Room One Hundred and Thirteen (Club Sin: Seattle Session 2)

Chapter 3

"Here's your room," Lillian says as she opens the door with the gold decorative numbers one hundred and thirteen on it. She was assigned to me as a hostess since I'm brand new to Club Sin. "Do you have any questions about the rules before I leave you to prepare for tonight's events?"

"N-no questions about the rules. But do I need to tell them my preferences about not wearing condoms and stuff?" I stumble over the words, embarrassment flooding my body at the thought of telling complete strangers that I want them to take me bare and come inside me hard, demanding to put a baby in me.

It's one of my fantasies—to have a guy so hot for me that he wants to own every part of me and tie me to him forever with a baby. Not that I plan on getting pregnant by these strangers. I have my birth control pills I carry in my purse. I take them every day on the dot, never missing a day.

The few guys I've been with have always worn a condom, even Mark. But as part of my fantasy, I want to feel their hot cum inside me, dripping from every hole before the night is through. I also want them to come all over my body, rubbing it in my skin until every inch of me is covered.

"No need to worry about that. It only takes away from the fantasy. Your Doms for the night have all been given access to your sexual file. You won't have to do anything but obey all their commands—unless you want to be punished." She gives me a knowing wink. "Besides, you have no idea what a turn-on it is for guys to be able to take a woman raw. It does something to them—it brings out their primal side more than normal." My legs tremble in anticipation of what's to come, making my body ache with need.

"Is there a bathroom in here?" I look around the gorgeous room, tastefully decorated in all black with hints of purple, my favorite color, to contrast the darkness, wanting to make sure we can clean up between my fantasies.

"Yes. It has everything you could possibly want and need." Lillian leads me through the room, with the large king-sized bed taking up most of the space with still enough room for a sex swing, a large cabinet filled with ropes, floggers, anal plugs, lube, handcuffs, and anything else you could dream of. According to the pamphlet I was given when I first arrived tonight, some items are single-use, and others are sterilized between use.

My eyes finally land on the one thing I've thought about the most—a St. Andrew's cross. Just the thought of being restrained, standing up, spread eagle for their pleasure, sends a painful wave of lust to my clit, making it throb so intensely I have to stop and take a deep breath.

"It's pretty intense, isn't it?" Lillian pauses her steps, giving me a chance to catch my breath. "Once you receive your full membership, you'll get used to it. With your long blonde hair and curvy figure, all the guys and most of the women members will want to scene with you." When I don't respond, she continues to the bathroom, showing me all the features. "As you can see, the shower is big enough to hold up to five people at one time. The bathtub fits six."

Satisfied with showing me all the luxury of the bathroom, Lillian leads me back to the main room. "Now, the most important thing to remember is the universal safe word, "Red." As soon as you say it, playtime is done. Everyone stops what they are doing. The guys will exit the room while you freshen up and leave."

It all seems so simple, but I'm not quite ready for Lillian to leave. "Do you know anything about the men I'll be with tonight?"

"Oh, I almost forgot. All their information is here on this card, without pictures, as you requested."

"Thanks," I say as she hands me the piece of paper holding my future.

"If that's everything, I'll leave you to get ready. They'll be here in twenty minutes."

"Okay, um, thanks again for everything."

"My pleasure. Now relax and have fun." With a smile and a wave of her hand, she leaves me in the room alone, shutting the door behind her as I read over the information about my mystery men.

I begin to read the paper when I realize the guys have chosen to use nicknames, something I didn't think of when filling out my information form. I read their nicknames out loud, needing to feel their names on my lips.

"Master, Sir, Alpha." Their names roll off my tongue like I've said them a thousand times—hopefully, tonight, I will—if I'm lucky enough to act out all my fantasies.

The alarm on my phone goes off, reminding me I only have ten minutes to get ready before my Doms walk through the door. I take my phone out of my purse, silence it, and throw it back into my handbag. Next, I slip out of my dress, letting the silky material caress my already sensitive body, and hang it over a nearby chair, leaving me in only my black lace bra and panties set and three-inch silver stilettos with straps that crisscross around my ankles.

The final touches for my fantasy are a black satin blindfold and black satin elbow-length gloves. I slide each glove up an arm before deciding how I should be waiting for my Doms when they open the door when an idea hits me. I grab a small pillow off the bed and place it on the floor by the door, leaving only enough room for the door to open and for the guys to step inside—I want them to see how eager I am to please and obey them from the very start.

Pleased with my idea, I kneel on the pillow, slide the blindfold over my eyes, place my hands behind my back, and wait for my Doms like the good sub I am. I don't have to wait long when I hear the distinct click of the door opening only a few minutes later. I straighten my spine and throw my shoulders back, which pushes my breasts up and out, begging to be touched.

A small smile forms on my lips as I finally hear the voices of Master, Sir, and Alpha.

"Fuck, she's waiting for us like a good girl." One voice groans.

"Look at her pouty little mouth begging to take our cocks." A second voice adds with a groan of his own.

"Let's not be too hasty. We still need to go over our rules with our little pet." A warm, strong hand grips my chin firmly but not painfully and tilts my chin towards the ceiling. My heart races at the possessive hold. A part of me wishes I wasn't wearing the blindfold. "By the smirk on her face, she seems a little too pleased with herself. We need to remind her who is in charge and who's the naughty sub who thinks she's in control. I'm your Master. I own your body tonight. You will refer to them as Sir and Alpha—they also own every part of you tonight."

"Not my kisses, Master. No one owns them. Only I can say who kisses my lips." My words cause him to tighten his grip like he isn't happy about not being able to kiss me on the lips, so I quickly add, "I'll kiss you, Sir, and Alpha anywhere else but not the lips."

"So you'll let us shove our cocks passed those plump lips so far down your throat you'll feel us in the pit of your stomach, but you won't let our lips touch your lips." The underlying anger in Master's voice makes me hesitate. "Fine, but this displeases us. You'll have to be punished." He lets go of my chin with a gentle shove, more to insert his dominance than to hurt me, which I find oddly comforting. "Gentlemen, help her stand and remove her bra and panties—only good girls get to keep their clothes on, besides I want to see her naked ass light up like a Christmas tree when Alpha spanks her for thinking she's in charge of our playtime."

Two pairs of strong hands help me stand before one set gently unhooks my bra, releasing my aching breasts, while the other set tears my panties off with a loud ripping sound, causing me to gasp at the raw, primal act of being stripped bare in such an aggressive way.

"Such a pretty little bare pussy." A voice says against my thighs as a hand cups my smooth skin. "This pleases your Master, your Alpha, and your Sir." A finger pushes inside my throbbing core and I have to fight the urge to come, it's been so long since something other than my vibrator has been inside me. "Now be a good girl and let Sir have a taste." Sir slowly pulls his finger out, rubbing my juices all over my pussy until I'm a squirming mess.

Finally, his hot mouth is on me, licking at my folds, increasing the pressure building inside my core. Feeling dizzy from the pleasure, I throw my head back, only to have a pair of arms capture mine and lock them over my head in a firm grip as he pushes his body against my back. "Don't worry, little one, I've got you." A voice that must belong to my third Dom, Alpha, whispers in my ear as he grinds his hard cock against my bare ass. I silently curse the fact that he's still wearing his clothes.

I push my chest out silently, begging for Master to take them in his mouth so I can feel all three of them on me at once.

"Enough!" Master commands. "She's enjoying it too much. She needs to be punished before she gets pleasure."

And just like that, Alpha releases my wrists and pulls his hips away from me, leaving only my back touching his chest for support. It's a small gesture, but it means a lot to me. I was afraid of how forceful they might be with me since technically they own my body tonight—unless I say the safe word. And I don't plan on saying RED any time soon.

With one last slide of his tongue through my wetness, Sir complains, "Let's get on with the punishment because I plan to make use of every single one of her holes."

And my only thought is, Yes, Sir, may I have another?

"Come, little one," Alpha says as he takes me by the hand and leads me through the room before stopping a short distance later. I'm beginning to curse this blindfold. I want to see their faces because all I'm envisioning is Dexter, Wilder, and Jameson, which is only making me hornier by the second.

Alpha's grip tightens around my wrist as he pulls me across his lap with my ass pointing up in the air. He secures both of my wrists in his larger one as he commands, "Spread your legs wider so your Master and your Sir can see the pretty pink color of your pussy that will soon match your ass once I'm done with your punishment." I follow his command and spread my legs wide, exposing myself in a way I never have before.

"Your Alpha is going to punish you, but he won't harm you. Do you understand, Pet?"

"Yes, Master, I understand." A gush of wetness slides out of my pussy at the thought of finally getting spanked. It's something I've craved for so long.

"We might need to hurry this along. She just drenched my pants with her juices." The rumble of Alpha's laughter vibrates through me, causing my body to shiver.

"Did you just come, Pet?" The anger in Master's voice excites me, and I want to lie and tell him I came without permission, but part of what I need is honesty.

"N-no, I, um, it's been a very long time since I've been touched and never like this," I confess, thankful for the cloth covering my eyes so I don't have to see the look of disappointment on their faces when they realize I'm a fraud and not an experienced sub like I'm sure they wanted.

"What kind of sub has never been draped over her Dom's lap to receive her punishment." Alpha's voice cuts through my pity party as his large hand caresses my bare cheeks.

It's now or never. If I wanted honesty, I'd better give it to them in return. "I'm not a sub. This is my first time doing any of this."

"Violet, honey, we know. We read your file like any good Dom would do." The tenderness in Alpha's voice helps me relax until I realize he called me by my real name.

"You called me Violet." I try to sit up, but Alpha places a hand on the middle of my back, holding me in place, and I instantly miss that hand caressing my ass.

"It's the name you listed in your file. Do you not want us to use it?"

"No, Sir, I want to hear all of you say my name. But you're all okay with me having no idea what I'm doing as a sub?"

"Training a brand new sub is a gift, Violet. One we will cherish long after tonight is through." I'm shocked it's Master who speaks those kind words. Damn them. They were only supposed to help me live out my fantasies for one night—not make me fall in love with them. "Now, let's get back to the training. Alpha, please continue."

The cracking sound of skin on skin reaches my ears before I feel the sting of Alpha's hand on my right butt cheek. "Ouch!"

"Silence. This is a punishment. You will take it without complaining because only good girls get rewarded."

"Yes, Master."

Alpha continues his assault on my ass rhythmically, slapping each side. It's almost hypnotic as I try to focus on the sound and not the burning pain in my backside. When I think I can't take one more spank to my already sore skin, instead of spanking me, Alpha rubs my cheeks, causing them to burn at first before finally feeling better.

"Look at that pretty shade of pink." Sir says from somewhere behind me. "But it's missing something." The feeling of something slippery penetrates my asshole, and I clench my butt cheeks tightly. "Relax, or this will hurt when I insert the butt plug." Submitting to his command, I relax and let him push the plug into my tightest hole. He pumps it in and out a few times as if testing my hold on it before leaving it in me. "Perfect."

"Now let's take her to the cross where her Sir can spank her with a paddle."

"But Master, Alpha already punished me. Isn't it time for my pleasure?" Alpha is already sliding me off his lap and helping me stand.

"Don't you trust your Master, Sir, and Alpha?"

"Yes, Master, I trust all three of you."

"Good, because the spanking your Alpha gave you was a punishment for thinking you were in control. The spanking your Sir is going to give you is for pleasure. By the time tonight is over, you'll know the difference."

A thrill of anticipation runs through me, knowing I'm going to leave here tomorrow morning with memories of submitting to three dominant males.