs inched closer and closer to her as her own smooth skin slid over knees and onto thighs. Then a cock was pressing against her pussy.
Her ass was so full and stretched, and her butt was still fiery hot from the punishment as well. The hairy thighs under her legs wiggled a tiny bit closer and drove that cock deeper into her pussy.
If anyone had asked her, Aria would have insisted her body was too full to accept another inch of cock. But somehow, her cunt stretched until the cock was deep inside it as well.
She was overwhelmed by a feeling of possession and fullness. Her internal skin was stretched tight, yet she gripped both cocks tightly, loving the feeling of them inside her. They felt so much better than toys. The toys had aroused her, but living cocks fulfilled her.
Palms covered her breasts and smoothed over her skin, pinching and stretching her nipples. Another set of fingers rubbed around her clit and then tugged lightly on it. More hands tipped her back against a hard shoulder, and a cock was placed at her mouth.
“Suck me,” someone ordered in a harsh whisper.
Hard bodies pressed against her from all directions as the cock filled her mouth. Her arms were lifted, and her wrists unshackled. Relieved, she gripped someone’s thigh and stretched her fingers a few times, before locating the balls of the man whose cock was in her mouth. Using every technique she’d ever learned, she rolled and stroked the man’s balls with one hand while using the other hand to steer his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth and, finally, down her throat.
The hands on her hips tightened almost painfully, and she was lifted an inch or so and then slammed, down full force, onto the man beneath her. His cock filled her ass, and the one in her cunt hit the opening of her cervix so hard her eyes filled with tears and she screamed.
Well, she tried to scream around the cock resting against the back of her throat, so it came out as a mangled groan. Hastily she let him out until just his cockhead was in her mouth, but she was too slow. The other men had lifted her and rammed her down onto them again, and this time someone pinched her nipples as well.
A climax crashed over her, mingled pain and pleasure, the pleasure as sharp and knifelike as the pain. She convulsed with an enormous orgasm, and Aria felt a moment of shame that she hadn’t been good for any of these men. None of them would have gained any arousal from the few brief minutes they’d been inside her.
But instead of complaining, one of them said, “That’s one. The next orgasm will be better. Concentrate, slave.”
The next one? Aria was too limp to even process this one.
* * * *
Seb was filled with pride at the remarkable way Aria had responded to everything they’d planned for her so far. She’d cooperated completely with the scene, shown her intelligence in her actions, and had climaxed damn hard on his cock, so hard, in fact, it would have been all too easy to let himself follow her into release. But he’d been serious when he’d asked her how many orgasms she’d had in a night before. He was determined that he and his brothers would smash that record and leave her totally exhausted from endless pleasure.
Leo was standing with his legs spread wide to make his cock the right height for Aria’s mouth. Leo had the most difficult position of them all—bracketing all three of their bodies with his legs to keep his cock at her lips. It would have been much easier for him if she’d been able to see and adjust her head accordingly, but they were all agreed that this scene required her to be blindfolded. Otherwise, the images they wanted her to imagine would have been impossible to produce. She’d have known there were only the three of them there right from the start, and she was so smart Seb was certain she’d have worked out who they were, even if they’d worn masks and disguised their voices.
So far they’d achieved every single one of their goals, and a lot of that success was because she was blindfolded. So Leo would just have to do his best, not that he’d said a word of complaint in the room tonight. Seb guessed Leo knew, as well as he did, that this was the only way the scene would work properly.
Cayden lifted a hand from Aria’s breasts and raised a finger. That was the signal to begin fucking her again. One finger meant they drove in and out of her together. Two fingers meant they moved alternately. So it was together. He twisted his neck to get a clearer view of Cayden’s face around Aria and Leo, and then pulled out in time with Cayden, before ramming back inside her fast and hard.
Instantly his dick throbbed with urgent need, but they weren’t planning to come yet. So he gritted his teeth again and concentrated on Aria. This was all about Aria. They had to bring her fantasy to life in a manner that completely fulfilled her. They needed to demonstrate to her so clearly she would be certain they’d do whatever they had to for her to be happy and fulfilled. And that meant lots of orgasms.
Seb lifted a hand off her hip, leaned way from her skin a fraction of an inch, and searched out her clit. It was hard and hot, just like her cunt. Damn, that was erotic, so very erotic, but welcome. Her cunt wrapped him in the most amazing environment ever. No woman had made him as eager to please her as Aria did.
He rubbed her magic button in time with his and Cayden’s united thrusts, making sure that his dick went in as deep as possible on every stroke and that her hot little clit was rubbed, pinched, or teased on every stroke.
Leo had his hands on her head, moving her mouth on
his cock, and Cayden was forcing her down on his cock in her ass. All three of them were working together to pleasure her, just as they’d do forever with the woman who agreed to mate them.
Seb had to stop and take a breath when he thought of their need for a mate. A woman just like Aria but who would always be there for them all. A woman they could teach everything about BDSM. A woman they would bring to orgasm after orgasm, night after night, teaching her the delights of fucking in every conceivable manner. Hell yes, Aria would be so perfect for them all. He wanted her so much.
But first, it was time to bring her to a second orgasm.
His dick was full and hard. If they didn’t bring her off soon he wouldn’t be able to prevent himself from coming. Cayden must have felt the same, because he indicated to pump faster and harder into her.
Seb pinched her clit hard and then again. Cayden’s hands were on her breasts, and Leo’s were tangled in her hair, which had fallen out of the hood. She shuddered, groaned, and then exploded.
Seb’s eyes nearly crossed as he held still inside her, willing himself not to come. He had to be strong. He would feel like a failure if they didn’t give her three orgasms. Four would be better, but three was essential.
The moment the waves of release stropped rolling over his dick, threatening to milk him of his cum and his restraint together, Cayden held up two fingers. Now they jack-hammered into her alternately, Seb pulling out as Cayden slammed inside her. Leo leaned over her head. A long black braid had unraveled and was hanging out of the hood as he moved her head this way and that.
“Again, Aria. You can come again. Concentrate now. Do it,” Cayden ordered.
Seb noticed he was using his own voice, but it was filled with urgency. Clearly Cayden was as desperate to come as he was himself. Hopefully Aria would be much too involved in the sex to recognize his voice. Seb dug his thumbnail into her clit, the little button hot and wet under his finger. He tugged her cunt curls as he did so, powering in and out of her, knowing he wasn’t going to last. He was unable to prevent himself from coming for more than a few seconds longer. His balls were hard and tight against his body, his spine was alive with the tingle that preceded his orgasm, and Aria was panting and groaning around Leo’s cock. Even with a cock in her mouth, the sound she made as she came for the third time was a high-pitched wail.