Page 16 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“Wherever you want her.” Jett offers me up like the human sacrifice I am.

“Someplace spacious.” He glances over at Jett lurking in the corner.

“Will the dining room table do?”

“Just fine.” The man drains his third glass of champagne, and I realize now he never even told me his name.

“Sugar, come,” Jett calls me over like a dog. Not the first time I’ve been degraded, and I’m sure not the last.

I slip away from the four prowling men, my heart beating a mile a minute. I can guess what I’m in store for. Jett takes my hand, and we leave the room.

“Were you lying when you said you didn’t have any issues with group sex?” he asks as we enter an opulent dining room with a wood table long enough to seat twenty.

“No.”

“Good. First night and you attract the furious four.”

“Furious four?” I question.

“Not to be blunt, but they’re my gangbang crew. This is what they live for. I knew Trent had his sights set on you the minute you walked into the room.” Jett plucks me off the floor and places me on the table.

“Lay down. Be sexy.” He pauses. “Not like that’s hard for you to do.”

“Be sexy?”

He places his hands on either side of my head and hovers his face over mine. “Yes. It’s like you’re dripping with seduction.”

I inhale anxiously.

“Are you nervous?”

“No.”

He cocks an eyebrow at me, then growls almost grudgingly, like he doesn’t want to give me away.

Jett pushes off the table and reminds me, “Sexy,” as he walks out of the room.

Sexy, right. I place my hands over my head and bend one knee. Can’t get sexier than a half-naked woman sprawled out on an enormous dining room table.

I hear footsteps as I’m surrounded by testosterone. Four men, two flanking each side of the table.

“You never disappoint, Jett,” Trent voices arrogantly. “Look at you.” He nods, and one of the men moves to the head of the table, where my hands are lying. He pins them down, ensuring I can’t move. I look straight up at the ceiling and count the grooves in the crown molding as I mentally prepare to take on four men at once. This is my job. My only purpose. I retreat into that shadowy place in my mind. The one that keeps me sane during moments like these. More footsteps pull me back. The click-clack of heels against the wood floor. I look down to see Amber climbing onto the table, like a seductive cat. Her black hair is falling over her shoulders in waves as she stalks over to me.

She flicks her eyes over at Trent as he and the other men begin to undress.

“You know what to do. Get her nice and wet. Make her ready for us.” His timbre rolls over my body as she takes control.

Amber frees my breasts, easily manipulating the scalloped lace, hooking it to each side. The same desirous look returns to her face as my pert nipples are exposed. She leans in to suck one into her mouth, and a collective moan echoes around us.

I arch into her, letting her tongue set me at ease. Women are always so much softer, so much more giving when they touch you.

With my arms still restrained, she moves to the other nipple, licking it lightly with the tip of her tongue. I feel the sensations between my legs as she massages one breast and worships the other.

“So hot,” someone mutters as she continues to work me over. She moves her mouth up my chest bone, over the curve of my neck, then plunges her tongue into my mouth. I kiss her back, spreading my legs as she settles between them. There’s heavy breathing all around as we put on our show. As our pelvises grind and our tongues dance and her hands grope. She tastes good, she smells good, she feels good.

Amber’s face is suddenly ripped away. I open my eyes to find Trent with a grip on her hair. “That was a good opening act, but we’re ready for the main event.” Using the hold he has on her, he moves her face down my body until it’s hovering between my legs. “Don’t make her come, just make her wet. Very. Fucking. Wet.”

I look down my outstretched body as Amber does as she’s told, spreading the slit in the material over my pussy so she can lap me up. The first flick of her tongue is like liquid fire. The second feeds the flames, and the third has me blistering in an inferno. I moan for the men around me. I moan because of the woman pleasuring me. I moan because my life is tragically not my own. Amber dips a finger past the cut material and into my wet pussy, causing me to shudder. I could come right now. I could come so easily from just the soft swirls of her tongue. But this pleasure isn’t for me, it’s for them. For the men jerking off all around us. For the men preparing themselves to use my body for what it is. A vessel of one-sided pleasure. They don’t want me to come, not because they want to save that act for themselves. They don’t want me to come because they want me needy. They want my pussy tight and straining and pulsating. Not loose and relaxed. Where would the twisted pleasure be in that? Little do they know, my pussy has never once been loose or relaxed while a cock was inside it.

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