Ryan took the woman into his arms. He ran his hands down to her ass and clasped her there. Holding on, he backed up a few steps until he had her where he wanted her. Then he leaned in, kissed her, and, looking into her eyes, he said, “We need her naked, guys.”
Tim got right on it. As Vinnie leaned his ass on a stool and watched, Tim stripped her of her little jacket. Then he stood behind her. With a fair lot of gratuitous fondling of her tits, he unbuttoned Kai’s blouse and peeled that away, too.
“Well, look what we’ve got here,” Tim said.
Vin was looking, all right.
Their girl wore the same ridiculously hot bra she’d had on that day in Montauk. Totally full coverage, her breasts were completely contained—not a bit of cleavage or slope of tit visible. And yet, not—because the whole deal was so sheer, it almost wasn’t there at all. The pink circles of her areolas, the darker raspberries of her nipples—all were on perfect display. Just a thin layer of silk making them all the more enticing, like a veil lightly concealing a beautiful bride.
That day months back, he’d imagined biting those nipples right through that crazy-hot bra.
Today, he was going to do it.
He gave it a minute, though, because Ryan had his fingers on the back of Kai’s skirt. He unfastened the button at the waistband and slid the zipper down. Grazing his hands along her hips, he lowered the skirt until it fell to the floor. Lifting one heeled foot and then the other, she let Tim take it away. He added it to the collection he’d been building on a side chair, like the spoils of war.
And there Kai was in her glory. The panties were the same deal as the bra—1940s style coverage, and yet not really there at all. The solid lines of elastic at the waist and leg openings just served to frame her goods. Leaning to one side and then the other, Vin could see the cleft of her pussy, maybe even a hint of the little petals and bud. And the crease of her ass, darkening where it was deepest before it disappeared between her thighs.
She was…a spectacle. Vin knew his pants weren’t the only pair tenting in appreciation.
“Nice, babe,” he said as he moved in. “You dressed up good for this party.” He nudged alongside Ryan, so they both faced her. Tim was at her back. “Hold her, Tim.”
His buddy got the idea. He took Kai’s upper arms in his hands and pulled her back, so she was braced against his body. Tim held on, and Vin got what he wanted. He settled one hand at Kai’s waist, slipping his pinkie into the elastic of those panties, and took a nipple into his mouth.
The sheer fabric of the bra was just slightly abrasive as he drew his tongue over that tit. The heavy seam in its construction ran right over the tip, and he stroked his tongue there. He sucked her into his mouth like he was a starving infant and drew hard. Hard enough that she moaned.
Or maybe Ry was making that happen, because he was at her other tit.
It was a stirring image. Three big men fully dressed in their suits surrounding one woman in nothing but heels and hot undies. One of them behind her, holding her captive, while the others ransacked her tits.
Vin lifted his head to savor the view and received another little gift for it. Damp, the bra’s fabric became totally transparent. It clung to the contours of Kai’s nipple like an invisible layer of skin.
“Jesus,” he said, pretty much awestruck. It was obvious what he had to do next. “Spread your legs a bit, babe.” If there was one thing he was going to do before he died, he was getting a look at her pussy with those undies wet over it.
He went to his knees and clutched Kai’s left thigh in his hands. Then, starting as deep between her thighs as he could get, he planted his tongue and drew it up her cleft. With a couple more strokes and a little suckling, he saturated her panties at ground zero. Leaning back, ass on his heels, he admired his work.
Kai hadn’t minded what he’d been doing with his tongue. She arched back against Tim, holding herself in place now all on her own. She’d even slid her arms up to grab hold behind his neck. That left Tim’s hands free to wander, and they’d done that. He had one on her belly, most of the fingers edging below the elastic of the panties. The other cupped the breast that Vin had left unattended.
Ryan held her, too, also leaning back for a look.
Kai looked like a sexual Amazon. She wore her hot lingerie like a kind of armor—the sort that wasn’t meant to protect so much as highlight. In three critical areas, it essentially disappeared to reveal all—two hard, reddened nipples and one pretty pussy. Six male hands adorned her body, three men who hadn’t conquered her so much as had been conquered. Like they were there for her pleasure, enslaved more than enslaving.
Vin knew it would still be true later, when they had her bound as Ry intended.
He gazed up at her, and, even though she wasn’t gazing back, even though she had her face turned into Tim’s neck, he knew she was expecting his words. “We gotta make her come before we get her out of these things.”
Kai moaned, helpless and powerful all at once. Vin watched as, decisive as always, Tim slid the hand he had tucked into Kai’s undies from the front to the back. Kai’s next moan—part moan, anyway, part wail—and the little tug of wet lingerie at her pussy, signaled what Tim was doing with his fingers. With his other hand, he went back to work at her nipple.
Ryan did the same, using his fingers to tug and twist. He leaned in to kiss Kai and then ran his mouth along her neck. Maybe he hadn’t heard Kai’s ban on marking her, or maybe Kai was beyond noticing, but Vin was pretty sure she’d be walking away with some physical reminders of what was happening to her.
He was fine with that. At this point, Ry’s mark on her was no different than his. Which didn’t mean Vin wasn’t going to leave his own little love bruise on her thigh before he was done with his work there.
But she needed him now, he could tell. He watched what was happening to her for a couple more seconds, while he worked his middle finger past the band of elastic and into her cunt. After she let out a shudder, he tugged with his finger to kind of beckon her forward.
Using his mouth to work her, he gave her what she needed. While Ryan and Tim pinched her nipples and reamed her ass, Vin ate pussy. He slid his tongue along her cleft, slick with his spit and her juices and the sheer fabric of her panties. He hovered over her clit and drew her in, sucking hard, stroking, grazing with his teeth. He shoved another finger into her cunt and finger-fucked her.
Their girl had never had a long fuse, and she wasn’t going to withstand much of this. Her hips rocked as she opened herself for reception both front and back. She moaned and cried out, and Vin could tell that Tim was going at her ass pretty hard. He knew when her legs gave out, too, and so did Tim. Leaving her tit, he wrapped one arm around her waist and kept her on her feet.
Kai finished it herself. She kept hold around Tim’s neck with one arm, but she put her other hand in Vin’s hair. She held his head as she flexed her pelvis, smashing herself against his mouth. Grinding, groaning, she made herself come.
They were all in on it, though. All of them turned on and making sounds of pleasure. Each of the guys was humping against her in some way. Everyone’s hands contributed, hers and theirs, forcing pleasure to rock through her.
She bucked and moaned, riding a prolonged orgasm, jerking herself against one set of fingers penetrating her and then the other. Collapsing, finally, she and Tim went to their knees together.
“Hey, babe,” Vin said to her. He held her face, turning it from where she lolled against Tim’s shoulder. With his thumb stroking along her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her. “You know what has to happen now, right?”
* * * *
Kai watched Vinnie’s lips move and knew she’d missed something. Her ears were still ringing, like often happened when her men focused all their prodigious sexual skill on her.
No complaints, though. A little mind-blowing, three-on-one, wild sex was exactly what she’d anticipated when she’d slipped into that bra and panty set from La Perla. The one she’d worn to
distract three men in Montauk while implementing a little retaliatory bondage.
They hadn’t failed her yet—either the undies or her men.
And she’d known it was coming, so she wasn’t really surprised when, after nimble fingers stripped her naked, Vinnie held her right hand out and Ryan wrapped a crimson tie around her wrist. What came next was unexpected, though, and she tilted her head back in curiosity.
Tim had his hands along her ribs and was lifting her up, nearly off her knees. Ryan stretched her arm up over her head, and secured her there via the tie to…
“I didn’t know those were there.”
Two chains, their inch-long links coated with black plastic, hung down from the dark beyond a displaced ceiling tile. Of her own office. She double-checked, remembering that she’d been nearly cataleptic with pleasure just a few minutes earlier.
“Ryan’s handy, remember,” Vinnie advised. He lifted her left hand, too. Apparently, someone had placed another tie there during her distraction. “He did a small remodel.”
“Upgrade,” Ryan said. He stood at her side and stroked a finger along her cheek. “All the hot CEOs are looking for something like this.”
“Huh,” she said. Naked, suspended from very secure chains—she tested them, and knew Ryan knew his business—she was well and truly caught. Entirely at their mercy. “I hadn’t known.”
“Last month’s Architectural Digest had a whole spread on it,” Tim said.
“Specs and all,” Ryan added.
“You guys are funny,” Kai said.
“I’m glad you think so,” Tim told her.
But she wasn’t laughing. From next to her, Ryan had taken hold of a nipple. Her whole breast felt tense, firmly thrust forward by the way her back arched with her arms raised like that. While she was held helpless, his fingers worked a wicked torture.
Distracted, Kai was dimly aware that Tim was moving. He’d gone to the table but was back now, standing in front of her. Skimming something through his hands.
The third tie.
Somehow mesmerized by it, she heard Ryan speak. “We never did quite figure out a good use for that one, did we?”
“No worries,” Tim told him. “I’ve got it now.”
Standing right in front of her, Tim slid it around her neck. Then he…tied it. Like, in a half-Windsor or whatever. Like he was putting it around his own neck. When it was done, the tails hung neatly down between her breasts and it was…not tight, exactly, around her neck, but taut.
“See how that is?” Tim asked. He was speaking matter-of-factly, to his friends, obviously, not to her. And as he spoke, he calmly shouldered out of his suit jacket and tossed it toward the pile of her clothing. He loosened his own tie then unfastened his belt and drew it away, too. Opening his fly, he pulled out his hard, erect cock. “See what we can do with it?”
Taking hold of the tie by its knot, one hand there and the other on his cock, he drew her forward. Just a bit. Just enough to demonstrate that he was the one in charge, in control. Just enough that her mouth was exactly where it needed to be.
“Open up, Kai.”
Vin had moved to her other side, and, as Kai opened her mouth, he took hold of her other tit by the nipple.
She could do nothing. Nothing but take it, as Ryan and Vinnie tortured her nipples and Tim fucked her mouth.
He started slowly, wetting himself a little at a time. Kept steady by his hold on the tie, she could only accept. Until he was slick and he went deeper. Faster. As he pushed down her throat and held there for a long count before he went back to fast fucks into her mouth.
He groaned with the pleasure of it, the physical, yes, she was sure. But he liked the psychological nature of it, too, the attitude. His domination. Her submission.
Tim wasn’t alone in that. Sexual tension shimmered from all around her. Vin and Ryan played hard with her tits, their breaths just as rough as Tim’s, and the curses they loosed every bit as urgent.
Kai wallowed in it, too. Tim’s use of her turned her on, stimulated some primal core in her. Stirred her. Flailing a bit with the intensity of it, she grasped at Vin’s or Ryan’s shirts, seeking a little security, a little grounding, but failing each time as Tim thrust into her again.
“Fuck her.” Tim said it again, louder, so even Kai heard him clearly. “Fuck her, goddammit.”
Using his hand rather than the tie, Tim turned her head to the right, keeping her with him as he moved to her side. Vinnie and Ryan were right there, apparently not needing to be told again. Vin was on his knees in front of her. He wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her. When he settled her back down, his cock shoved into her pussy.
“Fuck, baby,” he said. “Fuck, that’s good.”
He rocked her as he fucked into her, and Kai bent her arms, snugging up against the chains for balance. She leaned partially against Vin’s chest while Tim kept hold of her by the tie, kept her head forward and her mouth filled.
Both men worked themselves into her, and that could have been enough. The way Tim fucked her mouth and then took her throat. The way Vin’s big cock went so deep, filling and stretching her, her legs splayed open so her clit was stimulated with every thrust.
Enough, but not all, of course. Because Ryan knelt behind her. Even as the other two men fucked her, she knew what he was doing. His fingers were at her ass. He rubbed a little spit in, stretching her open, smoothing his way with that meager bit of lubrication.
That was enough, too. The opening of her anus, the way he reamed and then penetrated with his fingers.
Enough, but not all. It wasn’t all until he held her hips, centered his cock at her ass, and plunged in.
Kai moaned, her mouth too full of cock for her to speak. All of her was too full, with Vinnie and Ryan, too, stretching her impossibly, exquisitely.
She spoke inside her mind, though. Oh, God. She said it over and over.
Her body was sandwiched between Vinnie’s and Ryan’s, tumbled about as they took turns thrusting into her. Suspended between those two cocks and the chains above her, her weight was supported enough that their hands were free. Ryan squeezed her ass, a rough grip that served to open her for him and stimulated her, too. Vin set his teeth at her left shoulder, holding her to him as he put his hands on her breasts. He covered her on both sides, then moved his thumbs so he could squeeze her nipples.
Oh, God.
Her tits, her pussy and ass. Her mouth and that bite on her shoulder. The pull of the ties at her wrists and around her neck. Those were all that was left of Kai. There was nothing more of her but those cocks that thrust into her, stretching and filling. Those hands, fingers, teeth, and ties that held her, worked her.
She’d have howled if she could, as she dissolved into the rough taking of it, the bliss of it. She’d have tossed her head, wracked her body.
She could do none of that. She could only take it, as her three men groaned and cursed and thrust. As they drove her and themselves harder, higher. As they fucked and squeezed and held and bit. As they all went over, coming hard. Spasming, shaking, shuddering. Spurting, the three of them, filling her everywhere with hot jets of semen, giving her themselves.
Tim pulled out of her first, once he’d emptied himself of those hot blasts down her throat. He leaned over her, panting, one hand holding her head hard against him while he used the other to help support himself on one of the chains. Kai’s breath sawed in and out as the other two still filled her, their bodies tense and arched, their penetrations maximal. Aftershocks still quaked through her.
Minutes passed before Kai became vaguely aware of hard bodies and strong hands gentling. An arm around her waist held her as cocks slipped out of her. As her wrists were lifted and then freed.
Then two arms, circling around and lifting her.
She didn’t have to open her eyes to know who held her, who settled with her in his lap when he carried her to a chair. Or to know who pressed a kiss into her hair, or who stroked her wrist, soothing where a tie had
chafed her.
Tim, Vin, and Ryan.
She knew their touch, their scent. Each of them individually. All of them hers.
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