Filthy Rich Santas

34. Lana

34

LANA

Tristan’s cock throbs inside my pussy, and even though I’ve just come, I want more of it. I want him to go hard. I want him to make me come again.

And I think I want him to do it while the entire club watches.

Having sex in front of strangers isn’t something I ever thought I’d be into, but with every word the three of them said about what it would be like to let other people see me, my arousal spiked even higher.

No one here will recognize me. I feel safe, and the blissful security of the ropes Tristan bound me in is only one small part of that. But more than that, I realize that I want to share this moment publicly. I love the idea of people seeing these three amazing men fuck me.

Somehow, it feels like that will take it beyond just fucking. Beyond kink, even. It will help imprint this moment like a photograph and make it feel even more real. It will turn it into something that can never be taken away from me. Something I can come back to, again and again, even after it’s over.

“What do you say, little menace?” Beckett asks, his eyes burning into me and his cock hard again.

My mouth waters as I stare at it, but he asked me a question, so I drag my eyes up to meet his and get a heated smile that makes me moan.

Ryder is looking at me just as intensely, the burning need in his eyes lighting me up inside, and the way Tristan is filling me up, gripping my hips and grinding against me, makes it hard to think.

But I don’t really have to. He said it earlier, all I have to feel.

And right now, I feel sexy. Desirable. Bold.

All my self-consciousness is gone. Tristan said my body was perfect for his ropes, and I feel that too. I’m exactly where I want to be, and so turned on that there’s absolutely no room left for doubt or shyness.

I lick my lips, then submit completely to my true desires.

“Yes,” I whisper. “I want everyone to see this. Open it.”

Tristan groans behind me, pulling out and sliding into me so slowly it’s almost torture. Torture of the very best kind.

“So fucking hot,” Beckett grunts as Ryder does something to the wall that turns it clear, just like they said.

The change is so abrupt that I gasp, reality hitting me like a jolt of adrenaline as our privacy disappears and I see the mass of kinky club goers just on the other side of the wall.

And then a few of them start to notice the change, turning more fully to face us. Looking at us. Looking at me .

“Oh fuck, love, look at them watching you,” Ryder says with a low groan. “So fucking hot.”

Tristan makes a hot, hungry sound of agreement as he slips his fingers under some of the ropes for leverage and starts to fuck me harder.

“Oh god,” I gasp, even more aware of how completely restrained I am. I can’t escape this. I can’t do anything but take it.

Take it and let them all watch.

It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever felt, as if I haven’t just submitted to these men, but I’ve surrendered all my inhibitions too.

A tall man covered in tattoos pulls his submissive in front of him, her back to his chest as they both watch me. He reaches around her, pinching her nipples through the thin black lace halter top she’s wearing. The Dom next to them pushes a woman dressed in nothing but a pair of heels down to her knees and feeds her his dick, his gaze locked on me.

“Look what you’re fucking doing to them,” Beckett growls. “They want you, little menace, but they can’t have you. You belong to us. Look at them watching you. Every fucking one of them is jealous of Tristan right now. Every man out there is imagining sliding into that sweet, wet pussy of yours. Wondering what you taste like. What it feels like to have your soft lips wrapped around his cock. Imagining those gorgeous fucking eyes of yours staring up at him while you moan with his cum sliding down your throat. You’re a goddamn fantasy, you dirty little menace. But tonight, you’re all ours.”

I moan, his wonderfully filthy words doing things to me that ramp every sensation up even higher.

“Oh fuck, you like that, don’t you, love?” Ryder groans.

“Yes,” I gasp as Tristan’s thrusts quicken, the sound of our bodies slapping together loud in the otherwise quiet room.

Ryder and Beckett stroke themselves as they watch us, and I’m shocked by how turned on the knowledge of their pleasure makes me. Theirs, and everyone out there who’s watching. The weight of all those strangers’ gazes on me is like a thousand caresses to my inflamed skin. It’s a sensual freedom I’ve never known before, and it has me feeling completely uninhibited, almost like I’m flying.

“How does it feel?” Ryder’s eyes burn into me. “How does it feel to be so fucking wanted?”

Pleasure ripples through me, like the slow build of another orgasm, even though I’m not sure I actually have another one in me.

“It feels—God, it’s incredible,” I pant.

“Fuck yeah, you are,” Beckett says, his voice a guttural rumble.

“How many of those people out there do you think are getting off right now?” Ryder asks, his voice rough, his hand stroking his cock with slow, steady pulls. “How many are touching themselves while they watch you getting fucked?”

I shiver, the thought pushing me closer to the edge, until I’m not sure if this is an orgasm or something even more intense.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Tristan groans, his fingers digging into my hips as my back tries to arch, forcing me against the ropes.

“Show them how incredible you look when you come,” Beckett demands. “Come all over Tristan’s cock while they all watch from out there, wishing it was them.”

“Oh god,” I moan. “I… I don’t think I can.”

“You can,” Ryder insists as Tristan slams into me again, almost making me believe it.

“Help her,” Tristan rasps. “Touch her. Get her there.”

Ryder’s grin is wicked as he comes closer, his hand going to my face as he leans down to kiss me. Then he gives the ropes binding my torso to the bench a single tug, and they fall away.

“Quick-release knot,” he says when I gasp, my back arching.

Ryder instantly takes advantage, sliding his hands under me to toy with my nipples.

“Oh god,” I gasp. They’re still sensitive from the clamps, and pleasure races down to my core as he pinches and tugs, rolling them between his fingers while Tristan keeps fucking me.

“That’s it,” Beckett rumbles, running his hand down my side and squeezing my ass. “Take it all, baby. Take him so fucking deep. Take him like everyone out there is dreaming of with you. Do you know how fucking jealous they are right now?”

Tristan pulls me upright, my knees resting on padded supports at the base of the bench and my arms still bound behind me as he holds me there and fucks into me hard.

“They can dream of it,” he grunts, “but that’s as far as it goes. Dreaming and looking. No one else fucks you. No one else touches you. Only us.”

“You heard him,” Beckett growls, his thick fingers playing over my clit. “Now say it.”

“Only… only you. Only the three of you.”

“Good girl,” Beckett says, giving my clit piercing a tug as Tristan hits my g-spot.

I cry out, overwhelmed, and Ryder swings a leg over the bench so he’s facing me, then grabs my face and kisses me again, swallowing my moans as his tongue teases mine.

I’m surrounded by them, and the possessive way they’re handling me is pushing me toward the edge even faster.

“Oh, god,” I whimper when Ryder breaks the kiss and lifts my breasts in his hands, sucking one of my nipples into his mouth while he teases the other with his fingers.

It’s too much. As Beckett keeps stroking my clit and Tristan keeps fucking me, the sound becomes a high-pitched, keening wail, and the pleasure suddenly explodes into an orgasm that feels like a genuine out of body experience.

Subspace , a distant part of my mind whispers as my head falls back on Tristan’s shoulder, wave after wave of pleasure rolling through me, each one taking me higher, until I’m floating in a sea of bliss that goes on and on and on.

Tristan swears, his hands tightening on my body and his hips stuttering as if he’s finally losing his control. Then he’s coming too, his cock pulsing and his body shuddering against mine as his release floods into me, filling me up, just the way he promised he would.

I genuinely don’t know how long I float. I’ve brushed against the edge of subspace since starting to explore kink with these three, but I’ve never let go as completely like that before. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I finally start to come down from it as they carefully untie me, each one of them kissing me gently, touching and soothing me, as they hold me and pass me between them.

“Drink, baby,” Beckett rumbles gently, holding a water bottle to my lips.

I do, the cool liquid soothing my throat.

“That’s it,” Ryder murmurs. “You did so well, love.”

“Mmm,” I hum, not sure I can find words just yet.

Tristan runs his hands over me, firmly and tenderly, almost as if he’s examining each of my limbs. Then I realize that’s exactly what he’s doing, rubbing the faint marks his ropes left, turning and lifting each part of me to get a good look, checking me over protectively.

They all are, and I’m so overwhelmed by their care that tears prickle at my eyes.

“Hey,” Ryder says, cupping my face and searching my eyes. “You good?”

I smile as I blink them away. “I’m fine. Perfect.”

He gives me a soft smile, then kisses my forehead. “That’s exactly what you are.”

Once Tristan is finally satisfied, they settle around me, cuddling against me as they continue to feed me light snacks and encourage me to finish the water. I’m so unbelievably relaxed that it takes me a while to notice that the observation wall is opaque again.

Beckett catches me looking.

“Aftercare should always be private,” he murmurs, his big hands stroking me in a way that’s sensual and comforting without being sexual. “This part is just for us.”

I sigh, leaning my head against his chest. “I’m glad.”

His hand slows for a moment. “How do you feel about the scene?”

“I never knew I’d enjoy all of that,” I tell him honestly. “Pain isn’t something I could see the appeal of before, but the flogger took me right out of my head.”

“It was fucking beautiful to see,” he says. “All of it.”

I bite my lip, still floating in a sea of endorphins as the various ways they pushed me replay in my head. Then I nod.

“God, yes. I never knew I’d enjoy the line between pleasure and pain like that, or be able to, um, to take two of you.”

Ryder grins. “Fuck, that was hot. I’m so proud of you for letting us push you like that.”

“It was amazing. But it was also a lot, being restrained was perfect after that. It made me feel…”

I stumble over my words, not finding the right ones. It made me feel so much.

“Secure,” I finally settle on. “And god, it heightened everything.”

Tristan turns my head toward him, and kisses me deeply, pulling back to rest his forehead against mine. “Thank you for trusting me with that.”

“Thank you for knowing how much I needed it.” I bite my lip, then glance toward the opaque wall. “It feels like you guys know some of my needs before I do.”

Beckett rumbles a laugh, then kisses my neck, his lips trailing down my spine as he hugs me from behind. “Now, that’s a fucking compliment.”

My cheeks heat. “It’s just the truth.”

“You were so fucking sexy, love,” Ryder murmurs. “You always are, but that was amazing.”

It really was, and a twinge hits me as I look around the room. “Do we need to leave the club now that we’re, um, done in here?”

I’m not up for more sex, but I don’t want the night to be over.

“No,” Beckett reassures me, settling me more firmly against him as he lounges back on the wide bed-like platform.

Somewhere, they even rustled up a few soft blankets, and it’s cozy and… well, perfect.

“We’re in no rush,” Tristan murmurs, giving me a fond look.

Ryder pulls me in for another kiss, and it’s almost scary how happy I am. The way they’re touching me isn’t going to lead to anything else, and as much as I love all the sex, I might even love this part more.

It’s one of the last thoughts I have as I drift off to sleep, so deeply relaxed and satisfied that I don’t even try to fight it.