Page 60 of Pay the Price

But I’d been living way outside my comfort zone for months. It was fun to see one of the Beasts uncomfortable for once.

Otis shifted. He looked away, then dragged his gaze back to mine. “I wouldn’t love watching someone who wasn’t us touch you. But I just want to make you happy.”

Somehow we’d gone fromI’m absolutely not sleeping with any of the Beasts ever againtoprivate propertyandsomeone who wasn’t us.

I hadn’t even known therewasanus.

I didn’t get a chance to question it before Wolf returned, holding three drinks together with his giant hands.

Otis jumped up to get the rope and Wolf passed out the drinks and settled on my other side so that I was basically the filling in an Otis-and-Wolf sandwich.

I wasn’t even a little bit mad about it, even though I knew I was slip-sliding back into the warm pool of my insatiable hunger for the three men I definitely shouldn’t want to fuck.

I took a drink from the glass Wolf had handed me, then guzzled half of it when I didn’t find it quite as strong as the first. Or maybe I was just building up a tolerance and was well on my way to being trashed.

Time would tell.

The longer we sat there, the more normal everything started to seem. Sure, people were moaning and gasping and coming on either side of us, but other than that and all the naked people on the dance floor, it wasn’t that different from what I’d imagined a rave would look like (the extent of my partying had been the Mill with Cassie and Sarai, and occasionally, when we were feeling adventurous, one of the biker bars in Blackwell Falls).

There was music and drinking and dancing. Plus, the fucking.

At some point, Otis replaced my drink and I realized I was actually pretty wasted. Not pass-out wasted, but definitely feeling-no-pain wasted.

Definitely totally-not-embarassed-to-be-at-a-sex-club wasted.

Somewhere along the way. Wolf’s arm had come around my shoulders. He was leaned back in the booth, looking totally relaxed as he stroked my shoulder under the fluttery sleeve of my wrap dress, his eyes on the crowd.

Otis’ hand had found its way to my thigh, which was almost entirely exposed thanks to the teeny-tiny wrap dress. His fingers were calloused against the sensitive skin on the inside of my thigh, and desire sparked to life in my cunt.

My nipples were suddenly sensitive against the lacy fabric of the cutout bodysuit I was wearing under the dress. I squirmed a little in the booth, realizing I was more than a little turned on.

Otis’ hand crept higher, right under the cleft of my now-throbbing pussy, the caress of his fingers like the strike of a match against my skin.

Wolf’s hand slid under the plunging neckline of my dress. The movement pulled me closer to him, and I stifled a moan as he found one of my nipples.

“I think our sunshine is as turned on as we are,” Wolf said.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Otis said, working his fingers under the bodysuit. He ran his fingers over the folds of my cunt. “Oh yeah, she’s wet.” I let loose a gasp. It wasn’t like anyone could hear me over the music and collective fucking. “Super wet.”

Wolf turned his body toward me. “That right, sunshine? You turned on?”

There was no hiding from his piercing gaze or the roll of my hard nipple between his fingers. “A little.”

Wolf chuckled and dropped his head to my neck. His breath teased my skin, sent a ripple of heat through my body as he spoke against my throat. “A little? What do you think, Otis? Does it feel like our girl isa littleturned on?”

“Fuck no.” I realized I’d let my legs fall open, giving Otis better access. He slid a couple fingers inside me. “It feels like we could probably make her come in under a minute if we wanted to.”

“Interesting,” Wolf said. “Do we want to?”

“Not in under a minute,” Otis said. “I want our doll to fully enjoy herself.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Wolf said.

My dress was half off my shoulders, the lace bodysuit pulled down to reveal my tits. When had that happened?

On one side of us, another woman was on her knees in the booth, a man slouched down and eating her pussy while another man fucked her ass. On the other side, two different couples fucked side by side: a woman bouncing on one man while he sucked her tits, the other woman sitting with her ass on the edge of the booth, legs in the air while a man drove into her.

I closed my eyes while Otis worked his fingers in and out of my pussy, giving my clit an occasional stroke that had me rocking my hips, my body seeking more of the friction he was doling out like candy a little at a time.

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