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  Hmm. I locked my fingers together behind my back. I looked up at the police chief as he undid his belt. I felt a zing rip through me as I noted his smug grin. Pleasure settled as heaviness in my breasts and arousal between my legs.

  Tony unzipped. His cock was long, thick—definitely not a small-dicked model. A firm hand settled behind my head, drawing me closer until I inhaled his scent. The heated length rubbed against my cheek, then halted a hair's breadth from my parted lips.

  “Get it good and wet, slut. I'm gonna fuck that sweet little ass you've taunted me with.”

  I whimpered as he filled my mouth. He powered into me as I hollowed my cheeks and moaned. Each powerful thrust drew me further into hazy bliss.

  “Fuck.” Tony fucked faster. “I’ve wanted this throat too long.”

  “Fill her up then, man. Our gift to you,” Ray commented. “Eye contact, Harm. Look up at the man filling your belly.”

  Balls slapped against my chin. Firm hands kept me in place as Tony looked down at me, satisfaction and hunger reflected in his gaze. “I finally got you where I've wanted you, slut. Swallow every drop.”

  I swallowed as his release filled my mouth. He grunted and pushed deeper into my throat. I fought my gag reflex as he smirked and worked his dick harder. Tony held me down on him, my nose pressed against his heated body. “Fuck, could do that all night.”

  I leaned back, resting my ass on my heels as Tony pulled away. Ragged breaths sawed from me. Holy shit that was hot. I squirmed, my body alive and humming with need.

  “Crawl to me, slave,” Ray ordered.

  Slave. The word rippled through me, fed the dark hunger within me. I stifled a moan as I complied, closing the small distance quickly. He leaned down and palmed my tits. Deft fingers pinched my hard nipples.

  “You wet for us?” Max asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Show me. Lean back and finger fuck yourself.”

  My fingers glided along my aroused clit, taunting. I wanted them touching me. I closed my eyes and worked a finger in and out of my wet pussy.

  “You're gonna take a lot more than one finger tonight, slave. Are you ready?” Ray asked.

  “Yes.”

  “You want Fist to work that sweet little pussy until you squirm?”

  “Yes.” I shoved a second digit in and moaned long and loud. So close.

  “That's enough,” Max ordered. He leaned forward and grabbed my hand. I watched, confused, as he brought the fingers I'd just had inside me up to his mouth. Heat engulfed the digits as he licked and sucked. I wanted his mouth between my legs. Bad.

  “I think she's ready for round two,” Ray commented. “Bend over the spanking bench. Face me.”

  Spanking bench? Confused, I looked around and noticed the small surface a bit higher than a coffee table. The perfect height for...I gulped and scampered to it, positioning myself so my naked ass was up in the air and facing Tony. Ray set my hands on his knees.

  “I want you looking at me while he fucks your ass. You're taking his dick because I decided he deserved a shot at you.” He stroked my hair, arms, tits.

  “Fuck, she's soaked.” Tony's fingers plunged into my pussy. “One day I’ll have this tight hole. Tonight I'm getting a tighter one, though. Remember when you shook this sexy little ass and dared me to take it, said I wasn't man enough to fuck you?”

  “Were you a little cock tease?” Max asked.

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  I held onto Ray's legs as Tony kicked mine wider apart. Firm slaps landed on my ass cheeks. “You like it up the ass, slut?”

  “It's humiliating,” I admitted.

  A hard blow landed on my upper thigh. “Not my question. You love a big dick fucking your dark hole?”

  I closed my eyes. “Yes.”

  “Eyes on me, slave,” Ray ordered. “Repeat your answer.”

  “Yes.” Heat crawled up my cheeks. While I loved sex, admitting to liking anal seemed too...

  Dirty.

  Tony dipped two fingers into my pussy, probing deep enough to rip a moan from my throat. I bucked toward him. He slapped my ass. “In position.”

  I stifled a gasp as the fingers glided across the seam of my ass and across my puckered hole. Looking at Ray, his face so close to mine, made the act almost too intimate. I held my breath as a finger entered me there. I bit my lip as I felt Tony's finger in me. Fucking deep, a warm up to what he'd do soon enough.

  He rubbed my clit as he fingered my asshole. Labored breaths escaped me as I stared into Ray's dark green gaze and sank into the white-hot pleasure coalescing within me.

  “You want to come?” Tony asked.

  “Yes. Yes, please.”

  “Not yet, first you give me that sexy little ass. Beg for my dick, bitch.”

  Max showed me a bottle of lube, then handed it over to Tony. The cool liquid coated me there. I clenched my pussy. This was really happening. Tony was about to fuck my ass.

  “Slave?” Ray cupped my chin and forced my gaze back to his. “You have an order.”

  “Please.” I licked my lips and bit back a groan as I felt Tony's dick rub my ass. “Please fuck my ass.”

  “Such a dirty girl,” Max said.

  “Filthy,” Tony agreed. He gripped my waist. “You're going to get fucked hard. Relax and take it.”

  “Eyes on me,” Ray ordered.

  I held my breath as Tony steadily filled me. His firm hands gripped me hard, locking me into place to take his dick at the pace he wanted. Arousal spiraled through me. Max moved closer, settling on the floor beside me. He and Ray stroked and toyed with my body as Tony rammed deep into me.

  I groaned. He gripped my hair and started fucking. Jesus, the man fucked hard and fast. Ray stood and undid his pants. “Open that mouth, slave. You need something to suck on while he nails your ass.”

  “Fuck, she's tight.” Tony pulled out and back in.

  “I popped it last night,” Ray bragged.

  “Fuck yeah.” Tony fucked me harder. Ray glided into my mouth. I looked up at him as he took my mouth in rhythm to the ass pounding I was taking. “Take it, bitch.”

  I whimpered as the two men fucked me into the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I lay over the bench and took whatever they gave me. Max pinched and toyed with my nipples, massaged my back.

  “You ready to take another couple loads, dump?”

  I moaned against Ray's cock and maintained eye contact as he released into my throat. I swallowed every drop and licked him clean. He smiled down at me.

  “I'm going off in your ass, slut. There's nothing you can do to stop me.” Tony grabbed my hair and dragged me backward. Hot breath fanned my neck. “I'm gonna fuck this sweet ass again and again whenever I want. And you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?”

  “She's Penetrator property. I decide who drills her holes.” Ray's voice focused my hazy thoughts. “Fill her ass, man.”

  Tony released my hair and grasped my hips, pounding into me hard and fast. I grunted with each thrust. Ray leaned down and worked my clit.

  “You want to take Tony's dick whenever I demand, slave? You ready to have your ass pummeled for the club?” He nipped my earlobe. “Read your journals, Harm. You want him force-fucking you at will?”

  I groaned and leaned into his strength as I exploded. By the time I returned to some semblance of awareness, Tony had cleaned up. Ray held me in his lap. Max settled a blanket around my shoulders.

  “We good?” Ray asked the police chief.

  “Fucking golden.” He looked at me. “Best damn lay I've ever had.”

  “You want the slave again, you go through me.”

  “I'll be in touch.” I remained silent as Tony left, unsure what to say or how to react. Was I a total slut for getting off on knowing I could be given to Tony any time? I closed my eyes and drifted within the calm bliss overcoming my senses.

  “I'll get Dawg to cancel the second act,” Max commented. “S
he can handle an abbreviated scene with Fist, but anything more is too much.”

  “I agree.” Ray cupped my face and feathered kisses along my face. “You're beautiful, Harmony. You humble us both with your trust. You okay with what happened with Tony?”

  “Yes,” I whispered. “I-I...”

  “You don't owe us an explanation,” Max said. “We'll talk later. For now, rest.”

  * * *

  I woke unsure how much time had passed, but I doubted it'd been long since Ray and Max were in—mostly—the same positions they'd been in before. Neither seemed like the type of man to sit around and do nothing. I started to realize I passed out after sex a lot with these guys. Was that a thing? A condition? Maybe I was relaxed myself for the first time. I didn’t have to guard against the dark escaping.

  Ray murmured a few words I didn't comprehend, then we were up. I clung to him as he carried me into a shower.

  The cool tile of a small perch made me shiver. He stripped and started the water. Warm water greeted me when he stood me up and secured my hands to a set of cuffs above my head. Max appeared before me.

  I moaned as the two men took turns scrubbing me clean. They stroked, tweaked, pinched, licked and nipped along my body until I was molten goo. By the time the shower turned off, my entire body throbbed. When they both stepped back and released my hands, I growled my frustration.

  “Easy,” Ray whispered. “We'll get you dried off and take you to Fist. He'll give you what you need.”

  My pussy spasmed. He'd thrust his huge fingers into me and work until I took them all. I mumbled my approval as they toweled me off, guided me through a corridor and to a room on the left. The low hum of conversation from the darkened area died down as Fist met us beside the raised platform, which was lit with a lone light overhead.

  “Is there a reason she's late and already near sub space?”

  “Later,” Max said as they handed me over. “Abbreviated scene.”

  He didn't know about what went down with Tony. I sighed as the burly biker secured me atop the platform. He swatted my ass.

  “I need you to stand fully upright, slut. Focus.”

  His big hands glided along my sensitized skin. I couldn't remember what else he'd planned to do with me. I whispered a few pleas as he played with my breasts. Confident fingers delved between my legs.

  “You're fucking drenched, slave.”

  Slave. Tension corded my limbs a moment as I reconciled myself to what the word meant. As if sensing my confusion, Fist coiled a hand around my throat and forced my gaze upward.

  “When we play in The Dungeon, you are our slave. Any time you bare that sexy body and obey our commands, you surrender your rights to us, entrust your safety and pleasure to us. We decide everything. You are our slave during that time, Harmony. There is no shame in accepting our will.”

  I nodded. He was right. I'd embraced my decision to see the abbreviated weekend through. I was in the final stretch. He cupped my sex and I groaned.

  Finally.

  “More,” I ordered. I thrust my mound against his hand.

  I yelped as a harsh sting spread between my legs.

  “Slaves don't make demands.” He knelt and positioned a wide bar between my legs. Cuffs around each ankle kept the device in place. “This bar should keep your legs nice and wide for me. Now, for your punishment.”

  Punishment? He spanked my pussy hard. Strike after strike landed until my sole focus was him and his hand. Fist wiped tears from my cheeks.

  “I love seeing you cry, but I dislike punishing you. Tell me what you did wrong.”

  “I-I ordered you to give me more.”

  “Are you going to be good and take what I decide to give you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes what, slave? We haven't forced this yet, but it's past time. From now on you call us all Master when we're in a scene. Understood?”

  My body tingled. “Yes, Master.” I rolled the word around in my mind, liking the way it cast a ripple of awareness through me.

  “Whose pussy is this?”

  “Yours.”

  He slapped me hard five times, each strike ripping through my defenseless pussy. “Try again.”

  Adrenaline surged through me as I ran potential responses through my foggy brain. Was it Ray's? Max’s? Both? Geez, so stupid. “Penetrators', Master.”

  “Better,” he grunted. “What's this pussy for?”

  “Whatever you wish, Master.”

  “Good girl.” He stroked my abused mound. “It's been a long time since I've had a hole to fist fuck. You'll squeal real loud. You're lucky I was told to cut this short.”

  I squirmed on my tip toes, unable to close my legs because of the wide bar.

  “How many fingers can you take, girl?”

  “Two,” I whispered.

  “Wrong answer.” He stared over my shoulder and nodded. “Light her up.”

  Sensation crawled along my back and danced on my ass. The soft swish of leather intermingled with hard strikes left my body on edge, anticipating the next impact. Fist caressed along my shoulders, down to my breasts and then around to my back. I whimpered when he cupped my ass.

  “Such a beautiful gift you offer us,” he whispered. “You're okay. Just relax.”

  If I got much more relaxed I'd be a puddle at his feet. The soft glide along the seam of my pussy heightened my awareness.

  “We'll start with three,” Fist said.

  Thick fingers stretched me. I gasped and growled as I rose higher on my toes to escape the probing digits.

  “Nowhere to go. This hole's all mine.” He plunged deeper.

  I was too full. I writhed and groaned. He sucked my nipples. “These were meant to be pierced. You're going to wear Penetrator rings aren't you, slave? Be marked as ours.”

  “Yes, Master.” I'd wear anything he wanted if he'd let me come.

  “And this little clit. Is it going to take our ring?”

  “Yes, Master.” I screamed long and loud as he pinched the tiny bundle of nerves. “Who gets this pretty pussy?”

  “Penetrators, Master.”

  He landed strike after strike on me. “Who else?”

  “Whoever you wish, Master.”

  “Good, slave. You've earned a fourth finger. Brace yourself.”

  He held me still and forced another finger deep inside me. My arousal coated the invading digits. I leaned against him, hot breath fanned my forehead.

  “Such a sweet little treat. I wish I had hours to work your tight pussy.”

  “Me, too,” I whispered.

  “I want you crawling on all fours to me, begging for it next time.” Before I could respond the fingers in me moved, thrusting hard and deep as he teased my clit with his thumb.

  Head thrown back, I surrendered myself to the onslaught. Fist's hot mouth wrapped around my aching nipple. His talented fingers worked my pussy into such a frenzy, I didn't give a damn about anything. All I wanted was that hand and the cataclysmic orgasm I knew awaited me.

  “Come for me, slave.” The barked growl in my ear came seconds before Fist thumbed my clit in a firm roll. I shattered. I clenched myself around the fullness, demanding it remain locked in place. Lost in the cascading pleasure, I relaxed into Fist's arms.

  “You did good, little one, four fingers almost to the last knuckle. You'll take more next time.” The fingers that'd fucked me over the edge glided along my lips. “Taste yourself, slave.”

  Cleaning my arousal from his fingers was hot, especially when my gaze locked with his and I sank into the turbulent depths. Within this one scene, Fist's world began and ended with me. I'd know irrefutably he'd always treat me with care despite whatever gruff threats he spouted.

  “You haven't...”

  “Next time.” He kissed my lips gently as another set of hands settled at my hips. “Thank you, sweetie.”

  “Thank you, Master.” The word came from my lips easily.
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br />   “Only when we're doing scenes, little one,” Max whispered in my ear. “From now on you'll know when a scene is about to begin because we'll call you slave. Understood?”

  I nodded. Having definitive guideposts in place helped. What now? The initial agreement only took us through this moment. Were they done with me?

  “Let's get you dressed.” Max guided my arms into a soft pink robe. He wrapped it around my waist as Ray walked up to us. Soft lighting awakened along the wall nearest the entrance.

  “We'll take her out the rear exit. Clutch is waiting.”

  The two men guided me from the emptying room. I wouldn't be meeting any more VIPs or doing anything with them. Good. While the concept turned me on, I needed rest. My muscles ached, my body groaned.

  Max held me in his arms with my legs draped over Ray, as Clutch drove. I didn't know where we were going until I saw the distinctive neon green burger joint across from my apartment complex's turn-in. My stomach soured as the SUV stopped and the men opened their doors.

  While I wanted a rest break, I didn't want this to be over. They'd returned me to my place before, but I'd always known there was something else awaiting me. The finality of this moment assaulted my confidence. I plodded alongside Max when he set me down. I cast my gaze downward. My eyes burned, my vision distorted.

  “Look at me, Harm.” Ray's steely voice halted me mid-stride. He cupped my face, forcing my teary gaze to him. “What are you thinking?”

  “N-nothing, I'm just tired.”

  “You get one pass,” Max commented. “You will share your thoughts with us at all times.”

  “I'm...” I forced a gaspy breath and swallowed. “I'm not ready for this to end.”

  “It's been pretty intense since we showed up here and took control of you, Harm.” Ray stroked my face. “I've made our intentions clear. We want to own you, make you Penetrator property in every conceivable way. I want you waking up every morning in a Penetrator bed, coming around one of our dicks.”

  “B-because of what my mom did? The money she took?”

  “Not gonna lie. I get off knowing you wanna work off the debt, that you offered yourself to me and the club. But there's not a single Penetrator that didn't already wanna nail you before that bitch of a mom pulled her shit.” Ray chuckled. “I damn near had a mutiny when I told them only officers got your sweet pussy until I decided you were ready for more.