Filthy Rich Santas

32. Lana

32

LANA

Stepping into Eclipse, the sex club they’ve taken me to, reminds me a lot of my single trip to Radiance. The layout is a little different and the color scheme leans more toward industrial—all matte blacks and distressed steel versus the deep reds and dark leather of Radiance—but the energy is the same.

I love it.

The three men follow through on their promise to stick close to me, giving off possessive, protective vibes as they lead me deeper into the club.

The front of the place is sedate, with tables and quiet seating areas, but farther in, music thrums through the air, a deep bass vibrating through my body that feels as sensual as the sights I’m seeing.

With Tristan, Ryder, and Beckett like a moving fortress around me, the hint of shyness I feel can’t stop me from looking around with hungry eyes. I don’t know where I’d start if I were here on my own. It’s everything I’ve been fascinated by, fantasies I haven’t even fully acknowledged yet, laid out in front of me.

It’s intoxicating.

“This way,” Ryder murmurs, his hand brushing my lower back as they guide me along a dimly lit corridor.

The walls are a montage of dark, shadowy figures, the black steel railing cool under my palm as we descend a short flight of stairs. My heart pounds in my chest, a thrilling rush as we delve farther into the underground playground.

The men point out the various stations to me—the spanking bench, cages, and St. Andrew’s cross—and my cheeks flame at the sheer audacity of it all. I don’t think I’m ready for any of that, but being immersed in it, especially after the full day of edging, is spiking my arousal to the point that I’m almost panting.

And all three of them clearly know it.

My eyes widen as we pass an open room where a woman is pinned to the wall by a man, his hand tightening around her throat as she writhes. My breath catches at the raw, primal energy between them, and a heady rush coils low in my belly as my steps slow.

“We’re going to play in private,” Beckett whispers, leaning down as he threads his fingers through mine. “But if you see anything you want to stop and enjoy along the way, just say so.”

I nod, then shake my head, looking up at him in a silent plea that he seems to intuitively understand. I’m curious about all of it, and I love that they seem to have truly taken my interest in learning about kink to heart. That they’re willing to help me not just explore, but explain and enjoy all the sensuality a place like this has to offer.

But right now, I need them .

Beckett smiles, then nudges me forward. A little farther along the hallway, they usher me into a private room, and my eyes widen at the sight that greets me.

The space is outfitted with things I’ve only read about, some of which intrigue me and some that I’m not sure I’ll ever want to explore. There are clean, leather-covered surfaces at different heights—I’m not sure whether to call them beds, benches, or something else, but they’re clearly there to accommodate all sorts of different positions —and around the edges of the room are a variety of toys and implements displayed almost reverently. Whips, chains, cuffs, and other things I don’t know the names of hang from wall hooks, and sleek, polished wood drawers line the walls, no doubt filled with other equipment.

“This place is incredible.” My breath catches as I take it all in, my body tingling with anticipation.

Beckett squeezes my hand, his thumb brushing over my knuckles as he guides me farther in. “We wanted to give you a taste of everything. See what piques your interest.”

My gaze falls on a collection of nipple clamps, and my clit throbs. Blindfolds hang next to them, and I imagine the sense of surrender that would come with not being able to see or anticipate what the men might do to me.

“And these…” Beckett’s voice drops to a husky murmur as he opens a drawer to reveal an array of floggers. “Are for sensation play. Feeling brave, little menace?”

“Maybe.” I bite my lip, my heart hammering. “I think so.”

Beckett steps toward the nearest wall, trailing his fingers along the display of toys. “Some people are into pain. We can explore that, if you’re interested. But for now, I want to show you things that will give you pleasure.”

I swallow, my eyes tracing the outline of a sleek, black paddle. “That… I mean, I’m interested in learning. All of it.”

His smile is slow and sexy as he turns to face me. “Good.”

Ryder takes my other hand, and with Beckett leading the way, the three of them guide me through the room.

“Anything you see here can be used on any part of the body,” Beckett continues. “It’s all about sensation.”

My gaze falls on a collection of delicate crops, the tails made of thin strips of leather. I imagine the sting they’d deliver, a sharp bite that would light up my senses. Nearby hangs a length of chain, the metal glinting in the soft lighting.

“And over here…” Beckett leads me to another display. “We have the ropes. There are different types, each with its own unique feel. Tristan’s the one to tell you about these, though.”

“And the one to use them,” Ryder adds with a sexy smirk as I take in the array of ropes, all neatly coiled and waiting.

Tristan picks up a length of soft rope, running it through his fingers. “This is jute. It’s soft and flexible, perfect for shibari.” He smirks at me, his eyes burning. “One of my favorite ways to play.”

My heart pounds as I imagine him binding me with those ropes, my body on display for their pleasure. Being tied up, unable to move, is something I’ve fantasized about but never admitted aloud.

It’s too much. My mind is racing in overdrive, and I can’t decide where to start.

“You choose,” I whisper to all of them as my pussy throbs, my ass clenching around the plug. “I’ll… I’ll safe word if anything is too much, but please. I just want to feel .”

“We can do that, love,” Ryder murmurs, his fingers trailing over my lower back.

“We will happily do that,” Beckett rumbles as Tristan gives me a piercing, enigmatic smile.

And then they’re on me, surrounding me, their mouths claiming mine, their hands mapping my body with eager possession. I’m breathless and overwhelmed, in the best possible way. My senses are alive, every nerve ending singing as they strip me of my clothes, their mouths and hands everywhere.

I gasp as a hand slips between my thighs, already so keyed up from wearing the butt plug all day.

“Please,” I whisper, not sure who I’m begging, but not caring. I’m theirs, and I need them to finish what they started.

“Not yet, baby,” Beckett murmurs roughly. “We’re just getting started.”

Their mouths move over me, hands teasing, stroking, until I’m a quivering mess, pleasure coiled tight and ready to snap.

Beckett’s mouth finds my neck, his teeth nipping at my pulse point as his hands roam lower, delving between my legs.

“So fucking wet already,” Ryder growls as he takes in the sight of me, my breasts heaving, nipples tight.

Tristan presses against me from behind, reaching around to pinch them.

“Beckett,” he says, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine as the two of them exchange some sort of silent communication.

“Yes,” Beckett says, and before I can answer what it is they’ve just agreed on, Ryder captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hands map my body, flames licking across my skin where he touches.

I’m lost in it, my eyes closed and my breath ragged, when suddenly Tristan’s fingers are gone. He moves away from behind me, and a cool, silken cloth slips over my eyes.

They’re blindfolding me.

“Color?” Beckett asks.

“Green,” I whisper.

A moment later, cool metal touches my skin, trailing along my ribs and over my stomach. I suck in a breath, every nerve ending alight. I have no idea what it is, but the sensory deprivation makes even that light touch feel electric.

Then they drag the metal implement up to my breasts, and twin points of pressure on my nipples have me biting back a moan as something cool and shifting drags between them.

Nipple clamps, attached by a delicate chain.

I saw them in a drawer before they blindfolded me.

It’s not painful, but the pressure is intense, sending a bolt of sensation straight to my core. My breath comes in short gasps as the clamps are tightened more, making my knees shake.

“That’s it, baby,” Ryder murmurs, his lips brushing my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Let yourself feel it all.”

“You look fucking incredible like this,” Beckett says, close enough to tell me that he’s the one who’s attached them.

“I feel… I…”

I’m left gasping, not sure how to put it into words. Good doesn’t seem like a big enough word, and even incredible doesn’t cover the overwhelming sensations rolling through me.

“You’re doing so well.” Beckett’s warm praise washes over me. “And we’re just getting started. We want to show you just how much your body can take.”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Yes, please.”

They lead me over to one of the leather covered benches, bending me over it and directing me to spread my legs.

“Oh fuck,” someone mutters.

Tristan, I think. But maybe Ryder.

I’m starting to feel like my head is floating. So turned on that I’m lightheaded, but also disoriented in a sensual way by the blindfold and the inescapable sensation of the clamps. The only thing I can do is obey their softly murmured commands… and feel .

Someone spreads my legs wider, groaning softly, then taps the jeweled plug I’m wearing.

I moan, a shudder going through me. A moment later, a soft, almost soothing waterfall of touch caresses my ass.

“This is a flogger,” Beckett says from behind me, dragging the tails through my crease and teasing my inner thighs with them. “I’m going to need you to count as I use it on you. Can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I promise. “Yes, sir.”

“Good girl. Let’s begin.”

As the flogger’s tails trail over my skin once more, I suck in a breath, tingles sparking where it makes contact. Then the first strike lands across my ass.

“One,” I breathe, the sensation like stinging bees.

“Beautiful,” Beckett praises, the flogger falling again in another sharp snap that makes me gasp.

“Two,” I manage, feeling my knees weaken as the sting blooms.

Another strike, this time lower, the tails landing with a thwack against my sensitive inner thighs.

“Three.”

The heat that follows the sting works its way into my core, fanning the flames of the arousal inside me until it feels like I’m about to be consumed.

“You’re doing so well, love,” Ryder encourages, his warm breath against my ear as he nuzzles my neck.

The next strike lands on my ass, closer to the plug, and a jolt of sensation shoots straight to my core. I cry out, my body arching. “Four!”

The final strike lands, and I cry out again, my body vibrating with sensation. “Five! Oh god. Please. Please, sir. I need to come.”

I writhe against the smooth leather, and the feeling of my clamped nipples dragging across its surface drives me crazy.

“Not yet,” Beckett says, making me sob. “I think you can do five more.”

“No,” I whisper, even as a part of me yearns for it.

Not for more flogging, necessarily, but for pleasing him. For pushing myself because he wants me to. For earning more praise and discovering how much I can really take.

And since “no” isn’t my safe word, Beckett gives me all of that, coaxing me to count out five more, making me lose myself in the rhythm of the flogger, my body on fire, pleasure and pain blending into an overwhelming mix that has me hovering right on the edge of release so that I’m not even sure if I am counting anymore.

Not until he finally stops.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice a deep rumble of approval as he runs a hand over my ass, my thighs, between my legs.

“Fucking incredible,” I hear Ryder say over the sound of my breath, coming in short gasps as I just exist in a sea of sensation.

I’m floating, pleasure coiling so tightly that I can barely breathe. My body is on fire, sensation thrumming through every nerve ending as I hover right on the edge of release.

And then Beckett taps on the plug, his voice a commanding rumble. “Do not come, little menace. Not until you have permission.”

But it’s too late.

At his words, I shatter, pleasure bursting through me in a rush. I cry out, my body shaking as I’m overwhelmed by the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

“Oh, you dirty little thing,” Beckett growls, chuckling. “You know better.”

My breathless, shuddering response is lost in the waves of pleasure still rolling through me. My body feels boneless as they reposition me, lifting me up and supporting me as they remove the blindfold.

The return of my sight is like a shock of bright light, and I blink as I find them all gazing down at me with raw desire in their eyes.

Beckett gives me a slow, wicked smile. “You’ve been a very bad girl, coming without permission.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

I’m not sorry. Not in the slightest. I’m trembling with excitement at the dark promise in his eyes.

“For that…” he murmurs, stroking a hand down the center of my chest, all the way to my pussy where he hooks a finger into my clit piercing. “I’m going to have to fuck you.”

I shudder, my body clenching around the butt plug as the pleasure still coursing through my blood spikes.

“Yes. Yes, please.”

He tugs my piercing gently, using it as a tether to lead me to the lowest, widest leather bench, one the size of a bed. Then he seats himself on it and slides his hand between my legs to play with the plug as I stand before him. “I’m going to fuck you while this is still inside you.”

My pussy clenches with involuntary excitement. I already feel so full, I can’t imagine how intense it will be to have him inside me too.

But I want it.

“Green,” I whisper, making Beckett’s eyes flare.

He draws his hand back, dragging it through my wet folds. Then he licks my arousal off his fingers.

Tristan and Ryder stand like twin sentinels on either side of me as Beckett reclines on the leather bench and frees his cock.

All three men are bare chested now, having stripped down to just the form-fitting pants they each wore to the club, and the clear bulges of Tristan’s and Ryder’s cocks makes my mouth water.

I want to touch them. I want them to touch me . I want everything with these men.

But right now, all those wants are eclipsed by one: obeying my Dom.

“Straddle me,” Beckett orders, his thick, tattooed fingers playing over his Jacob’s ladder piercing as he slowly strokes his cock, watching me like a king who doesn’t question for a moment that he’ll be obeyed.

And I do. I scramble to obey, eagerly settling myself over him, our eyes locked together and the plug shifting inside of me as I get into position.

His hands immediately grasp my hips, guiding me down onto his shaft. With a slow, torturous slide, he fills me, and just like I suspected, with the plug already taking up space inside me, it’s so intense it has my eyes rolling back.

“That’s it, baby,” he rumbles, his thumbs stroking my hips. “Take it all. Fuck, you feel even tighter like this.”

I whimper, shuddering on top of him. “So full,” I whisper, overwhelmed by it.

But they really have awoken something greedy and carnal in me, because all I want is more. And Beckett gives it to me. He grips my hips tighter, guiding my movements as I rock against him.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, his eyes shining with a combination of pride and raw lust as he starts to fuck me. “Your pussy feels like fucking heaven. Are you going to give me another one?”

“Another… another orgasm?”

It’s inevitable. I’m already racing in that direction as he moves me on top of him.

“That’s right,” Beckett says, his eyes piercing me just as deeply as his shaft does. “You came without my permission. Now you’ll need to come on my command.”

“Yes, sir.”

He thrusts up, making me cry out, my clit throbbing and my ass clenching around the plug.

“If you can take this,” Beckett growls, doing it again, “you can take two cocks.”

His words are like a lit match inside me, heating my blood into a firestorm. I have no idea if it’s just dirty talk or a promise. If it’s something I could really do, or if it would be too much. But I do know that the thought of being filled by two of them at once is both thrilling and terrifying.

And that if Beckett tells me I can, I believe him.

He chuckles, tugging gently on the chain of my nipple clamps. “You like that idea, don’t you, baby?”

I nod frantically, beyond words as the sensation builds. I move against him, finding a rhythm that has sparks of pleasure shooting through me.

“That’s it. You’ll need to keep fucking yourself on my cock, open yourself up so you’re ready for that second one. Get your pussy nice and primed for another release. Fuck, you’re perfect,” he growls, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts, thumbing the clamps.

I moan, the sensation of his Jacob’s ladder piercing brushing against my sensitive walls competing with the sharp zing from the clamps and the heating sensitivity as he rubs his hands over my well-flogged ass and thighs, until I’m swimming in so many layers of pleasure that all I can do is let my body follows its instincts.

And my instincts are to do exactly what my Dom is telling me to.

I brace my hands on his wide chest, my fingers pale against the thick black tattoos that cover his dusky skin, and chase my pleasure as I bounce on his cock with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

I need everything he’s promising. I need to come.

Tristan and Ryder move closer, their eyes burning as they watch me ride Beckett. They reach out, trailing their hands over my skin, stoking the flames of my arousal even higher.

“Jesus, you’re so beautiful like this,” Tristan murmurs, his fingers brushing my hair back where it clings to my face. “Your pleasure is fucking gorgeous.”

Ryder’s hands skim lower, gripping my ass, helping me move against Beckett and lighting up the reddened skin there.

“You’re doing so fucking well, love. Take it all. Take what you need.”

“What she needs is another cock,” Beckett growls, palming my ass and spreading my cheeks apart. “You volunteering, Ryder?”

“Fuck yeah,” he says, the bed dipping as he comes up behind me, pushing me down until I’m flattened on Beckett’s chest.

I moan, his cock pushing against my g-spot as my clit grinds against his hard body. Then my breath catches, the pressure of the plug beginning to ease.

Ryder’s taking it out, working it free from my body with gentle, relentless tugs that light up the nerve endings in that sensitive spot.

I whine when it comes out, not liking the sudden emptiness. At first, it was almost too much, but now I crave the missing fullness.

Beckett tangles his hand in my hair, cupping the back of my head and pulling me down to kiss me as his cock jerks in my pussy.

I moan, giving myself to him completely, and a moment later, I feel Ryder tracing the sensitive rim of my back hole.

His fingers are slick with lube, and he groans when he slips one inside me. “Look how well you take me, love. Did you like being plugged?”

I can’t answer. Beckett’s groaning into my mouth, holding me against him as he keeps his other hand on my ass, holding me open for Ryder to play with.

Then Ryder’s fingers disappear, and his cock presses against me, entering me in a way no man ever has before.

“Oh god,” I gasp, arching my back as that wonderful fullness returns and then some, pushing my body to its limits.

“You can do this,” Tristan murmurs as he guides me to lean back and adjust the angle, letting Ryder in.

I start to shake, the feeling overwhelming as Beckett’s thick cock seems to swell inside me as Ryder’s enters me from behind.

It’s too much.

But it’s also not. It’s perfect .

“So fucking tight,” Beckett groans, his hands fisting in my hair as my body takes both of their cocks, just like he promised I could.

He holds himself still, every muscle in his body as tense as a rock, while Ryder works his way in with short, shallow strokes.

Each one goes deeper. Each one pushes me higher. And when he’s finally fully seated, the heat of his body making the reddened skin Beckett worked over with the flogger flare with sensation, he groans, reaching around to cup my breasts as he pants against the side of my neck.

“Fucking incredible,” he grits out from behind me, his cock throbbing in my tight channel. “Nothing has ever felt as good as being inside you, love. Fucking nothing .”

“Damn right,” Beckett growls.

They begin to move in tandem, building a rhythm that has me crying out, my body trembling with the intensity of it.

“That’s it, baby,” Ryder encourages, his arms wrapping around me, one hand tweaking my clit piercing. “Let yourself feel it.”

The pressure builds, their cocks stroking something deep and primal inside me. Their hands are everywhere, tugging my nipple clamps, playing with my piercing, their mouths on my neck, my shoulders, my breasts.

I’ve never felt so completely owned, so free to just get lost in the pleasure, and I can’t hold back my escalating cries when my body starts to shake as I near the peak. I’m beyond words, beyond rational thought, reduced to a being of pure sensation as they drive me higher, working me over their cocks until I finally shatter, sobbing with the force of my release.

It sweeps through me, a tidal wave of sensation that leaves me trembling and boneless between them as they keep fucking me through it.

“Oh fuck,” Ryder groans from behind me. “You’re milking me so fucking well. Gonna pull everything out of me at this rate, love. Is that what you want? You want it all? You want to be dripping with our cum before you walk out of here?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Then give us another one first,” Beckett demands. “I want to feel this perfect pussy of yours squeeze my cock again. Come on, dirty girl. Show me how good you can be. I know you’ve got one more in you. Give it to us. One more now.”

I want to say I can’t, but they’re relentless, their thrusts becoming more urgent and their grips on my body fiercer. Their grunts and curses fill the room, animalistic sounds that fuel the flames of my arousal once more, and before I know it, I’m tumbling over the edge again, my desperate cries joining theirs as they follow, spilling themselves inside me with a final few thrusts.

“Perfect,” Ryder murmurs, pulling out of me slowly and then guiding me upright, my thighs wet with their releases and still spread wide around Beckett’s hips.

He tugs gently on the chain of the nipple clamps.

“Ryder’s right. You were perfect, baby,” he praises, his eyes shining with pride and desire. “You did so fucking well.”

“Thank you, sir,” I whisper.

He releases the clamps, leaning up to kiss each nipple tenderly as an indescribable sensation rushes through me at their removal.

Beckett runs his hands down my body, his softening cock giving one last pulse as he pins me with a wicked look. “But you don’t think we’re done yet, do you?”

He cups my chin, then turns my head so that I’m facing Tristan.

Tristan’s eyes are heated behind his glasses, his gaze trailing over my body with a look of such hunger that the flames these men have just sated instantly flare to life again.

He’s as still and contained as he always is, but his cock is visibly throbbing behind his pants, his body flushed and his nostrils flaring with every breath.

I shiver, equal parts excitement and anticipation coursing through me. As blissful as the afterglow of being fucked by Ryder and Beckett is, I do need more. I need Tristan too.

And when he finally drags his eyes back up my body to meet my gaze, I know I’m going to get everything I could ever want from him, even though I’ve got no idea what he has planned.

“It’s my turn now,” he says, his voice low and full of promise as he smiles at me. “Color?”

“Green,” I whisper.