The door to the bedroom opens, and I see him for the first time, one of the tallest men I have ever seen. I’ve been told he is the eldest frat brother. I signed all the paperwork for what is to come. I did not think it would be 6ft. Someone once told me that he only occasionally shares. His name is Lenny, and he stands there, taking in the scene in the bedroom as I lie with his frat brothers. I am spent after what I asked them to do to me. I lie here barely covered and totally used. Jack, Alex, and Colt sit up at once. I hear Lenny’s jaw tick.

“Enough. Cover her up,” Lenny says with controlled fury. Colt stands and moves away. The sheet slides further from my body as he does so.

“Brother, I thought you wanted us to put her in her place. She asked for everything,” Colt states coldly. He is right, I did ask for everything. The statement hangs in the air, unfiltered with unrelenting tension. I watch, and I see Lenny’s expression grow colder. Yet his eyes do not leave my body.

“I wanted to dominate her. I did not want to hear that she has been used like a bloody sex toy.” Lenny says, walking further into the room. Colt looks straight at him.

“Just how are you going to do that?” Colt asks. I see Alex and Jack sharing a look. I see the restrained anger in Lenny’s eyes; his very presence is alluring, intimidating. Where the danger becomes pure bliss, as if it were a magnificent poison. I already feel like I want a taste. Lenny flashes a stare towards Colt and the others. Alex and Jack leave the bed. Then I watch Lenny remove his shirt in one fluid motion. His torso was covered in detailed tattoos.

I bite my bottom lip; something tells me this will only end one way. The stirring in my stomach continues relentlessly. I wait with anticipation to find out exactly what will happen. I have no true idea what to expect. Lenny starts walking towards the bed. My heart is pounding in my chest, trying to break free. I have known what this was. The moment I walked through the door. I want this. Even though there is a part of me that doesn’t understand exactly what I asked for. Lenny looks at the others. They sit no questions asked.

“I am going to show her what real control looks like. Not the gang bang rubbish. Real power. Real ownership,” he says, as calmly as if ordering a meal at a restaurant. Lenny steps closer, his eyes lock on mine. A shiver just crawled up my spine. I swear I let my soul leave a little. “And you’re going to watch,” Lenny whispers.

Oh God, I think to myself, lost in his eyes. I wait. Lenny climbs on the bed, and my head rattles. Oh fuck, oh fuck. He places himself between my legs. He pushes my legs apart, and I whimper. Then he grabs my chin. “You think you know what it means to be dominated? to be owned?” eyes still fiercely glued to mine. I understand that I do not have to answer this. I feel that if I tried, I would regret it. “You let them use you like a doll. You thought that was submission.” Lenny towers over me, placing his hands on either side of my head, caging me in.

All I can think of is how good he smells, how his voice is like smooth, deep velvet on my ears. “That was you giving up. Surrendering.” I still hold his gaze, even though every instinct tells me to look away. I feel his hand hold my chin and slowly trail down towards my throat, gripping firmly. “True domination is not about breaking someone until they are useless. It is about making them crave your touch. Need your approval. Live for your commands,” his thumb presses on my pulse point. I know by the look in his eyes that he likes the fact that my heart is racing.

Lenny leans down, and his warm lips brush close to my ear. “I am going to show you exactly what it means to be truly owned by a man. By the time I am done, you will know the difference between being used and being worshipped,” he pulls away, and I see his intense eyes. I cannot bring myself to look away from the current delicious danger. I already know that it is too late to turn back now. His eyes are captivating, unyielding, and burning into mine. I watch him as he takes his time removing his belt. Deliberately slow. I hear it being dragged through every loop. My breathing quickens. I hear the frat brothers breathing just as hard as I am while they watch on intently. “Watch me.” Now I cannot tell if he is talking to me, but I know my eyes have not left him.

As he pushes his boxers down, his cock breaks free and is already at attention. He grabs himself, giving it a stroke once before resting right at my entrance. Not pushing in, he freezes. I feel the hardness and the warmth of him. I already know I want more. I am aching for it. “This is dominance, not fucking.” He states in a deep, soothing voice. Then I feel him starting to push in so incredibly slowly. So, fucking slowly. This already feels so different from what I have had before. Not rough or claiming this is pure possession, controlled, and a deliberate taking.

It brings water to my eyes. “Look at me,” he commands, his dark expression makes me whimper. The sinful glint of obsession in his eyes as his movements change. Each thrust is deep and masterfully calculated with no rush. My breathing slows. “Feel that? That is me marking your inside,” he murmurs. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I think as I feel his hand tighten on my throat while his thumb pauses on my pulse point. I know he is counting my every beat. “You took all of them. Let them ruin you,” he sinks in deeper. Impossibly deeper, “But they didn’t own you, they used you.” he pulls back slowly and then pushes back in with a different sensually subtle angle. Oh Jesus!

A moan suddenly escapes my lips, not from any pain but because he has found something in me that they did not. That I didn’t even know I had. “That sound,” he smiles proudly, “that’s mine.” I feel the air go dead in the room. The thrusts become more precise, each one hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. He is claiming every part of me.

I see his brothers have not taken their eyes away. My back arches, and I hear Lenny groan deep. That noise does something inexplicable to my mind. His hand on my throat tightens just slightly as my body betrays me again, reaching toward him and needing him. “There she is,” he whispers as my eyes meet his with a different intensity burning behind them. With a sudden thrust, he hits deeper than before. “And now you are going to realise who owns you.” his hand leaves my throat and holds my hips, pulling me down, as he pushes up. Oh, lord! I think. He hits the best angle. My moans fill the room, different from the other sounds I have made before. This is a continuous, torturous pleasure.

“Fuck.” I hear Alex in the corner. I see him adjust his trousers. At the same time, Jack is impressed by the intensity of the whole experience. Lenny continues to go exceedingly slow, each movement grinding against my most sensitive areas inside. I gasp and grip the sheets.

“Eyes. On. Me,” he says as he thrusts with every word. His thumb finds my clit, and the dual pressure causes tears to fall from my face. The beautiful, promising ache of what will come along. I feel the realisation of what true ownership means. I am overwhelmed. I know he can see it; they can all see it.

“Please, I beg you.” The words slip past my lips before I can stop them. Lenny has broken down walls that no one has ever taken the time to do. Exposing all my inner vulnerability, and there is a profound difference in this moment. His dominance drips from him, like a stone falling into water, causing ripples that never end. I can feel him cascading over my entirety. I know he is aware, as he continues his unwavering ritualistic efforts.

“Come,” Lenny demands my orgasm as if he already owns it. His thumb slowly circles like a vulture waiting for the moment I fracture. He continues to tease me at a seductively measured pace. The room fills with my undeniable desperation and desire. My body trembles beneath him. Lenny pushes me over the most pleasurable edge. I clench around him so hard; I can feel his heat throbbing. Lenny continues his pursuit; he pushes harder and kisses me, swallowing every one of my moans. “Again,” he whispers millimetres from my lips, “You’re going to come four more times, before I’m done with you.” his deep voice is a promise stealing my very soul for the inferno of Hell. I know I am about to burn.

He is a fucking man of his word. The next four orgasms are brutal, beautiful, and completely forced. Each one is more intense than the last. By the fourth, I am a sobbing mess saying his name like a plea, a prayer. As if he is the only one in the room. When he finally pulls out his cock covered in us. I am utterly satisfied as the blissful tears fall. I feel elated, alert, but vacant in bed. Lenny looks at his brothers.

“See?” his voice rough, “This is how you dominate a woman. You do not destroy her. You remake her,” he says. I see Jack, Alex, and Colt look at him with respect.

“Fuck. You revealed her,” Colt whispers.

“Worshipped,” Jack says quietly, “Like she finally knows what real power feels like.” Lenny looks down at me, wiping tears from my cheeks. His eyes were soft and his expression gentler.

“You understand now?” Lenny questions. My body is aching. It feels so blissfully broken in the right way. I look in his eyes. I am unsure that I can open my mouth to answer the question, and he stays calm and composed, with a slight smile. He understands my hesitance and speechlessness. He leans towards me and kisses my lips. “Open your mouth for me,” he requests softly. My mouth opens; he slips a finger in and then presses down on my tongue.

“Good,” it is as if now his voice is only for me. “You are learning what submission sounds like. When it is true, when it is earned.” he removes his finger, stands, picks up his shirt, and looks at his brothers. “She is not a slut, a whore,” he places his trousers back on, “She’s now my obsession.” The word rings in my ears like thunder. The brothers exchange a knowing look. I cannot tell if it is a good or bad yet. “Clean her up,” Lenny commands, and with that, he walks out of the room. Holding just as much presence as he did when he entered, if not more. Now all I can do is whisper his name as it will only belong in the dark. Oh mercy!