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“Good.”
Quill’s erection strained against the fabric of his pants, and she wondered just how many other men outside the box had a similar problem.
Someone else began to play with her pussy with another toy, while Quill unzipped his pants, his cock springing free.
More gently than she expected, he gripped the back of Saskia’s head and angled her face toward him.
“Open for me,” he ordered.
Her mouth fell open, and he thrust into her. As she sucked, Marcus decided to join in. He stroked her as he had before, but this time with one hand because his other was occupied pumping his own erection.
A pornographer couldn’t have choreographed the scene better. As Quill’s groans grew louder and more insistent, so did Marcus’s jerking, and so did the guest on the other side fucking her with the toy.
Saskia’s moan of pleasure was muffled by Quill’s cock in her mouth. He came down her throat as Marcus emptied on her stomach.
“Make the little bitch swallow,” Nolan said from the other side of the panel.
“Don’t worry. I’ve trained her well,” Quill answered. They would probably high-five the second he left the booth.
When he pulled out of her, he bent to kiss her mouth, then zipped up and went back out to the party. The man had no shame.
“I’m jealous,” Nolan said from the other side.
Saskia lay on the bench panting, barely able to recover before another cool, greased toy slipped inside her.
16
Quill kept her in the box until every last guest had left the estate, allowing her the mercy of continued anonymity. She was given the further kindness of a robe as Marcus carried her back to the main house.
Saskia felt emptied of all her psychic contents, both good and bad. The deep pleasant internal ache between her legs matched the sense of calm and stillness inside her brain. She felt like she’d been away for a week on a spa getaway. Or perhaps lobotomized. One of those.
She hadn’t expected that. She wasn’t sure what she’d expected, but it wasn’t that. She was starving, though. While she’d been fed a bit before the party, the event had lasted hours.
Hours of being prodded and stroked. Hours of Marcus with her behind the panel and occasional visits from Quill to satisfy the arousal watching her like that kept creating. She wondered how other men at the party had dealt with that discomfort. Had they wandered off somewhere to masturbate or had they found a willing partner to slip behind a bush in the rose garden with? How would those other women feel knowing they scratched an itch Saskia initiated? Weren’t they being used as well?
All of them useful objects in the service of the all-powerful male boner—the all-powerful male boner she’d licked and sucked not that long ago with something close to wild abandon. Both Quill and Marcus had fucked her mouth several times during the party while strangers gave her pleasure from behind the panel. It was as if neither man could quite handle not sampling her charms for longer than a half-hour stretch.
She collapsed, boneless onto the chair pulled out for her in the dining room. Lacy put a couple of plates of food in front of her without comment and went back through the side door to the kitchen.
Marcus wrapped a hand around the back of Saskia’s neck and pulled her to him to kiss her forehead. “Goodnight, Saskia.”
“Enjoy your night off,” Quill said.
“Yes, sir” Marcus said on his way out the door.
Quill sat across from her, watching as she devoured a giant plate of party leftovers. Such an odd mix of food. Mini quiches, shrimp and cocktail sauce, tiny sandwiches on croissants, fruit tarts, little savory sausages in a tangy sweet sauce. She didn’t care. She was too hungry to care. A second plate was filled with desserts that must have taken hours to craft, which she planned to barrel through in mere minutes.
Lacy brought her a goblet and a pitcher of water. Saskia was grateful it wasn’t champagne. The way she shoveled food in, something bubbling and alcoholic was the last thing she wanted.
“Nolan has requested a private session with you,” Quill said, still studying her.
Saskia’s mindless binge halted. Her gaze darted around the room as if expecting Quill’s friend to pop through the door at any moment like a stripper in a birthday cake.
“He went home with the others.”
Saskia pushed the plate away, no longer hungry.
“Master, no, please. You said none of them would know it was me. Did you tell him?”
