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And with that, our wild, rough journey into pleasure begins.
"Miles, hold her still," Tristan commands, his voice deep and authoritative. I shiver in anticipation, feeling Miles’s strong hands grip my hips firmly as he pulls us onto the couch with me seated on his lap.
"Ready for the next level?" Hugo asks, spreading my legs wide, mischief dancing in his eyes as he positions his cock at my entrance. I nod, biting my lip to suppress a moan as he pushes into me without warning, filling me completely. The sensation is exquisite, overwhelming. Who needs foreplay when you have five lovers at your beck and call?
"Scarlet, you're so tight," Miles murmurs appreciatively, his cock sliding into my pussy from behind. He slowly joins Hugo inside me, causing a sharp gasp to escape my lips. The double penetration is intense, as they both thrust, keeping me still as they use my body to please themselves.
"Look at me," Tristan orders, suddenly holding a knife to my throat.
“Ah!” I gasp my heart racing, knowing that with one swift movement, he could end it all. But he won't; this is part of our twisted dance, an exhilarating edge of danger that only heightens the passion between us.
"Please, Tristan," I beg him, as the cold steel digs into my throat as I’m impaled on two cocks. My eyes lock onto his, trusting him completely. The dynamic we share sends electricity through every inch of my body. "Mark me. Make me yours."
"Such a good girl," he purrs, switching gears and dragging the knife gently down my chest, between Hugo and me, leaving a thin red line in its wake. Although the pain is minimal, the act serves as a reminder of his control over me – and it feels incredible.
"Fuck, Tristan," Adam groans, pumping slowly and leisurely at his hard cock, mesmerized by the sight before him. "You really know how to push her limits."
"Scarlet's stronger than she looks," Tristan replies, his gaze never leaving mine. "She can handle anything we throw at her."
"Prove it," I challenge, surprising even myself with my boldness.
Tristan smirks, taking a step back to survey the scene before him. "Very well," he says, his voice filled with dark promise. "Let's see just how much our little goddess can handle."
Max approaches me with a lit candle and waits as Hugo thrusts fiercely inside me, coming without waiting for me first.
But that’s the game.
I’m their whore, and my pleasure isn’t expected nor wanted. My eyes lock onto Tristan’s, and I can see the tempestuous storm rippling within him. My stomach clenches, and my breath catches as fear and anticipation flood through me.
"Scarlet, you ready?" Max asks, kneeling beside me.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, Miles clamps his hand over my mouth before he shoots his load into me.
Nodding, closing my eyes as Max slowly drips the hot wax over my chest. The sensation is beyond erotic, teasing and taunting my senses as the wax begins to cool on my skin. Hugo steps back as Max pulls me off Miles's cock and into his arms, turning me around and shoving me to my knees. Sucking Max's cock into my mouth, I moan softly. He's so big; he fills my mouth entirely as Tristan stands next to him, demanding my mouth over his length before I plunge back over Max.
Gasping with surprise as the two men step back, leaving me on my knees as Adam lies down on the floor in front of me. He grabs my hands, pulling me over his body.
"You know what I want," he murmurs, letting my hands go.
Panting with desire, I rest my knees over his shoulders, lowering my pussy to his mouth before taking Max's cock in my mouth again. As Adam licks my clit fervently, groaning softly, he slides two fingers into my pussy.
"I hope you're ready now, my darling," Tristan whispers, laying the knife next to me. Nodding with my mouth full of cock, I grunt when Adam slides a damp finger gently inside my ass, working me slowly open.
"Fuck, that slutty little hole feels so good," he murmurs appreciatively, his tongue going back to work on my clit. My body quivers with pleasure as Max moves away, his rock-hard cock bouncing in front of him, desperate for my body to please him.
"Look at me," Tristan murmurs again.
Unblinking, I hold his hot stare with my own as he tenderly grazes the skin on my collarbone with the edge of the knife. I shiver uncontrollably at the gentle touch, desperate for him to cut deep. His eyes blaze with lust as they flash between mine and the blade before finally settling on mine again. The anticipation is agony; I never knew anything could feel like this – and I have five men willing to show me every way of experiencing it.
"Scarlet."
Tristan's voice is low, commanding – and I'm his immediately without hesitation. He grips my right breast possessively and plucks at my nipple as I look up at him, savoring the heated intensity in his eyes. Then he presses the blade into my breast and slices down in one fluid movement – an exhilarating assault that hooks directly into my core with electric intensity from the unexpected attack. His name falls from my lips in a cry of ecstasy as he slices into my flesh again, quick, shallow cuts that burn beautifully on my skin,
"No coming, dirty girl," he warns.
"Ah!" I cry out.
And so it continues, each of my lovers taking turns to bring me pleasure in their own unique way while Tristan remains the orchestrator – the dominant force driving us all. The room is filled with moans and groans, the sounds of our passion echoing off the walls.
