And Then There Were Four (Lilith Carrie)

As I took in the room, I was shocked by what I saw. At first, I hadn't understood why they had brought me down into the basement. It was supposed to have been turned into their man cave, but it was clear that while I was knocked out upstairs, they had other plans. Plans that highlighted every aspect of the kink world you could possibly think of.

Paddles, robe, chains, hooks, you name it. From furniture to more elegant features, they lined the walls and decorate the floor. It wasn't thrown together hurriedly. It seemed they had spent a lot of time taking every bit of their interest into account in creating this room. Four corners-four mates. That meant there were four different flavors of fun.

"Jesus Christ, you guys really were busy when I was asleep."

Hale and Talon shrugged their shoulders with their arms crossed over their chests as they turned their gaze to Damian, who seemed to take charge in the situation. Even James had stepped back only for me to calculate that no matter what I did, it was going to be them who decided what I would get tonight.

"Here's how this works," Damian drawled as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Every slow movement of the buttons coming undone allowed me to see a part of his ripped muscles hiding beneath too much fabric. I was practically drooling with anticipation, but as he spoke again, I glanced up, trying to pay attention. "...are you listening to me?"

"Trying, but you're being very distracting right now."

heavy sigh, he slid his shirt off and tossed it aside. "You will spend time in every

I

filling me. Each of them taking me was exactly what I wanted. I wanted to please each of them, and I wanted each of them to fill me with their cum until their balls were empty and I was dripping

went to say before James grabbed me from behind by

glad you think so, Ivy. Because

over at Damian, Talon, and Hale, they all smiled at me. "Youngest to

turned around to face James. A dark, sinister look in his eyes gleamed before his lips were against mine, and his tongue was fighting with my own. The kiss was

him-and I loved it.

towards a four-poster bed, I was pushed against the post, my left arm quickly brought up as he shackled me to a spreader bar that was hung from hooks on the post. The tightening of the restraint caused me to glance up with a racing heart. I was excited but nervous about what was in