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I hear Angelo getting up, and he walks over to Victor. He leans against Victor’s shoulder, which I’m surprised Victor allows, but Victor is busy wiping his cock off with a cloth handkerchief.
Angelo’s devious expression makes me worry.
“Don’t worry, Saint. I’ve got you covered.” He extends his hand in my direction. At first I think he’s going to smear Victor’s cum, but then I notice that he’s holding something.
The used condoms.
I flinch backwards, but Saint is there to hold me in place. His fucking fingers don’t stop moving, and I realize this whole time, hehasbeen edging me. He knows what he’s doing after all, and as Angelo empties the two condoms over my head and face, my body spasms and I scream my long-awaited climax.
The cum that drips down from the condoms is cooler, more disgusting-feeling, and some of it gets into my mouth.
I orgasm, long and hard, held by one of them while the other two watch and I taste all three of them in my mouth. I close it, but it’s too late. They’ve already marked me this way, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I’ve held on for so long, but the next blink has tears rolling down my cheeks. No matter how much I tell myself that this is the reaction they want and that I shouldn’t do it, I can’t stop myself from crying
Victor finishes zipping himself up and squats down to be eye level with me. He stares at me for a few seconds in silence, and I want to yell at him, but my breaths are fast and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to keep my voice from wavering.
Finally he says, “That was passable. I suppose we’ll keep you to ourselves for now.”
He gets up and moves towards the door. His shoes sound so loud against the hard tile.
Saint starts petting my head—the dry parts of it. “Hey, hey, don’t cry. You’ll get better. Victor’s just super picky.” He kisses the side of my throat again. “And we’re all done for now. See? I’ll just hold you for a few minutes.” He releases my arms but wraps his around my waist.
I try to lift a hand up to wipe the cum from my face, but he grabs my wrist.
“No, no, let that dry,” he says. “We want everyone to know you’re ours, don’t we? We don’t want any other… mistakes.”
Angelo laughs. “Yeah, if you’re good, we’ll come hose you down in the morning.”
“Fuck you!” I can’t help but—try to—snarl. My voice cracks, though, and the words sound like they’re coming from someone much younger, much weaker.
“That’s cute,” Angelo says. “Saint, leave her be. She clearly doesn’t want us being nice to her.” He makes a show of looking around the room. “Enjoy your night alone, Princess. Well, alone except for the cameras.”
If they try to leave those expensive-looking cameras in this room, I will smash them to pieces. I have a feeling they’re talking about other cameras, though, cameras I could never reach.
Saint finally releases me with another kiss to the top of my head. “Good girl.” He starts to break down the cameras with fluid ease, the ease of someone who’s done this a thousand times before. “See you in the morning, kitten.”
As one final shot, Angelo grabs my shirt and jeans. “You won’t need these.” He leers at me. “And don’t be afraid to give us a show. We’ll be watching.”
I can’t help the one hiccupping sob that escapes me before I shut it down.
Naked, alone, watched by perverts with cameras.
What have I gotten myself into?
9
Saint
Lucia is still asleep when I check the cameras. It’s early, but I've been thinking about her ever since I woke up hard and ready to go. The night before was the first time the three of us had ever had the same woman before—let alone at the same time—and it had been hotter than hell.
I moan as I wrap my hand around my morning wood, slowly stroking myself. I imagine the sight of her beneath me, held in place by Angel’s strong arms, and the idea of the two of them fucking comes to mind. I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off of them.
Lucia is fucking beautiful, and Angel…
That’s complicated.
I want to hear more from that smart-ass, snarky mouth of hers, see those full lips around my own cock like she’d wrapped them around Victor’s while he’d fucked her face. I hadn’t gotten to see it when he’d come all over her, but I could imagine her expression. It must have been so shocked, so outraged, so… debauched.
