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“Look at me.” I struggle to follow Raspy’s command because I can’t figure out how he wants me to do that when I don’t know where he is. “Up here, pretty Whore.” I feel a hand slide under my chin and lift my face to his mask. I know I have a dopey smile on my face when he chuckles. “Look at you taking this so good. I knew there was something about you.” Before I can decipher what that means, he bends down to unhook my arms and then attaches it to something else. He nods, and my chest is lifted slightly off the bench. He unbuttons his shirt, and I notice for the first time the vertical scar that runs between his pecs almost to his stomach. That’s from some sort of heart surgery, and I’ve seen that scar somewhere before, but my mind isn’t working. His pants come off next, and he sits on the table so his legs are beside me, and his cock is right in my face. “Suck my cock, Whore.”

I lower my mouth eagerly, more than willing to taste him again. Growly keeps his torment up behind me with the crop, his mouth, and the machine. I slide my mouth up and down, licking around the head when I get to it. I’d love to put my hands all over his muscular body, but I know they won’t let me. Raspy hooks a hand on the back of my head and shoves it down, burying himself in my throat. I cough and gag around his length, making drool dribble down my chin. He shoves harder and buries my nose against his pubic bone. He plants his feet on the bench and starts fucking my mouth hard.

“You like being on display like this?” Softy asks in my ear. “You want everyone to see how desperate you are for cock?” Not just any cock, their cock. I’d tell him if I could, but with Raspy using my mouth as a fuck toy, it’s impossible. “The crowd fucking loves you, Baby. They like watching us fuck the innocence out of those pretty green eyes.”

Raspy fists my hair and rips my mouth from his cock. He turns my head to the side, and there’s a large crowd gathered around the stage, watching me get the life fucked out of me. My face flushes with shame, and I try to turn my head away, but Raspy won’t let me.

“Don’t you dare feel ashamed of what you want,” Softy growls, surprising me. “I wish you could see it from my point of view. Your body is perfect, bent at that angle with your ass turning red from his crop. Your greedy ass is taking that fake dick so well, and how you suck his cock like you love it is driving me insane.”

“Come to me then,” I say before I can stop myself. “Please.”

“Are you needy for me, Baby?”

A lie is at the tip of my tongue, but what he said is still rattling in my brain. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I’m going after what I want, and I’ll be goddamned if I let my head ruin it. “Yes. I need you.”

Raspy turns my head to the right, and I watch as my last masked man approaches the stage. He walks confidently, with his head held high and eyes entirely focused on me. Growly lets my cock go from his mouth, and his spanking stops. Softy makes it to me and runs his hand down my spine. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“Anything you want,” I say without hesitation.

He picks up the remote for the machine, turns it off, and Growly removes it from my ass. “Hold him open for me.” Growly grips my ass cheeks and pulls them apart, putting my hole on display. His fingers run across it. “I want you to ride me.” He bends down close to my ear. “And then two of us are going to take your ass at the same time.”

Raspy runs his fingers through my hair. “But that’s just for us. We don’t want a crowd for that.”

“Okay,” I whisper, ready to be alone with them again.

My arms are pulled over my head, and Raspy gently pulls the restraints from my wrists while Growly does the same with my legs. He softly strokes my back before he releases my cock from its odd angle. Before I can move, Softy scoops me into his arms and strides from the stage. I hook my arms around his neck and bury my face in his shirt, inhaling his scent and committing it to memory.

Because this is going to be a night to remember.

Chapter 3

Oliver

Softy walks me through the crowded room, takes a left, and goes upstairs. He kicks a door open to a bedroom with the other two right behind him, sitting on the bed with me on his lap. He reaches onto the end table and hands me my phone. Confused, I take it from him.

“Someone named Leland has been calling you nonstop.”

“Shit.” I swipe open the screen to see twelve missed calls and fourteen text messages. I look at the time and see I’m two hours past my check-in time. “It’s my best friend. I told him that I would check in.”

Oliver: I’m so sorry, but I’m fine.

Leland: Holy shit. I was about to walk out the door to find you. You promise you’re good?

Oliver: I swear. I’ll see you later.

Leland: Get your freak on! With a laugh, I lay my phone back on the end table.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, he was just worried.”

“He sounds like a good friend,” Raspy says. Did he sound jealous, or was I imagining things?

“He is,” I agree. “And that’s all he is. He’s straight.”

Softy’s arms tighten around my waist. “With you as a friend? I doubt it.”

“What does that mean?”

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