I sense him before he speaks. I feel the bed dip under his weight, heat radiating off his body, warming my naked back. I sit crossed-legged on velvet sheets in the middle of a large, imposing metal-framed bed.

His breath skims across my delicate shoulder and up my neck. Goosebumps break out over my body, and my nipples become hard as pebbles. My pussy begins to moisten and glisten; such is the effect of his proximity.

“You know why you are here, Lil Bit?” He whispers in a deep angry voice.

“Y-yes S-sir,” I stammer.

“You disobeyed my orders. So now it’s time to take your punishment like a good, little slut.”

His fingers run lightly up my neck and over my long and silky dark red hair before they come to rest on the ties of the soft black silk blindfold covering my eyes. I feel him tighten them. My breathing speeds up, my breasts rising and falling with every quick, shallow breath.

“Do you remember the safe word?” He growls in my ear.

“Yes, Sir, it’s Lincoln,” I force out between full lips that don’t seem to want to work.

“Good girl. Use it if you need to, but I suspect you won’t. I will be in the room, don’t worry.”

The last part is said to reassure me as his lips trail across my jaw, his teeth scraping against the spot just below my ear. He pushes me gently on the shoulder until I lie flat against the bed. My long, willowy legs are stretched out, and I shiver from the feel of the cool material on my heated skin.

He grabs the padded leather strap that binds my right wrist and raises my arm above my head. I hear him attach it to the headboard with thick chains that clatter with each slight movement. He does the same for my left arm. He moves around the bed slowly, purposefully, and I can feel his gaze on my body, almost as if he is touching it.

“Spread your legs,” He demands.

I do as he asks and open my limber and taut legs for him. His hands circle my fragile ankles as he attaches the sturdy leather bindings to more chains, the same kind as on my wrists.

I lie displayed on the bed like a feast ready to be devoured.

Slightly disoriented from the darkness the blindfold provides, I try to get my bearings. I’ve been in this room before but under different circumstances. I know that in front of me are mirrors that run the length and height of the wall.

To my right are sets of drawers that house all kinds of toys and accessories. A bench-like table covered in leather straps and removable parts sits slightly to the left and in front of the mirrors.

The breeze of the door being open rushes against my smooth pale skin, causing my nipples to harden even more and my pussy to clench in dreaded excitement.

The pitch black heightens my other senses, and I’m suddenly aware of bare feet padding across the wooden floor. No carpets in this room for easy clean-up. Did that sound like three, maybe four people entering?

“Gentlemen. You know the rules,” The deep timbre of Sir’s voice seems to echo around the room.

The first touch causes me to shiver! A finger runs across my collarbone, down between my breasts, trailing off before it reaches my navel.

A hand grips my chin, forcing my head up. Warm stiff lips press punishingly against mine. Their tongue swipes across my lips. Their thumb and fingers squeeze my cheeks until I comply and open my mouth, granting them access. Their tongue thrusts in, finding mine to duel with.

Someone else’s hand runs up the inside of my thigh; another squeezes my round shapely ass. I whimper with the need for them to slide their fingers further between my legs, my pussy begging for attention.

“She is here to be taught a lesson!”

His voice breaks the silence, making me jump. I let out a little sigh of relief. He is still here. It sounds like his voice comes from in front of me. Is he standing at the end of the bed or sitting in the high-backed chair in the corner watching me?

I can’t help but wonder if he is dressed in his usual crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and black trousers, or is he naked with his hand wrapped around his large, thick cock?

It all seems to happen at once! I feel lips, teeth, and a tongue on my left breast. Licking, sucking, and biting at my nipple. My other breast is getting the same treatment from another mouth. Hands everywhere! Fingers slide through my wet swollen folds, pressing roughly against my clit. My back arches off the bed from the contact. I can’t help but moan loudly.

A rough, stubbled jaw rubs against my thighs. My legs fight against the restraints involuntarily. The sound of the chains being rattled, me gasping, and wet slurping sounds fill the silence.

A hand In my hair pulls my face to the side painfully, and as I gasp, a thick rigid cock is forced into my mouth. I gag and splutter against the invasion, but that doesn’t stop him. He pulls my hair tighter, wrapping it around his hand. My scalp stings from his tight grip. His cock thrusts harder and deeper into my mouth. Sliding down into my tight throat, which is contracting against the brutal attack.

I love it!

Suddenly, I’m pulled roughly down the bed, the restraints on my wrists stopping me from moving too much. My arms burn from being stretched. I feel someone moving between my legs. New hands slide under my ass, grabbing me and tilting my hips. A new cock slams into me, making me scream around the cock in my mouth.

Fuck!

Even though my cunt was soaking, and my warm juices had leaked all over the inside of my thighs, I wasn’t ready! He is balls deep inside me, and his cock has stretched me, and the raw, harsh pain is making my clit throb.

I can feel his stiff chunky cock battering my cervix with every hard thrust. Each time he slams into me, it causes me to slide up the sheets slightly, taking more of the cock in my mouth further down my throat.

It’s all getting too much. Multiple hands, mouths, and cocks just taking, filling, and demanding has my body alive with the overpowering need for more. I feel a need building deep in my core, spreading across my body as a fine sheen of sweat.

The hard, wide cock in my mouth is ripped out before I’ve caught my breath, and, as I violently cough, he comes with a groan all over my tits. The cock is quickly replaced by another with no consideration for my battered throat. I press my tongue against the underside of his cock, feeling it swell slightly. My lips are wrapped tight around it, sucking, trying to draw it back deep into my mouth every time he pulls out.

As he thrusts into my throat, I let my teeth run lightly along his length. The painful slap to my face that followed my act is a warning. One I heed.

The room is filled with moans, grunts, and heavy breathing. The air is heavy with the smell of sweat and sex. My body is reacting to it all. Legs kicking…back arching…body twisting…my hands grasping tight around the restraining chains.

My thighs squeeze the man between them in silent encouragement. My hips lift to meet every thrust of his. My head no longer needs the hand behind it, as it moves on its own accord. Instead, my mouth greedily slides up and down the cock inside it.

I am a willing participant!

I feel my orgasm building to a fever pitch. A bright red flush covers the top of my breasts and climbs up my neck. My body is on fire, experiencing what seems like an electric current running through it. My legs tremble involuntarily. My heart is racing and the sound of its rapid beat fills my head.

The hard pulsing cock In my mouth explodes again and again. Shooting thick creamy ropes of cum down my throat. I hungrily swallow. It’s too much, and some leaks out, dribbling from the corner of my mouth across my cheek.

“Please,” I try to scream, but it comes out hoarse and barely audible.

I try again. I was forcing the words out.

“Please.”

“PLEASE.”

“PLEASE!”

My cries become louder and more desperate.

The force of someone cumming all over my face and hair startles me, just for a second, before I open my mouth and stick my tongue out, trying to lick as much off as possible. The salty taste and smell add to my urgency.

The man between my legs begins to thrust faster. His balls slap against my ass, making a loud wet sound echo around the room. He pulls out just in time to blast his cum all over my stomach. I feel some hitting the underside of my breasts before travelling down over my ribs. I notice some of it has pooled in my belly button.

I’m thrashing on the bed and needing release, needing to explode. I want to cum! I’m begging and pleading for them to make me cum. Tears of frustration and anger run freely down my face.

I can only imagine how I must look, lying on twisted sheets. My hair was a tangled mess and smeared bright red lipstick. Mascara running down my cheeks. My breasts, hips, and thighs are covered in small finger-like bruises that have started to appear. My face, hair, and body were covered in multiple men’s spunk.

“That will be all gentlemen.”

I bite my swollen lip hard to stop the sob of denial from escaping. I hear the same padding of bare feet retreat and feel the same breeze of the door opening. The room is silent apart from the sounds of my whimpers, harsh breathing and the chains as I fight against them.

“Maybe now, you have learned to cum only when I say!” His voice was soft but still holding a hint of steely anger. I hear him move towards the door and it opens and closes, leaving me lying on the bed.

“Lincoln.” I whisper.