Chapter 10: The Reward: Edging and Worship
The silence after the storm was a living thing, thick and heavy in the penthouse bedroom. Jamie’s body felt foreign to her, a vessel both emptied and impossibly full. Luca’s seed, Nico’s, the phantom stretch of Violetta’s strap—it all mingled inside her, a warm, claiming pool that made her thighs tremble when she finally tried to stand.
“Easy, baby girl.” Nico’s voice was gravel, his arms coming around her from behind, holding her upright against his solid chest. He nuzzled her damp hair. “You’re wrecked.”
“In the best way,” she breathed, letting her head fall back against his shoulder.
From the bed, Luca watched them, his blue eyes dark and unreadable. Violetta was curled at his side, tracing the lines of a tattoo on his bicep. “She took it all,” Violetta murmured, a note of professional admiration in her tone. “Every inch. Every drop.”
“She did.” Luca’s gaze never left Jamie. “And now she needs her reward.”
Jamie turned her head, confusion cutting through the blissful haze. “Reward?”
“For being so good. For accepting us. All of us.” Luca swung his legs off the bed, the muscles in his back and arms flexing. He walked to her, cupping her face. His thumb stroked her cheekbone, a gesture so at odds with the ruthless fuck he’d given her just minutes before. “We’re going to the Red Room. Nothing is expected of you there. Nothing but your pleasure.”
A shiver, this one purely anticipation, raced down her spine. The Red Room. She’d heard whispers of it, a private sanctum deeper in the penthouse, but she’d never been permitted inside.
Nico swept her into his arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. Luca led, Violetta following, her steps silent on the plush runner. They moved through a seemingly ordinary door off the main hallway, but what lay beyond was anything but.
The air changed. It was cooler, tinged with the scent of polished leather, ozone, and a faint, metallic tang. The lighting was a low, ambient amber, emanating from sconces shaped like grasping hands. The walls were draped in deep crimson velvet, absorbing sound, making every breath echo intimately.
And in the center, on a low dais, sat the machine.
It was a sleek, intimidating contraption of black leather and chrome—a Sybian. Jamie had only read about them in the clandestine articles she’d devoured during her late-night internet searches. Seeing it here, in this room of shadows and sin, made her mouth go dry.
To its side, a steel cart held an array of tools that made her pulse jump. Floggers with falls of soft suede and cruel-looking rubber. A violet wand, its electrodes gleaming. A black leather collar with a small, humming device attached. A gag, its silicone bit detailed with what looked like sharp canine impressions.
“This is for you,” Luca said, his voice echoing softly in the hushed space. He ran a possessive hand over the Sybian’s saddle. “Today, you don’t lift a finger. You don’t make a decision. You just feel.”
Nico set her down gently on her feet, but her legs were still weak. Violetta approached with a soft smile, holding a silken robe. “Let’s get you ready, darling.”
They were all so different now. The ruthless heir, the lethal enforcer, the elegant madam—their edges softened into a focused, tender cruelty. Violetta guided her arms into the robe. Nico knelt, kissing the inside of her knee. Luca stood back, orchestrating.
“On the table,” Luca instructed, his tone leaving no room for debate.
Jamie lay back against the cool leather of the Sybian, her heart hammering against her ribs. Nico produced soft leather cuffs, securing her wrists to the sturdy arms of the device. Not tight enough to hurt, but with a definitive finality. She was bound. Open.
Violetta’s hands were businesslike and gentle as she parted the robe, exposing Jamie’s body to the amber light. “We’ll start simple,” she said, selecting a thick, obsidian-black anal plug from the cart. She coated it generously with slick, cool lube. “Relax for me, Jamie. This is just to prepare you. To make sure you feel everything.”
Jamie obeyed, exhaling as the rounded tip pressed against her tight ring of muscle. It was a slow, insistent invasion, the thickest part stretching her deliciously before the narrow neck settled in place. The weight of it inside her was profound, a constant, filthy reminder.
Next was the main attachment for the Sybian itself. Nico chose one, a monstrous, veined thing that looked more like a sculpture than a sex toy. “This one,” he said, his green eyes bright. “It’s curved. It’ll kiss that sweet spot inside you all on its own.”
He slicked it, the sound obscene in the quiet room, and then guided it to her dripping entrance. Jamie gasped as the broad head pushed past her folds, still sensitive and swollen from their earlier use. It filled her utterly, a deep, complete penetration that made her back arch off the leather.
Luca connected the wires, the low hum of the machine coming to life vibrating up through the table and into her bones. He turned a dial. A gentle, rhythmic thrum began deep inside her pussy, the attachment rocking subtly against her walls, the curve nestling perfectly against her g-spot. The plug in her ass shifted with each tiny vibration.
“Oh god,” she whispered.
“Just a one,” Luca said, watching her face. “A one out of ten. This is nothing, little red. This is just to remind you it’s there.”
Then the games began.
Nico took the violet wand. He touched the electrode to his own finger, a crackling arc of purple light jumping between his skin and the metal. He brought it close to her nipple. The air itself sizzled, a static kiss that made the peak tighten into a painful, exquisite point before he even made contact.
“Please,” she begged, not knowing what she was asking for.
He touched it. A sharp, electric jolt, more sensation than pain, shot from her nipple straight to her clit. She cried out, her body straining against the cuffs.
As the sensation faded, Luca’s mouth was there, his tongue laving the stinging peak, sucking it deep into the heat of his mouth. The contrast was paralyzing. Nico moved to her other breast, repeating the process—the electric bite, followed by Luca’s soothing, hungry mouth.
They alternated for what felt like hours. The wand’s sting. The scorching pull of Luca’s lips and teeth. The unrelenting, low-grade buzz of the machine inside her, a maddening tease that kept her on a knife’s edge of need but never let her tip over. Violetta watched, her fingers occasionally stroking Jamie’s belly, her inner thighs, whispering praise.
“Look at how pretty you are. So desperate for it. You’re dripping all over their beautiful machine.”
“I can’t… I need…” Jamie’s words were slurred, lost in a sea of sensation.
“You need to come,” Nico finished for her, his voice thick. He set the wand down. “But not yet.”
He ducked his head between her legs, his tongue finding her clit where it peeked above the huge silicone attachment fucking her slowly. His tongue was flat and rough, licking broad, torturous strokes. Just as she began to rock her hips, seeking pressure, he pulled away.
Luca took over, his mouth claiming hers in a deep, possessive kiss, his hand replacing Nico’s mouth, his fingers rubbing her clit in tight, frantic circles. The buzz inside her climbed to a three. She was panting, sobbing, her orgasm coiling like a live wire in her gut.
He stopped.
Jamie screamed in frustration, a raw, broken sound.
“Shhh,” Violetta soothed, clipping the humming collar around Jamie’s throat. The vibration was a minor distraction, a bee’s buzz against her neck. “They know what they’re doing. They’re going to make it so good for you.”
The edging continued. A touch. A taste. A whispered filthy promise. The machine’s hum climbed to a five, then back to a three. The plug felt huge, the attachment relentless. Jamie was a raw nerve, every synapse firing, her world narrowed to the unbearable tension in her core. She babbled, pleads and curses falling from her lips in equal measure.
“Fuck me, please, Nico, Luca, just fuck me properly, I need it—”
“Please, God, just let me come, I’ll do anything—”
“You’re fucking monsters, please!”
Luca’s smile was a dark, beautiful thing. “Now.”
He turned the dial on the Sybian. The hum became a roar. The gentle rocking became a brutal, jackhammering pulse that slammed into her g-spot without mercy. The attachment seemed to swell, vibrating at a frequency that shook her very teeth.
Nico grabbed two Hitachi wands from the cart, flicking them to their highest setting. The furious buzz filled the room. He pressed one directly to her throbbing clit, holding it there with brutal pressure. The other he pressed against her sensitized nipple.
The invasion was total. Violent. Revolutionary.
It wasn’t an orgasm that washed over her; it was a seizure of pure, unadulterated pleasure. Her body bowed off the table, held only by the cuffs. A guttural scream tore from her throat, raw and endless. Her cunt clenched wildly around the punishing machine, juices gushing out around the attachment in a hot flood. The plug in her ass felt like it was being electrocuted, every nerve there lighting up.
She saw white. Then stars. Then nothing but a consuming, shattering release that went on and on, the machines and their relentless masters forcing wave after wave from her until she was hoarse from screaming, until her muscles gave out and she collapsed back onto the leather, boneless and destroyed.
The machines stopped. The silence was deafening.
Gentle hands released her cuffs. Nico gathered her shaking form into his lap on the floor, rocking her. Luca wiped her face with a cool cloth. Violetta pressed a glass of water to her lips.
“Breathe, Jamie. Just breathe,” Nico murmured into her hair, his own voice shaky.
She was floating, shattered and remade. The desperate, aching need was gone, replaced by a profound, humming emptiness. She looked up at Luca, who was watching her with an expression she’d never seen before—awe, stripped of all its cold calculation.
“That…” she rasped, her voice barely audible. “That was my reward?”Luca leaned down, his lips brushing her forehead. “That,” he said softly, “was just the beginning of what we’ll give you
Luca’s words hung in the scented air, a promise that felt like a threat in her spent bones. The tenderness lasted only a moment longer.
A rough chuckle escaped Nico, his arms tightening around her. “Fuck, the sounds you made.” He kissed her temple, his breath hot. “That wasn’t just for you, you know. That was for us, too.”
Luca and Violetta exchanged a glance over Jamie’s head, a silent agreement passing between them. The quiet reverence shattered, replaced by a charged, playful energy that crackled through the room.
“He’s right, little red,” Luca said, his fingers tracing the line of her jaw. His touch was no longer soothing. It was possessive, acquisitive. “Seeing you come apart on that machine… it was a beautiful fucking start. But we’re not done.”
Before Jamie could process the shift, they were moving. Nico lifted her as if she were weightless. Luca strode ahead, throwing open the door back to the main bedroom. The crimson satin of the massive bed seemed to drink the light, waiting.
“You said reward,” Jamie murmured, her body still humming, as Nico laid her on the cool sheets.
“And you’ll get it,” Violetta promised, her voice a silken thread as she retrieved supplies from a drawer. She held up coils of soft, red silk rope. “But first, we’re going to play.”
Luca leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on either side of Jamie’s head. His blue eyes were no longer soft. They were the color of a glacier, deep and impenetrable. “That session was about your pleasure. Pure and simple. This?” He smiled, a flash of white. “This might be a bit more for us. But you’ll still get your reward, dolcezza. We always take care of what’s ours.”
There was no fear, only a deep, resonant thrill that vibrated in her core. This was the bargain. This was the fire she’d discovered in herself. “Okay,” she breathed.
Nico made quick, efficient work of her ankles, tying each to a bottom post of the ornate bed with the silk rope. The binds were secure, but the material was smooth, designed not to chafe. Luca took her wrists, stretching her arms above her head and securing them to the carved headboard. She was spread open, utterly vulnerable, a feast laid out upon crimson silk.
Violetta climbed onto the bed, straddling Jamie’s hips. In her hands were two Hitachi wands, their cords trailing like vipers. “These pretty pierced nipples of yours,” Violetta cooed, her thumbs brushing the sensitive, metal-adorned peaks. “They look so lonely without some attention.”
The cold, rounded heads of the vibrators pressed against each nipple. Jamie gasped at the contact, her back arching. Violetta used thin, elastic straps to secure them in place, the powerful wands humming against her breasts at their lowest setting, a constant, maddening tease.
Then Violetta shifted, moving up Jamie’s body with predatory grace. She didn’t speak. She simply placed a knee on either side of Jamie’s head, her trimmed, glistening pussy hovering just above Jamie’s mouth. The musky, intimate scent filled Jamie’s senses.
“Be a good girl,” Violetta instructed, her voice dropping to a husky command. “Make me come, pet.”
She lowered herself. Jamie’s world narrowed to the taste of skin and salt and arousal. Her tongue found Violetta’s clit instinctively, licking a slow, experimental stripe. Above her, Violetta moaned, a rich, dark sound.
“That’s it. Just like that.”
At the same moment, Luca and Nico moved to the foot of the bed. Jamie’s vision was blocked by Violetta’s thighs, by the curve of her ass. She could only feel.
Luca’s fingers, slick with lube, probed at her ass, still loose and sensitive from the plug. He didn’t push in. He teased the furled muscle, making her jerk against her bonds. Nico’s hands parted her swollen labia, his thumb rubbing her clit in time with her tongue’s movements on Violetta.
“Think she can handle two at once?” Nico asked, his voice casual, conversational.
“Let’s find out,” Luca replied.
Jamie felt the blunt, cool tip of a toy—thick, but not monstrous—press against her ass. It wasn’t the electric one yet. This was silicone, ribbed. Luca pushed it into her slowly, the ridges stretching her with a delicious, burning fullness. She moaned into Violetta’s cunt, the vibration making Violetta shudder.
Simultaneously, Nico guided another toy into her pussy. This one was curved, bumpy, a completely different texture. It filled the space the Sybian had vacated, rubbing against walls already hyper-sensitive. They worked them in and out in a disjointed rhythm, fucking her with the objects as she ate Violetta’s pussy.
The vibrators on her nipples were turned up. The buzz became a deep, insistent roar, the sensation shooting directly to her clit and her core. Pleasure was a web, every strand pulled taut. She was licking, sucking, trying to breathe through her nose as Violetta began to grind down against her mouth, fucking her face in earnest.
Jamie screamed, the sound muffled by Violetta’s flesh. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. Her body was a live wire, every nerve ending screaming.
“Switch,” Luca ordered, his voice tight.
The toys were pulled from her with a wet, slick sound. For a second, she was empty, aching. Then she felt the new intrusion. Cold, hard plastic. Unyielding.
Luca shoved the electric dildo into her ass. The stretch was sudden, intense. She felt the seam of it, the unnatural shape. Nico pressed another against her dripping entrance, and pushed the electric dildo deep into her pussy. The dual fullness was shocking, invasive.
“You look so full, baby girl,” Nico growled, his hand smoothing over her trembling belly.
“Let’s see how full you can get,” Luca said.
They turned the dials. The hum that started inside her was different from the vibrators. It was a deep, internal current, a direct line of electricity to her most intimate nerves. They turned them to the max setting.
The effect was instantaneous and catastrophic.
Raw voltage seemed to arc from her ass to her cunt, setting her entire pelvis on fire. It wasn't just vibration; it was a relentless, buzzing invasion that scrambled her thoughts. Her body convulsed against the ropes, a violent, uncoordinated thrash.
The orgasm tore through her with no preamble, a seizing, electric shock of pure sensation. She screamed into Violetta’s pussy, her tongue still working, as her own cunt clenched and spasmed around the hard plastic. A gush of fluid, more than she thought possible, soaked the sheets beneath her, squirting out around the toy with the force of her convulsions.
It didn’t stop. The current kept flowing, milking a second peak from her before the first had even faded. Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. She was babbling, begging, her words distorted.
“F-fuck! Please! Don’t stop—it’s too much—more—I need—oh god, what are you doing to me?!”
Violetta’s climax hit, a pulsing rush against Jamie’s mouth, accompanied by a sharp, beautiful cry. She rode Jamie’s face through it, then collapsed to the side, panting.
Luca and Nico watched, their faces etched with a mixture of lust and dark admiration. They slowly turned the dials down, then off, withdrawing the electric dildos. Jamie’s body continued to twitch, aftershocks wracking her frame. She was drenched, wrecked, sobbing openly.
Nico laughed, a breathless, joyous sound. He wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. “Look at you. Our little come toy. Absolutely ruined.”
Luca smirked, untying her wrist with deliberate slowness. “And so beautifully messy.”
Violetta curled against Jamie’s side, kissing her shoulder. “You did so good, pet. So good.”
Jamie could only shudder, her mind blank, her body a vessel utterly used and profoundly cherished. The laughter around her wasn't cruel. It was intimate, celebratory. It was the sound of her own destruction, and it felt, in the deepest part of her she’d only just discovered, like coming home.