Page 15 of Room One Hundred and Four: Shock and Awe

I don’t know where this nickname has come from, but I like it. I like it a lot. It echoes a feeling I’ve always gotten on stage. Burlesque lures, it taunts, and it always makes me feel like I’m the ruler of the room. With the attention I’m getting from these three rough men, I have the same feeling.

As I look into his hazel eyes, I watch in fascination as they soften. It looks out of place on a rugged biker, but it fills me with warmth and a sense of understanding that I’ve been seeking but have never found before. I want more of it.

Rites slowly moves the wand toward my arm and the flicker of electricity that dances across my skin makes me jump. He pulls it back just as slowly, but I gasp, “No, I liked it. It just surprised me.”

I’m a little shocked with my words because of how true they are. I didn’t know what to expect, but now that I’ve felt it, I crave more of it. How odd.

The grin that stretches across Rites’ face has my pussy clenching around nothing; it’s right on the edge of feral.

When he touches the wand back to my skin, he glides it along the top of my thigh and my leg twitches. The sensation is strange, like a finger gliding along my skin, but charged. I can feel myself get even wetter as he continues to slide it from one hip to the other.

My back arches and the chuckle that comes from Spark on the other side of the room is dark and a little dangerous. Rites continues to move the wand around my body, making me feel like my nerve endings are pulsing. The feeling is far from painful.

“Yes,” I moan, my eyes darting around at the men in front of me. My soul reaches out for them and part of me wants to claim them as my own. I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense, but the feeling flits away as Crucify steps back up to the side of the bed.

When did he even move away?

He has something in his hand but it’s hard to focus as Rites continues to move the end of the wand over my skin. I blink a few times, but then any of the fog that had cleared descends again as Rites passes the wand over one of my nipples. It was already tight and begging for attention, but it tightens further as my thighs get slick with my arousal.

Crucify brings whatever is in his hands closer, his voice gruff, “Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

“Yes,” my voice is a garbled sound of pleasure and I’m not sure entirely sure if I’m answering him or telling Rites how much I’m loving what he’s doing to me.

He grins and then he’s kneeling next to the bed and his warm mouth engulfs one of my nipples as Rites moves the wand back down my body. My hips twitch and buck upward. Before I realize what’s happening, the clip tightens down on my nipple and warmth engulfs the other one he hasn’t given attention to.

Rites moves away and I breathe out, “Wait, I want more.”

He smirks down at me, reassurance coloring his words, “Don’t worry, Navy. We aren’t anywhere close to done with you yet.”

The second clamp tightens down on my nipple and Crucify crawls over my body. He takes up all my vision and I arch my body upward. When my hands slide down the sides of his body, it’s clear he’s shed his boxers. When his thick shaft slides between the arousal drenched lips of my pussy, I moan and try to cant my hips so he can slip inside of me, but he pulls back.

His eyes are burning embers of dark promises when he looks down at me and fiddles with something next to us. The buzzing sensation that attacks my nipples has me gasping for breath and panting.

“Fuck,” I moan, the word drawn out into something desperate.

“Is she soaked?”

I barely register the question coming from Spark, but hearing him, knowing that he’s still with me makes my heart flutter.

Crucify’s hand slides between my thighs and down my slit. When he holds his fingers in front of me, I can see how wet I am. “Maybe you should come and find out,” Crucify taunts Spark as he starts to slide down my body.

Before I can register what he’s doing, his tongue slides between my pussy lips and he sucks my clit into his mouth. The moan it rips out of me would be embarrassing if my mind weren’t fracturing. My hands slide through the hair at the top of Crucify’s head and the intensity of the nipple clamps turns up a notch.

My eyes snap up to see Rites kneeling next to me, a device in one hand and his cock in the other. My lips part as I stare up at him; he knows what I want without saying anything. He knee walks closer to my head and angles his cock toward my mouth.

Spark growls, “Color?”

“Green,” I practically shriek as the crown of Rites’ cock slides along my lips leaving a trail of pre-cum behind.

I suck him into my mouth, and he lets out the sexiest fucking groan I’ve ever heard. My hips start to gyrate. It feels like I’m right on the edge of coming, but it also feels so far away at the same time. It’s an odd sensation, like I’m teetering. Every moment that I don’t fly over the edge, the feeling multiplies and grows.

Rites thrusts slowly into my mouth, and I moan around his length. The way he shudders above me probably shouldn’t make me feel as victorious as it does.

He grunts, “Fuck, you suck my cock so damn good, Navy.” His voice drops as I swallow when he hits the back of my throat, “That’s right. Good girl.”

My pussy gushes and the sound of Crucify lapping at me like he’s a starved man would make me blush in any other situation. The pulse from the clamps ramps up another level just as Crucify’s teeth scrape across my clit. The dueling sensations are more than enough, and I’m pushed right over the edge to free fall over into a deep sea of pleasure.

A gurgling sound comes from me right before Rites pulls out of my mouth, he’s panting hard, his eyes raking over me while my body jerks and I ride my orgasmic wave. The intensity on the clamps goes back down slowly, the pulsing of the electricity helping to ease me back down as Crucify’s mouth gentles against my pussy.

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