Chapter 5: Four-Way Feast
The sharp, possessive grip in her hair was the only anchor Sia had as Daniel dragged her across the expanse of plush carpet. The world tilted, a smear of city lights and opulent shadows. Her knees hit the soft edge of the raised platform holding the king-sized bed, and he bent her over the silk duvet, the fabric cool against her flushed cheek.
“Such a pretty fucking sight,” Daniel growled, his voice rough against her ear. His hands gripped her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding her in place. She felt the broad, blunt head of his cock press against her entrance, still slick and stretched from Marcus. He didn’t hesitate. He drove into her with a single, brutal thrust that stole her breath and drew a ragged cry from her lungs.
Before the sound could fully form, another presence filled her vision. Marcus stood before her, his cock, hard and glistening with her own wetness, was guided to her lips by Isabella’s elegant, commanding hand.
“Open up, darling,” Isabella purred, her dark eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction. “You have two ends to fill. Don’t be greedy with just one.”
Sia’s mouth opened, a helpless, willing receptacle. Marcus pushed forward, the thick head sliding over her tongue. She gagged immediately, tears springing to her eyes as he filled her throat. Daniel’s punishing rhythm from behind jolted her forward, forcing Marcus deeper.
“That’s it,” Isabella coaxed, stroking Marcus’s thigh as he fucked Sia’s face. “Take it all. You wanted to be used, didn’t you? To be more than just a pretty girl at a petrol station.”
The words, so crudely accurate, sent a fresh wave of shame and arousal crashing through Sia. She was nothing here. Just a collection of hungry holes, being filled and used by these beautiful, ruthless people. Daniel’s hips slammed against her ass, each impact a sharp, pleasurable pain. The sound of their bodies meeting was obscenely loud in the quiet room.
“Her ass is getting so red,” Isabella observed idly, as if commenting on the weather. She brought her hand down in a sharp, stinging slap on Sia’s exposed cheek.
Sia jolted, a muffled scream trapped around Marcus’s cock. The pain was a bright, sharp flare that melted instantly into a deep, throbbing heat, syncing perfectly with Daniel’s deep strokes inside her.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” Daniel grunted, his control fraying. “Squeezing me like a goddamn vise.”
“She’s close,” Isabella said, her voice a knowing whisper. She slapped Sia’s other cheek, harder this time. “Come on, little slut. Show us how much you love it.”
The dual sensations were too much. The fullness in her mouth, the brutal invasion from behind, the sharp bites of pain on her skin—it all coalesced into a supernova behind her eyes. Her body seized, convulsing around Daniel’s cock in a violent, silent orgasm that ripped through her with terrifying force. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, and a low, continuous moan vibrated in her throat around Marcus’s length.
Feeling her climax, Daniel let out a guttural roar, his own release pumping into her in hot, pulsing jets. At the same time, Marcus gripped the back of her head, holding her still as he came, the salty, bitter flood hitting the back of her throat. She had no choice but to swallow, the act a final, profound surrender.
For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths. Daniel withdrew, and Marcus pulled his softening cock from her lips. Sia collapsed forward onto the silk, spent and trembling, a sticky, used mess.
Isabella looked down at her, a faint, cool smile on her lips. She ran a perfectly manicured finger through the sweat on Sia’s back. “Excellent.”
Daniel moved away, pouring a drink from a crystal decanter on a side table. The ice clinked, a sound of mundane normalcy that felt alien in the room. Marcus sat on the edge of the bed, catching his breath, looking down at Sia with a mix of awe and satiation.
Isabella’s gaze, however, drifted from the broken girl on the bed to Marcus. Her predatory focus shifted. She walked over to him, her hips swaying, and placed a hand on his chest, pushing him back until he lay on the silk.
“My turn,” she said, her voice dropping to a intimate register meant only for him. She didn’t look at Daniel for permission. She was claiming her prize. She straddled Marcus’s hips, lowering herself onto him with a slow, deliberate sigh of pleasure, her dark eyes locking with his as she began to move, establishing a new, controlling rhythm in the ruined quiet of the room.