Page 61 of Pay the Price

He withdrew his fingers and I opened my eyes to find him kneeling between my thighs. He reached for the tie on my wrap dress and pulled, then pushed the fabric away from my body to reveal the bodysuit.

“Goddamn, doll,” he murmured. He looked at Wolf. “You see this?”

“Fuck yeah I do.” Wolf said. “Remind me to thank Jace.”

It had taken me a while to figure out the bodysuit. There was so little of it, a bunch of openings strung together withscraps of lace and string, but when I’d finally gotten it on I’d realized that the bodysuit was just a series of embroidered black flowers marching down the front in two lines, barely covering my nipples and gradually joining at the bottom to cover my belly button and pussy.

The back was nothing but black elastic that came together to hold the front in place and crisscrossing my back and ass, the embroidered flowers that passed for underwear in the front just a string between my ass cheeks.

Now Wolf had pulled down the flowers that had been covering my tits and Otis had pushed aside the fabric that had been covering my cunt. I was spread out in the booth, dress open, tits out, thighs spread.

I might as well have been naked and I didn’t even care.

Otis tugged the bodysuit farther to the side to give him access to my pussy, and Wolf took one of my hands and placed it on his rock-hard cock.

“See what you do to me?” Wolf asked. “To us?”

I unzipped his pants and released his cock, relishing the groan that escaped his mouth when I wrapped my hand around his shaft.

He bent his head to my tits, circling one of my nipples with his tongue. He drew it into his mouth, sucking while he massaged my other tit.

Between my thighs, Otis’ breath danced across my exposed pussy right before he ran his tongue through my folds from ass to clit.

I moaned and looked up, then realized there were mirrors on the ceiling. I watched the couples next to me — the girl on one side moving faster as the man fucked her ass, the girl on the other side now sucking the dick of one man while the other still drove into her pussy.

A third had joined them, and I watched as he brought a whip down on her tits.

She cried out in pleasure and I got even wetter as Otis worked my clit with his tongue while he finger-fucked my pussy.

I was in another world, the music still pumping from the dance floors, naked bodies writhing all around me, gasps and moans and coaxing words sounding from the couples next to us.

I gave myself over to it: the pure bliss of Otis’ fevered tongue as he ate my pussy, his fingers driving into me while Wolf’s big hands roamed my body, his mouth hot and urgent as he sucked my tit.

I moved my hips, shamelessly reaching for the orgasm that was building at the center of my body. I worked with Otis’ fingers and the stroke of his tongue on my clit, hot and rhythmic, while I stroked Wolf’s cock, loving the taut silky skin stretched across his shaft and the way he got bigger and harder in my hand.

I opened my eyes to find Wolf looking down at me, an unreadable expression in his eyes. “You’re fucking perfect, sunshine.”

I closed my eyes and sank into the slide of Otis’ tongue on my cunt, Wolf’s dick in my hand. I moved my hips faster, meeting Otis’ rhythm, or maybe it was the other way around.

I didn’t know. I only knew that I was on the verge of coming in a room full of other people who were also coming and I couldn’t have cared less as long as Otis didn’t stop doing what he was doing with his tongue.

“Fuck yeah,” Wolf coaxed. “Make our girl come, Otis.”

The words sent me over the edge. I cried out with the force of the orgasm that tore through my body. My eyes flew open, the sight of Otis’ face buried in my pussy, Wolf’s hard dick in my hand, only enhanced my pleasure, and I watched Otis’ blond head move in time to the heated strokes of his tongue on my swollen clit.

When it was over, the tension left my body and I fell back against the pink vinyl. I was panting for breath when Otis came up for air with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Fuck me, that was hot. I could eat your pussy all day, doll.”

The words alone sparked another flare of heat between my thighs, proof that the Beasts had somehow turned me from a blushing virgin into a sex-crazed whore.

And I wasn’t even mad about it.

Wolf removed my hand from his dick. “Yeah, well I can’t have you do that all day, sunshine. Not unless you want me to come on your face.”

And I suddenly very much wanted Wolf to come on my face. I wanted to feel him swell in my mouth, wanted to swallow his salty semen like I had in his bedroom the first time I’d been with him and Otis.

Otis straightened, still kneeling between my thighs, and unzipped his jeans. He withdrew his cock and I reached between my thighs to stroke my pussy before he ran his engorged head through my soaked folds.

---