Page 42 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

And dammit, I’ve fallen for them, too.

How the hell did this happen to me?

With my heart in my throat, I lather up my body, my clit still swollen and sensitive as I slide over it. Dem worked me good, and I have to admit, my climax was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

Pleasure torture… who even knew such a thing existed?

I can’t be afraid of the love they are so willing to give. I couldn’t care less about the taboo relationship. What friends do I have to worry about what they think, anyway? So, the only person who can fuck this up is me, and I refuse to do that.

I turn off the water, towel dry my hair, and don my new robe, intent on finding my men and making them mine tonight. Digging through the sex box, I take the smallest plug and a tiny packet of lube, and slip them into my robe pocket.

As I round the corner into the kitchen, I hear O’Dell say, “Club Sin will be too much for her right now. Maybe in a few months, but next Saturday is too soon.”

“What’s Club Sin?” I ask, walking right into Dem’s chest and wrapping my arms around him.

“Good shower, Angel?” He smiles and kisses my cheek.

“Fantastic. I think I’m going to like living here.” I throw the statement out boldly, knowing I’ve hit my mark by the look the guys exchange. “So? Club Sin?”

O’Dell leans back against the counter and crosses his arms over his enormous chest. I haven’t had a chance to appreciate their bodies yet, considering they’ve mostly had me on my back since we’ve been here. “It’s a sex club downtown, Cupcake.”

“Members only?” I guess.

“Yes.”

“And how does one become a member?” I trace my fingers over Dem’s bare stomach, toying with the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His breathing changes slightly, but I pretend not to notice.

“You get sponsored. Our boss—well, let’s say it’s one perk of our job.” O’Dell’s eyes follow my hands, but his face remains placid.

“Your boss? Why would he sponsor you at a sex club?”

Kerr is also watching me, but with a smile on his face. He turns and grabs a spoon from the drawer and then pulls a pint of ice cream out of the freezer. “Our jobs can be stressful, and Victor wants to make sure we have an avenue to blow off steam.”

“This is where you’ve played with your other women, and why none of them have been here.”

“Yes,” Dem hisses as I slide my hand over his erection.

“Does your boss know about the three of you?”

“We’re not the only ones,” O’Dell says as an answer. “It’s kind of common in our world.”

I slide my hand into Dem’s pajama bottoms, gripping him tightly as I rub my thumb in tiny circles over the head, using his pre-cum to lubricate. To keep the conversation going, I talk casually even though my blood is pumping through my veins and my clit throbs. “What’s going on next Saturday?”

“There’s a private party. All the teams will be there.” O’Dell’s breathing sounds a bit labored, too.

“They will bring their women with them.” Kerr sucks on a spoonful of ice cream, reminding me of the caramel sauce he stole from the bar. Maybe I’ll ask him to make me a sundae later.

“To have sex?” My voice pitches in surprise.

“No.” Dem swallows the lump in his throat at the same time he arches into my hand. “We would never share you, and neither would they. They’d gut us for even hinting at it.”

“These are the families you mentioned before?”

“Yes.” O’Dell’s cock is hard in his loose pants. So is Kerr’s.

“I want to go to a party.” Pressing my lips together to suppress the giggle ready to erupt from my mouth at the look on all of their faces. I pull my hand out of Dem’s pants and interlace our fingers, leading him back into the living room, hoping O’Dell and Kerr will follow.

“Sit down, Dem.” I drop to my knees in front of him, pulling the drawstring on his pants and releasing his cock for my viewing pleasure. Sliding my hand down his impressive length, I lick him from base to tip and then smile up at him. “I haven’t had a chance to appreciate you yet.”

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