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Raspy squats in front of the table until I’m looking into the mask. “How does the whore feel?”

“So fucking good.”

His fingers run down my cheek, almost tenderly. “Good. Because after we fuck that pretty ass raw, you’re going to go back to the party full of our cum with a butt plug holding it in. You’ll get a drink, walk around, and wait for our next instructions. Then we’ll do it all over again until you beg us to stop.”

My eyelids flutter closed at the picture that he’s painting. Will they make me walk around naked? I’ve already concluded that this is some sort of sex club, so it’s entirely possible. Can I do that? Can I make this fantasy go that far? Can I handle more?

The cuffs fall away from my legs, and I’m pulled to my feet. The dick falls from my ass, and he’s spinning me around. He shoves me back on the table, pushes one leg to my chest, and shoves back inside me. Raspy reaches under me and unties my arms so they aren’t digging into my back. He places a blindfold over my eyes, and then I feel his lips on mine. He kisses me deep and rough. I find myself chasing him when he goes to pull away, so he runs his fingers down my cheek again. “You look stunning like this. Chest heaving, cock leaking, legs spread open, begging him to go faster, deeper, and harder. Beg him. Beg him to pound that pretty asshole. Beg him for what you want.”

“Please! Please fuck me harder. Oh fuck! Please!”

“Good,” Raspy whispers. “Now take it like a good boy.”

Growly grabs my other leg and lets my calves rest on the crease of his elbows. He leans his hands down on the table, bending me in half, and my knees touch my chest. His lips land on mine, kissing me desperately. It’s driving me crazy now that I know they don’t have masks on, and I can’t see them. I imagine what they look like, and one person pops up that is off-limits for me to think about. Stop thinking about him naked.

“Fuck, you feel good,” Growly groans. “I can’t wait to fuck this ass all night long.” I whimper in agreement because I don’t want this night to end. His teeth sink into my shoulder, and I cry out. “There you go. Make all those pretty noises.” The blindfold is ripped from my eyes, and Ghostface is staring back at me. He climbs onto the table, pushing my legs even further. It’s tilting my pelvis up, and he’s fucking me so hard that he has to brace his hands on my shoulders to keep me from sliding. He lays his forehead against mine, and I focus on the eyeholes. When my eyes adjust, pretty brown eyes are staring back at me. His thrusts stutter and he swells inside me, coming with a deep groan. He stays buried inside me until his breathing evens out and then slides out.

The soft-spoken one climbs onto the table, puts my legs against his shoulders, and slides slowly inside me. A little sound of pain escapes, and fingers slide through my hair in comfort. “You’re doing so good,” he says. He wraps his arms around my legs and moves slowly, dragging his cock against my prostate. “I want to take my time, but this ass feels so sweet. It’s sucking me back inside when I try to pull out. You can take it, though, can’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathe, trying to make my body relax. When he feels me melt against the table, he pulls out and slams back inside. “Yes!”

Something inside him snaps, and he’s thrusting deep and rough. His hands come down, pinching and pulling at my nipples. My cock is relentlessly throbbing on my stomach, begging to come. A hand wraps around it, and my back leaves the table. “You don’t get to come yet,” Growly says. “I want you walking around that party hard as a rock, but no one is allowed to touch you but us.”

“I don’t want anyone else.”

“Fuck,” Softy groans. “Put his blindfold back on. I need his lips.” The soft satin slides over my eyes, and he kisses me deeply. My legs fall to the table, and I wrap them around his waist, loving the feeling of him grinding against me. Raspy lets my arms go, and I slide my fingers through thick hair. I hold on for dear life until I feel him pulsing inside me, coming hard. We stay like that for what feels like forever, with his lips on mine until he finally pulls away. “Grab your legs and pull them up for me.” I do what he says, and I feel the plug sliding back inside my ass, holding their cum inside. He helps me stand and takes my blindfold off. He turns me to face the others.

Raspy holds something up in his hand and then places it on my neck. “It’s a collar. You’ll wear this all night, marking you as ours.”

“Will you be with other people while I wait?”

He shakes his head. “No. We’re yours tonight.”

Softy pats my ass. “Get upstairs. I want them drooling over that hard cock.”

I swallow past my nerves and turn toward the door. Taking a deep breath, I pull it open and walk back upstairs. I almost chicken out at the top, but I have nothing to be ashamed of, even walking in here wearing nothing but a collar and a butt plug. When I push open the door to the party, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see other naked people walking around. Two guys standing beside the door turn to me simultaneously, looking with interest until they see the collar.

With my head held high, and shoulders pushed back, I walk to the bar.

Waiting to see what they have planned next.

Chapter 2

Oliver

Walking around a party with strangers naked is surreal. People are staring, but they aren’t judging me. Knowing that they are looking in appreciation is an ego boost.

I walk to the bar and order a drink like I’m told. The bartender slides me a scotch on the rocks with a wink. I gingerly slide onto the barstool and sip my drink. The plug is pushing against my prostate and making my cock throb, so I shift my hips to alleviate the pressure. This one feels bigger than the one I wore here, and I wonder if that was intentional. Raspy said he was stretching me open, and I’m dying to find out why. The sticky feel of their cum is still on my balls and the back of my thighs, making me want to wrap a hand around my cock. But something tells me they’re watching and wouldn’t be too happy about that.

“You got to experience the trifecta?” a guy asks, sitting beside me at the bar.

I turn to look at him, and he’s openly staring at my hard dick. “I’m assuming you mean the guys I was with tonight?”

“Precisely,” he finally says, lifting his eyes to my face. He’s a gorgeous older gentleman with salt and pepper hair, deep blue eyes, and laugh lines. “People come here every night wanting to get the chance you just got after seeing them in action, but they never oblige unless it’s with each other.” I frown at that, and he smiles. “They like something in you.”

“Why come here then?”

He shrugs. “A place to watch other people get their dark desires.” That’s the name of the website I went to. “I’m Jackson Baker. It’s nice to meet you in person, Oliver.” Jackson Baker? Why does that name sound familiar? It hits me, and my mouth drops open.

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