Page 10 of Violet Craves

I barely have any time to look around the large open space before I’m being haphazardly tugged into a room. The lights automatically flicker on as soon as we step inside and the difference in brightness causes me to blink rapidly, adjusting my eyes. The door slams shut and I jump slightly on my heels. The room is silent, except for the heavy breathing from the four of us.

I take a moment to steady myself as I look around. We’re in an office. Mario’s office I assume. Or maybe theirs. I don’t know quite know their dynamics yet. The room is painted a dark charcoal gray. The same stained concrete floor from downstairs is up here. I’m surprised that the brick walls that cover the entire bottom floor don’t extend up here, but given the near silence in the room, I’m assuming this room is soundproof.

The only furniture in the office is a large dark mahogany desk with two black leather club chairs on one side, and a large leather office chair on the other. There’s a black leather couch on the opposite side of the room, positioned next to a bar cart. But as I spin around, taking in the room, the thing that makes my eyes widen isn’t the simple space with meager furniture. No, it’s the floor-to-ceiling windows that stretch along one of the walls.

I walk over and brace my hands on the glass as I look down. The dance floor is directly below us and I can see everything from up here. I bet they stand here like the powerful men they are, reigning over their people.

The lights are dark except for the spotlights on the DJ stand and the Edison bulbs hanging from the rafters, 20 feet up. It’s enough of a soft glow that I can see the club-goers as they writhe and grind on one another. Though the sound is mostly blocked out in here, I can hear the quiet, muffled sound ofSlow Drill by Ddark. Sweat drips down their bodies as they grope, kiss, and dance to the sultry beats. It’s so fucking hot to watch from here. I feel like a voyeur.

“It’s a one-way window. We can see them, but they can’t see us. It’s how we observe. Keep an eye on our business,” Rook murmurs, suddenly appearing behind me as he braces his hands on the glass, next to mine, caging me in.

I look back and up at him, meeting his eyes. For the first time tonight, he’s not winking or smiling or flirting. He’s looking at me like a man looks at a woman he’s about to consume. I swallow deeply, trying to compose myself. I’m feeling so much right now.

I’m beyond excited about this experience. I want this, more than anything. But I would be lying if I said I’m not nervous. I don’t really know them, and this whole situation requires a fuck ton of trust. I’m not just here to get vanilla missionary from three men separately. I’m here to get railed and happily destroyed by three men, at one time.

Attempting to shake off the sudden bout of nerves, I duck under Rook’s arm and walk to the middle of the room. Wringing my hands I take a deep breath and speak, trying to break up the intense sexual tension in the room.

“Is this where we’re doing this? I kinda thought my first gang-bang would at least be in a bed,” I say awkwardly with a chuckle and shrug.

Mario smirks as he joins me in the center of the room. He stops in front of me and traces a thick finger delicately down the side of my face, to my neck, and back down to that collarbone he seems to love so much. My eyes close as I soak in the feel of his skin on mine.

He continues the assault all the way down my body. Just one finger, gently touching me. Down to my breast, to my nipple, which he circles a few times, causing it to stiffen painfully. He continues down, down, down. My belly, my hip, my mound. My breath hitches, and he stops. My eyes fly open and I narrow them, glaring at the smirking asshole in front of me.

“Who said anything about doing it here?” he murmurs as he toys with the hem of my dress that has ridden up and is now just below my aching pussy.

I blink a few times before looking around, brows furrowed. Then what the hell are we doing in here? Seeming to read the question on my face, Zander finally speaks up.

“We have to get some things out of the way before we fuck your sweet cunt, princess,” he grunts from his sentry against the door. His firm arms are crossed in front of his chest and he’s got a leg cocked, foot planted on the door. He shouldn’t look so hot standing like that, but he does.

“Okay,” I say, stretching out the word in confusion. “Go on then.”

“You see,” Mario grunts as his hand finally breaches the threshold of my dress. His fingers dip underneath and begin to caress in slow, torturous circles on the inside of my thigh. Light enough that it doesn’t satisfy, but firm enough for me to feel. “We know enough about what you want from us based on that beautiful book of yours, but we have to establish some things before we begin.”

The circles continue, now on my other inner thigh. He never misses a beat or pauses and he never gets close enough to where I actually need him for there to be any sort of relief. My entire body feels shaky and overheated. My clit is throbbing with the heavy beating of my heart. My pussy is literally dripping and crying out for them. For any of them to just fucking touch me.

“And since your book was borderline Erotica, we know that you will understand what we’re asking of you,” Mario continues as he removes his hand from beneath my dress.

I let out a growl of frustration as I glare at him. He just smiles as he circles me, stopping this time at my back. Then another man takes his place. Beautiful tattooed muscles come into my line of vision; Rook.

“What’s your safe word, Little Flower?” Rook asks sweetly as both of his hands drop to the hem of my dress. He grasps it but makes no move to lift it or touch me.

I huff out of irritation from the teasing and three deep chuckles bounce off of the walls.

A safe word. Really? I have to give them one right now? Fuck. I know I have to answer their questions if I want to play with them and there is absolutely no time for shyness right now. I ponder it for a moment. A lot of people say Pineapple but I’ve never liked it. Too long. But if we’re going with the theme of my book, then...I smirk.

“Plum,” I murmur. Rook smiles and nods, as though he was expecting that.

“Yellow for pause and green for good, but plum is your full stop, yeah?” Mario rumbles as he comes in closer behind me. I fight the urge to rub myself back onto his cock but am able to nod at his question.

Rook slowly raises my dress, bunching it up around my hips. Cool air hits my sopping panties and I shiver. But he stops there, grasping my hips, the material separating our skin and offering me nothing.

“Fuck,” Rook murmurs as he takes in my knee-high, black sheer stockings and lace garter belt. They match my black lace thong and balconette bra. I’m beyond thankful that I wore the whole get-up tonight.

“Hard limits?” Zander grunts as he stares at my now exposed, panty-covered pussy.

“I would assume they are the same as sweet Lavenders, but we want to be sure,” Rook says as he flexes his hands on my hips as if fighting the urge to touch me.

I roll my body toward him, seeking friction. He squeezes me harder, halting my movements, a warning. The faster we get this over with, the faster we can fuck.

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