He shudders and fills my mouth with his seed before stumbling back a single step and crashing to his knees on the floor. He winces at the pain in his knees, but that doesn’t do a damn thing to take the lustful satisfaction and wonder out of his eyes. He’s too used to pain, too used to being held and coddled and kept by it. It’s just a part of him, a part of all of us, and it has become the ties that bind.

“Shit,” Cal murmurs, his breathing ragged, his blue eyes locked with mine as Aaron powers into me, joining his thrusts with Victor’s. When Aaron finally comes, it’s with a ragged cry and then a sharp bite on the side of my throat that has me buckling and struggling against another climax. I’m not sure how many I can take; my body already feels like it’s falling apart. Yet … I’m still not done.

I finished my list.

I have my boys.

I want more.

Royalty loves to feast, right?

Aaron collapses, lying beside Oscar with his head pillowed on his hands, panting, watching. That’s when Oscar finishes, shuddering and squeezing my fist against his inked length, spilling his cum against my skin in hot, white ropes. As he’s doing that, Hael moves around behind me, and I can tell by the way Victor is looking up and past me that he’s staring at his friend.

Coming full circle from that night when Vic kicked Hael out of the room and off of me, Hael takes his cock and presses it, not against my ass, but against my already stretched pussy.

“I don’t know if I can …” I start, but I don’t use our safe word. I don’t want to. This is what I want.

Hael pushes inside of me, slow and wicked and with purposeful intent, joining Victor’s cock inside my silken pussy. It’s almost too much, almost painful, and for the briefest of moments, I consider actually saying it, calling out mare’s nest and putting a stop to this.

Then Hael begins to move in time with Vic and nothing has ever felt so perfect or so inevitable, and I can’t even remember that there’s supposed to be a place where one of them ends and I begin.

Hael comes first, reaching around me to knead and massage my breasts, teasing the almost painfully hardened peaks of my nipples. He does all of that while he pumps his seed into me, and then he, too, is gone and it’s just me and Victor, surrounded by spent boys and candlelight.

We fuck and fuck and fuck until we’re both soaked in sweat and I’m quite sure that if I spend another goddamn second looking into his ebon eyes, I’m going to die.

Look at me, his domineering gaze commands. Look at me and watch, the smirking shape of his mouth says.

Victor slows the rolling of my hips just before I climax again.

“Oscar, get the ropes,” he commands, and my entire body flushes ice-cold before turning into an ardent, flaming nightmare of need. They brought ropes. They knew. Somehow, they knew what I was going to need tonight.

Nothing in half-measures, right?

Oscar Montauk does as he’s told, collecting the bloodred rope we used on Cal, and then Victor is sitting up and Hael is lifting me off of his boss’ dick.

Hael holds me against him, my back to his front, while Oscar pushes his fogged and smudged glasses up his nose with an inked finger and then proceeds to sweep that silky rope around me. He ties my right wrist to Callum’s wrists, binding them together with careful knots. On the other side, he does the same with Aaron, connecting my left wrist to my former ex’s. With my ankles, he does the same. My right ankle is bound to Callum’s while my left is bound to Aaron’s.

And then, Oscar truly shows us all what he can do with his art, wrapping my body up in a firm but gentle caress of ties and knots, highlighting my breasts by braiding around them and making them swell and ache. He does the same with the plump pinkness of my cunt, creating a V-shape around it with a large knot that teases my clit, and two trailing pieces of rope that frame either side of my opening. They come together over the sweet soreness of my ass, rubbing me in just the right way when I wiggle in Hael’s arms.

Oscar even ties me and Hael together, binding my torso to his. I can see now why the phrase the devil finds work for idle hands exists. The devil has found his work here, in Oscar’s beautiful rope.

“Hell is empty, and all the devils are here,” he murmurs, as if he can read my mind.

Once he’s finished, I’m bound and immobile, tied to Hael, to Callum, to Aaron. My legs are spread wide, my cunt highlighted and plumped up by rope while my breasts strain beneath tight loops and knots. My breathing is heavy, my lids drooping, my mouth parted.

“Excellent.” Victor stands over me, looking down at Oscar’s handiwork, his obsidian eyes sparkling as he takes in the sight. “Now, fuck her.”

And so, Oscar does. As he enters me with a deep groan, Victor takes the last bit of rope and, with a surprising level of skill of his own, ties me and Oscar together loosely enough that he can still thrust but that he can’t escape.

Not unless Vic chooses to untie us.

Oscar’s mouth finds first my right breast and then my left, sucking on my nipples and using that bitingly caustic mouth of his to tease and flirt and lick. He bites me, too, leaving marks all over my pale skin and the demon wing tattoos on my chest. His tongue traces the fluted hollow of my collarbone as his body rubs my clit and drives into my cunt all at the same time.

Yet another orgasm hits me, one that’s so powerful and violent that I’m sure I’m going to pass out and wake up to find that this is all a dream. How could it be real, with the old house creaking around us and the flames of the candles sputtering and dancing? How could it be real when Oscar finishes inside of me and then collapses on top of me while the other three boys watch, bound and helpless?

For quite some time, we stay exactly where we are. Even with the ropes on my body and my legs spread wide, muscles quivering at the strain, I actually start to fall into an endorphin-infused sleep, sated and heavy and happy.

I must actually do it, conk out for a minute, because when I blink to, Oscar is being untied and allowed to move aside, and then Victor is mounting me. He plows me into the floor while Oscar takes over the task of teasing and suckling on my swollen nipples, sliding his fingers over my aching clit before dipping one inside of me alongside Vic’s cock, not caring that he’s simultaneously teasing his boss as he pleasures me.

That last orgasm, the one that lines up so perfectly with Vic’s roar of satisfaction as he conquers and destroys all six of us, is mind-numbing. There is no more room for doubt or pain or wonder, I exist only for this moment and no matter what suffering I had to endure to get here, it was worth it.

It was so fucking worth it.

Victor finishes in me with a few, violent thrusts, spilling his hot seed into my womb as Oscar sits up and swipes at his mouth.

And then Vic looks down at me and our gazes clash and the room is drowning with heat and desire and dark magic.

“I love you,” is what he says, and I’m not entirely sure if the words are for me and me alone. Victor slides out of me with a groan and then moves to sit back in our circle of blankets and pillows and takeout. He lifts the lid on the top of the chocolate cake and then stabs a fork directly into the middle of it.

“Jesus,” Hael breathes from behind me as Oscar works quickly to untie us, using that magic of his so that the ropes seem to simply … slough off. With another groan, I crawl forward and slump into the blankets, leaning back on one hand and then letting my head fall back, too.