“I’m okay with it,” she blurted out.
He kissed her tenderly and then lay back again, lifting his hips off the mattress to drive himself deep before relaxing beneath her. His eyes never left her face as she began to work his cock inside her, rising and falling over the thick shaft. Her moans of bliss became more pronounced as the fingers stroking her from behind shot her into a frenzy.
A seeking finger pressed just inside her back entrance.
“Yes!” she cried, shifting her hips to give her daring knight free access. She was rewarded for her brazenness with pleasure as first one finger and then two fully claimed her ass, thrusting twice as fast as she could rise and fall over the cock in her pussy.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as her body convulsed with an unexpected orgasm.
“Knight requests the privilege of fucking the queen’s ass.”
“What?” she heard Adam say, but she was already responding to the request. “Permission granted!”
A muttering of approval passed among her subjects. Over the blood rushing through her ears, she could hear the sounds of a condom being opened and lube being applied. What was she doing? She couldn’t possibly let another man enter her body. She felt him against her back and instead of tensing when his cockhead brushed her back entrance, she relaxed the way Adam had taught her. Heat shot up inside her as a hard, thick cock filled her from behind.
“Oh God.”
She did her best to fuck the two cocks stuffing her, but she couldn’t find the leverage to make it work. A pair of hands gripped her hips and assisted her in taking them deep. Pulling out. Taking them deep. And . . . and, oh God, she’d died and gone to heaven. Never in her life had she felt so complete. So full.
“Bishop’s move,” the voice said.
“Bishop requests the privilege of pleasing the queen’s clit to ensure she comes.”
Yes, she thought. “Yes!” she commanded. “Make me come, you, you . . . guy.” Whoever or whatever the hell he was. She didn’t much care. “Bishop.”
A moment later something buzzed against her clit in powerful, vibrating bursts, and she screamed as she came. Her body squeezed the two cocks inside her in rhythmic spasms. When she calmed, she found her pussy suddenly empty, but that didn’t last long. Soon someone was fucking her with a huge dildo. She didn’t even know what she was agreeing to any longer. There were mouths sucking her nipples, her fingers, her clit. Teeth sinking into her breasts and ass. Dicks in her mouth. In her hands. Fucking her in the ass. Between her tits. She was spanked and pinched. Caressed and massaged.
She’d been so thoroughly taken by the time her reign as queen was over, she couldn’t move. Every inch of her body throbbed with pleasure and pain. Trembled with exhaustion. She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, but eventually the sound of a door slamming jerked her awake.
Something landed in the center of her back.
“Put your clothes on,” Adam growled at her.
“Adam?” she murmured. She lifted a trembling hand to pull off her mask. God, her arm wouldn’t stop shaking.
“Well, you definitely got into the game, my queen,” Adam said. “You didn’t refuse anything.”
He didn’t sound too happy about it.
She turned her head. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, but soon she could see that they were alone. Unless the man behind the voice on the intercom was still observing them.
“Put your fucking clothes on, Madison!”
She attempted to roll onto her side, but she didn’t have enough energy to move, much less dress. And why was he yelling at her?
“What’s going on? Are the cops busting the club or what?” Right before they’d arrived, he had warned her that a raid might happen.
“I can’t believe you let them do that to you.”
“Huh?” She lifted her head with considerable effort. “Let them do what?”
Her mind was as numb as her body was. She couldn’t feel anything. Except her ass. God, she was sore back there. Someone had done a number on her. Not taken her the way she liked it. Not the way Adam did it. She doubted if she’d ever be able to sit on her butt again.
“Anything they wanted,” he said.
“Why are you so upset?” she said, her voice slurring as if she were drunk.
“I don’t know, Madison. Maybe because I just watched my girlfriend get gangbanged and she loved every minute of it.”
“You’re the one who brought me here,” she said, finding a reserve store of energy as her anger sparked to life. “You’re the one who always tells me I need to loosen up. Experience life. Live a little.”
“You are unquestionably loose, and I think you’ve done quite enough living for one night,” he said. “We’re leaving now. Get dressed.”
“I would love to,” she yelled, “but I can’t move my arms and legs!”
His scowl was replaced with a look of concern. “Did one of them hurt you?”
She shook her head as much as she was able, knowing that he didn’t want to hear her whine about how raw her ass felt. “Just exhaustion. I’ll recover.”
“I’m sorry I brought you here,” he said, the temporary look of concern already gone, replaced by a scowl. He scraped the clothing from her back and slipped her panties over one of her trembling feet. She was uncomfortably wet between her legs, but she was suddenly too ashamed to draw attention to her discomfort.
Her body would recover, but she wondered if her relationship with Adam would. Something had changed between them. She could feel it in the brusque way he shoved her into her clothes. The tenderness he usually showed her was lacking. His gaze was hard. And cold. He refused to look at her, to see her. He was back to shutting her out, the way he had when they’d first met. She couldn’t stand it.
She lifted a weary arm to touch his face, but he jerked away, stumbling from the platform in his haste to find the exit. To escape her touch. Escape from her.
“I’ll wait outside,” he said and before she could tell him not to bother, he was gone.
Chapter Nine
Adam took a deep breath and slammed his fist into a brick wall. He needed to get his shit together before Madison came out of the club, because he was seconds from losing everything he’d worked so hard to accomplish and he knew it.
Would he ever be able to look at her again without remembering the hands of other men on her body? Would he ever scrub away the feel of her pussy tightening around his cock as two other men brought her to orgasm? Would he ever hear those sexy sounds she made without recalling that she made them even louder when some stranger had his dick up her ass?