Emma woke up late the next morning in Megan’s luxurious guest room, sunlight spilling across the white duvet and warming her bare skin. For a moment she just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, trying to understand why her whole body felt heavy, slow, deliciously used.

Then it hit her.

Last night.

Megan had actually set her up with her own fiancé. And Dominic. The memory sent a sharp shiver down her spine.

Her muscles ached in a way she had never felt before, her thighs tender, her hips sore, and both of her holes throbbing with the unmistakable reminder of how rough the men had been with her. Every shift of her legs made her swallow a soft, involuntary sound. They’d taken her so thoroughly that even the sheets brushing her skin made her think of them again, their hands pinning her down, their voices telling her to take it.

God… she loved it.

She had fallen asleep naked, too exhausted to do anything else after Megan and Kalyna made Alex and Dominic take her into the shower and made them clean Emma off with their hands and mouths.

Emma squeezed her eyes shut as the flashes came harder, hotter.

Alex shoving his cock down her throat until her eyes watered and her mascara ran.

Dominic’s big hand was gripping her waist as he slammed into her from behind, each thrust jarring her forward.

And then—both of them inside her, stretching her, owning her, pushing her right to the edge of breaking. Their voices, their weight, the pressure, the heat—

She felt the phantom spill of their cum again, dripping from both of her holes as they held her open and watched it leak out of her. Megan’s pleased, wicked laugh echoing somewhere behind them. Kalyna praising her like a proud older sister, telling her she took it so well.

Emma’s breath caught. Her body pulsed with memory.

She hadn’t expected any of this.

Not the way Alex looked at her like she was something he’d waited years to ruin.

Not the way Dominic had growled her name into her neck.

Not the way Megan and Kalyna had watched her with pride, almost tenderness, as if they’d known exactly what Emma needed before she’d ever admitted it aloud.

And now all she could think about was that she wanted more.

Emma padded across the soft rug, her body still humming as she stepped in front of the full-length mirror mounted on the guest room wall. Morning sun poured through the sheer curtains, painting her skin in warm gold.

For a long moment, she just stared.

She looked like she’d been fucked senseless—because she had.

Her hair was a wild, tangled halo around her shoulders, her lips still a little swollen from Alex shoving himself down her throat. Her breasts rose and fell slowly with her breath, and she blinked when she noticed the faint crescent of teeth around her left nipple—Alex’s. Possessive. Hungry.

Lower, her hips were marked with smudged, shadowy fingerprints. Dominic’s hands gripping her hard while he drove into her from behind, her skin still remembering the shape of him.

Instead of embarrassment, there was a glow spreading through her chest.

She looked… beautiful. Ruined. Alive.

And she wanted more.

Voices drifted faintly from downstairs. Her heart jumped. She grabbed the nearest clothes from her suitcase, though the thought made her laugh under her breath. After how they’d seen her last night? After watching her dripping open and undone? Clothing was almost symbolic at this point.

She slipped into tiny gray booty shorts loose enough that every step brushed her still-sensitive skin. No panties. The thought of anything tight made her wince and shiver at once. Then she tugged on a white tank top that had no business being classified as a shirt. Practically sheer. Definitely not bra-friendly.

Perfect.

She took a steadying breath and walked downstairs.

The kitchen was bright, the smell of coffee filling the space. Megan sat on the counter in tiny shorts, swinging her legs. Kalyna leaned back against the island, scrolling through her phone. Alex stood shirtless at the stove, cooking something, muscles flexing under warm light.

All three turned when they heard her steps.

Megan’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my god, Emma.”

Kalyna let out a low, appreciative whistle. “Someone’s glowing. Look at you.”

Alex turned fully, eyes dragging slowly down Emma’s body in a way that made her knees soften. “Morning,” he said, voice warm, teasing, knowing. “You look… relaxed.”

Megan grinned wickedly. “Relaxed? She looks like she just wandered out of a sex dream. And girl—” she pointed at Emma’s outfit, “—that is not clothing. That is a suggestion.”

Emma felt her cheeks heat, but she couldn’t stop smiling. “It was the only thing that didn’t hurt to put on.”

Kalyna smirked. “Yeah, because we wrecked you. Properly.” She nodded toward Emma’s hips. “Bet those handprints are still there.”

Emma swallowed, her thighs unconsciously pressing together. “They… are.”

Alex let out a slow exhale, his gaze darkening at the edges. “You wore that downstairs on purpose.”

Emma shrugged, playful and shy at once. “It’s comfortable.”

Megan hopped off the counter, walked over, and lifted the hem of Emma’s thin tank top with a fingertip. “Sweetheart, we can see your nipples through this.”

Emma shot her a look. “You’ve seen worse.”

Megan laughed. “Yes. Yes, we have.” Her smile softened, warm and proud. “But damn, you look good.”

Kalyna added, “And satisfied. Like someone who slept the sleep of a woman who got thoroughly double-stuffed.”

Emma buried her face in her hands for half a second, groaning, but she was laughing too. “You two are impossible.”

Alex slid a plate onto the counter. “Breakfast?” he asked, eyes glinting. “You’re gonna need the energy.”

Emma’s stomach fluttered.

She absolutely was.

Emma slid into a chair at the kitchen island, the cool wood brushing the back of her bare thighs. Kalyna pushed a mug of coffee toward her with a little flourish.

“Drink,” she said in her sultry Ukrainian accent. “You need to replenish fluids after… everything.” Her grin was wicked.

Emma flushed again, but the warmth in her chest made it impossible to hide her smile. “Everything is one word for it.”

Megan plopped down beside her, stealing a piece of toast from Alex’s plate. “No, babe, everything doesn’t even begin to cover what happened last night.” She leaned her shoulder into Emma’s. “You were incredible.”

Emma tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. “I was… terrified for the first thirty seconds.”

Kalyna laughed softly. “Thirty seconds is generous.”

Alex turned from the stove, setting down a second plate. “You held your own,” he said, voice warm and proud. “And you were beautiful.”

Emma’s breath caught. Alex was effortlessly charming even when he wasn’t trying. Soft but strong, gentle but filthy. And the fact that he was Megan’s fiancé only made the confidence between the two women feel even more magnetic.

Megan stole a bite from Emma’s fruit bowl. “We didn’t push you too far, did we?”

Emma shook her head quickly. “God, no. I mean… I’m sore everywhere.”

She shifted in her seat, an involuntary little sound coming from her throat.

“Okay, really everywhere. But it was exactly what I needed.”

Kalyna pressed her hand to her heart and pretended to wipe a fake tear. “Finally, Emma admits it.” She leaned forward on her elbows. “You needed to be fucked. Not treated like delicate flower.” She lifted her mug. “You needed release.”

Emma laughed into her coffee. “You’re not wrong.”

Megan smirked. “Tell us. Tell us what part stuck with you the most.”

Emma stared into her mug for a long moment, warmth creeping up her neck. “Honestly?” she said softly. “All of it. Being touched like that again… used like that again… it brought me back to myself.”

Kalyna nodded like that was the correct answer. “Good. Because you looked like new woman when you screamed last night.”

“Kal!” Megan swatted her arm, nearly choking on her own laugh. “Don’t embarrass her—”

Emma lifted a hand. “No, it’s okay. It’s true.”

Alex sat across from them, leaning back in his chair, watching with slow-burning amusement. “She did scream,” he admitted, voice low. “Loud.”

Emma kicked at him under the table. He just smiled.

“And,” Megan continued, eyes narrowing playfully, “you looked real satisfied watching Kal and I take our turn with the boys afterward.”

Emma groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “You’re going to tease me forever, aren’t you?”

Kalyna snorted. “Yes.”

Megan nodded firmly. “Correct.”

Alex shrugged. “They tease because they love you.”

Emma lifted her head slowly, cheeks bright pink, but her eyes sparkled with something deeper, something hungry.

“All of that…” she said quietly, fingers tracing her coffee cup, “I don’t want it to be a one-time thing.”

Megan’s brows rose.

Kalyna’s smile sharpened.

Alex’s eyes darkened.

Emma let out the breath she’d been holding.

“I want more.”

Megan and Kalyna exchanged a quick, electric look. One of those wordless, sparkling glances only women who shared far too many secrets could communicate with. Emma immediately felt a flutter in her stomach. Whatever they were plotting, it was already bigger than she could imagine.

Across the island, Alex’s brows lifted in interest, the corner of his mouth curving slowly as he sipped his coffee. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes absolutely said oh, this is going to be fun.

Megan turned in her seat, crossing one long leg over the other, her confidence radiating like a sunbeam.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said, voice smooth as cream, “you have no idea how happy it makes us to hear that.”

Kalyna leaned forward, chin propped on her hand, her accent wrapping around her words like velvet.

“We know exactly how to give you what you want, kotik,” she purred.

Emma swallowed. “You… do?”

“Mm-hmm.” Megan tapped Emma’s bare knee with one perfectly manicured finger. “But first—today is all about us girls.”

Kalyna nodded decisively. “A proper morning. Shopping. Something sexy for you to wear tonight.” She wiggled her brows. “Very sexy.”

Megan picked up her coffee cup, clinking it softly against Emma’s. “Then we’re getting our nails done. Brows. Hair if you want.”

Kalyna’s smile turned downright wicked. “And then Megan and I will have a surprise waiting for you tonight. A surprise you will remember forever.”

Emma felt heat pool low in her belly. A mixture of excitement, nerves, and anticipation swirling in delicious chaos.

“What kind of surprise?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Megan just grinned and kissed her cheek.

“The kind you’ve been missing.”

Kalyna winked. “And the kind you’ll beg for again.”

Alex chuckled under his breath, shaking his head fondly as the three women stood.

“God help whoever the surprise is for,” he murmured.

Megan smirked back at him.

“Oh, don’t worry, babe. She’ll be very… well taken care of.”

The girls were out the door within the hour—sunglasses on, iced coffees in hand, strutting into the warm, bright Seattle morning like trouble in designer shoes. Megan led the way, Kalyna flanking Emma on the other side, the two of them already whispering and plotting like sisters of chaos.

Their first stop: an upscale boutique with floor-to-ceiling windows and soft blush lighting that made every piece inside look like it belonged on a goddess.

“Okay,” Megan announced, tossing her hair as she pushed the door open. “We’re finding you something that says I’m ready to be ruined again.”

Emma nearly choked on her straw. “Megan!”

Kalyna laughed, looping an arm around her waist. “Do not act shy after last night, kotik. You took two men like a champion.”

Emma turned scarlet. “I—well—”

“Exactly,” Megan said, already reaching for a rack of lingerie. “So we dress the champion.”

She pulled out a bright pink set—floral lace so thin it was practically a suggestion. The bra had delicate embroidered flowers that swept over the cups, sheer enough to see through. The matching thong was nothing more than two wisps of lace and a whisper of fabric. And the garter belt? Dainty little straps designed to make a man lose his mind.

Kalyna held it up to Emma’s body, her grin feral.

“Oh, you will look delicious in this. Absolutely edible.”

Emma stared at the set, swallowing. “Guys… it barely covers anything.”

“That’s the point,” Megan said, smirking. “You wear it when you want to be unwrapped.”

“And devoured,” Kalyna added.

Emma could feel her pulse in every inch of her skin.

Megan slung an arm around her shoulders. “Go try it on. Trust me.”

In the fitting room, Emma stepped into the set—and gasped. It hugged her body like it was made for her. When she stepped out, Megan and Kalyna literally froze.

Kalyna blinked. “Jesus. You look like a pornographic cupcake.”

Megan placed a hand dramatically on her heart. “My god. Alex and Dominic are going to fall to their knees.”

Emma covered her face, giggling helplessly. “Stop!”

“Nope,” Kalyna said. “Turn.”

Emma turned, cheeks pink, the thong showing off every curve of her ass. Kalyna let out a low whistle. “Perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

“And we’re not done,” Megan said, already darting to another rack. “She needs a dress to go over it.”

A few minutes later, she returned holding a vibrant pink dress with thin straps and a slit that would give the briefest flash of thigh.

“This,” she declared, “is the outfit for tonight.”

Kalyna nodded. “Sexy, but still sweet. Like she wants to be kissed…” She leaned in, voice dropping. “And then broken open.”

“Megan,” Emma whispered, blushing so hard she felt feverish, “I can’t let you buy all this.”

“Oh sweetheart,” Megan said, waving a hand, “this is my treat. Consider it a thank-you for letting us drag you into our chaos.”

“Plus,” Kalyna added, “you will repay us. One way or another.”

Emma shivered at the promise in her tone.

Megan hooked a finger under her chin. “Tonight is about giving you exactly what you crave, even if you’re still too shy to say it.”

Kalyna whispered, “We’ll make you say it.”

Emma’s breath hitched.

And just like that, bags in hand, hips swaying, and pink lace hidden beneath everything, the girls walked out of the boutique ready for the kind of night Emma would never forget.

The martinis hit just right. Easy laughter, flushed cheeks, that warm pulsing confidence only three gorgeous women in sync can radiate. By the time they stepped back into Megan’s penthouse, heels clicking across polished floors, they were a force of nature.

Alex looked up from the couch, a book in one hand, glasses low on his nose. His relaxed posture didn’t match the slow, appreciative drag of his eyes over the trio.

Megan sauntered forward, leaning down to kiss him lightly. “Good. You’re ready.”

“For what exactly?” he asked, closing his book.

She smirked. “I’ve made plans for all of us. Anastasia is hosting tonight. And it’s going to be a night to remember.”

Alex arched a brow. He knew that tone. It meant trouble. In the sexiest possible way.

Kalyna tossed her hair over her shoulder. “Only the best for our girl,” she chimed in, winking at Emma.

Upstairs, the energy shifted. Music played low, smooth and sultry as the three of them spread out across Megan’s massive walk-in closet and vanity area. Cosmetics, curls, perfume, luxurious fabrics—chaos and art.

Megan looked sleek, commanding, impossibly gorgeous. She chose a black satin dress that hugged her curves like liquid sin, the neckline deep enough to make Alex forget his own name. Her hair curled in loose waves down her back, lips painted a tempting red.

Kalyna, a walking temptation in champagne silk. Her dress draped off one shoulder, slit high enough to show where her thigh met hip. Her dark hair fell in glossy waves, and her eyes, bright and bold, radiated mischief. Everything about her screamed effortless, expensive, dangerous beauty.

And then—

Emma.

The star of the night.

She stepped out of the bathroom, the pink dress Megan bought molded to her body like it had been sewn on her skin. The color popped against her creamy complexion, making her look heated, alive. The fabric hugged her narrow waist, her hips, her full breasts, each curve showcased without apology.

Beneath it, the bright pink floral lingerie set, thin and wicked, nearly nonexistent, brushing against her skin every time she moved. The garter straps sat high on her thighs, hidden by the dress but giving her a secret thrill.

Her hair, fiery red and thick, had been curled into soft waves that cascaded over her shoulders. Her makeup was sultry but not heavy—just enough to bring out the full curve of her lips and the striking green of her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror, breath catching.

“Holy shit,” she whispered.

Megan came behind her, meeting her eyes in the reflection.

“You’re perfect,” she said, smoothing a hand over Emma’s hip.

Kalyna strutted over in her heels and pinched Emma’s ass lightly. “Men will cry tonight.”

Emma blushed, feeling heat coil low in her stomach.

“I—I feel kind of exposed.”

“You’re supposed to,” Megan said with a slow, wicked smile. “Tonight is about you. And Anastasia will appreciate a pretty gift.”

Emma swallowed. “What’s… Anastasia like?”

Kalyna smirked. “You’ll see.”

Megan tapped Emma’s chin playfully. “Just know she’s a woman who knows what she wants. And tonight? She wants you.”

Emma’s knees nearly buckled.

“Okay,” Megan said, grabbing her clutch. “Let’s go, ladies. Our car is here.”

Three women—dangerous, irresistible, and glowing—stepped out to meet their night.

The sleek black car rolled up the long driveway of the Washington lake mansion, its polished surface reflecting the golden sunset over the water. The driver opened the door, and Megan, Kalyna, and Emma stepped out, their heels clicking against the stone as they took in the sprawling estate. The scent of fresh pine mixed with the crisp lake air, and the soft lapping of waves promised a perfect evening.

A petite figure emerged from the grand entrance, and Emma immediately froze. Anastasia was breathtaking—tiny but packed with curves in all the right places. Her long blonde hair shimmered in the fading light, her dark eyes framed by dramatic lashes, and her skin glowed like porcelain kissed by sun. Her fitted, dark emerald dress hugged every contour of her toned body, and Emma could feel her stomach flutter.

“Welcome, darlings!” Anastasia’s accent carried a lilting melody, unmistakably Ukrainian like Kalyna’s, her voice both playful and commanding. She swept forward, giving each of them a quick, elegant hug. “I’m so glad you could come. Alex is already inside with my husband, Artem. Champagne is waiting!”

The girls followed her through the massive front hall, their gowns flowing behind them, until they reached the living area. There, Alex lounged casually, his sharp eyes lighting up when he saw Megan, and his grin spreading when he noticed Emma. Artem, tall and confident, stood nearby, swirling his glass, his presence calm but commanding.

Megan introduced the girls. “Emma, this is Anastasia and Artem. Anastasia, this is my best friend Emma, and of course you know Kalyna and me.”

Anastasia’s eyes danced over Emma, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “I’ve heard stories… you must be quite the little firecracker,” she said, popping the cork on the champagne. Bubbles spilled into the flutes with a soft hiss.

Kalyna nudged Emma with a grin. “Be ready, girl. This is going to be fun.”

The group clinked their glasses, the light from the grand chandelier bouncing off the crystal as laughter and conversation filled the room. Emma felt a shiver of anticipation run down her spine—this night promised to be unforgettable.

The energy was intoxicating: Megan’s confidence, Kalyna’s mischief, Anastasia’s undeniable allure, and the quiet, potent power of the men. Every glance, every sip of champagne, was a prelude to what was coming. Emma could barely contain herself, the satin against her skin suddenly feeling too tight, her heartbeat quickening with every passing second.

The group descended the sweeping grand staircase, the soft clack of their heels echoing against the marble as the downstairs space unfolded before them. It was enormous—half bar, half lounge, floor-to-ceiling windows framing the glittering lake beyond.

Low, sultry lighting accented the sleek modern furniture, casting shadows over the scattered groups of elegantly dressed—and sometimes not dressed at all—guests.

Emma’s jaw dropped. A woman strutted past, completely nude except for a pair of impossibly high designer heels. Her skin glowed under the warm lights, and her confidence radiated as she moved like she owned the room.

Emma’s eyes darted across the space: Black, white, Asian, Latino—every type of body, every shade, mingling with the same unspoken understanding. Some wore silky gowns cut scandalously, others nothing but jewelry and heels.

Megan leaned in, brushing a hand against Emma’s arm. “Welcome to the real fun,” she murmured, her eyes gleaming. “Anastasia and Artem throw these private, high-end parties for people who don’t just want to look good—they want to play hard.”

Kalyna gave Emma a knowing smirk. “And this, baby, is just the tip of the iceberg.” She nodded toward a corner where two women were kneeling before a massive black cock, taking turns while a small group watched, sipping champagne and laughing softly at the scene. “Everything here is consensual, elegant, and… very, very erotic. People come to see, to be seen, and to get off in style.”

Emma felt heat rising to her cheeks. Her heart raced as she took in the scene—the mix of elegance, decadence, and raw sexuality making her pulse pound. She glanced at Megan and Kalyna, both radiating confidence, and knew they were about to show her a side of herself she hadn’t fully explored yet.

Megan winked at her. “Relax, babe. Just watch. Learn. Tonight is all about pleasure—yours, ours, everyone’s.”

Kalyna’s hand found hers, squeezing lightly. “And trust me, Emma, you’re going to want more than just watching.”

Emma swallowed hard, her nerves mingling with a sharp, delicious anticipation. She had seen nothing like this before, and the combination of beauty, power, and pure eroticism made her ache for what was coming next.

Megan and Kalyna led Emma through the room, a slow, deliberate sweep so she could take in the full spectacle. Bodies pressed and moved in the glow of the chandeliers, champagne in hand, skin glistening with sweat, lace, leather, and bare flesh everywhere. Men and women paired off, threesomes forming naturally, some solo performers showing off, others watching and teasing.

But Emma couldn’t tear her eyes from the corner. The massive Black cock, still slick and gleaming, was being expertly worked over by the two gorgeous Latina women. The curvy one leaned back as the man exploded, letting every drop coat her face as the smaller girl stroked and sucked him clean, her tongue tracing every ridge. The sight was intoxicating, the sounds—moans, gasps, wet slaps—filling her senses.

Her own body throbbed in response. The thin lace of her bright pink thong clung to her, already damp from anticipation, her nipples brushing against the barely-there fabric of her bra. She felt exposed, fragile, and achingly ready. Megan and Kalyna flanked her, hands occasionally brushing her waist or gripping her arm, keeping her grounded while stoking the fire inside her.

“See that, Emma?” Megan murmured, her lips close to her ear, voice playful and commanding. “That’s what it looks like to give yourself completely… no shame, no holding back.”

Kalyna’s accent was thick and teasing. “You like watching, yes? Imagine being part of it… feel every inch, every stroke, every drop.”

Emma’s cheeks burned, her thighs pressing together, every nerve ending alight as she continued to watch. She wanted it. Needed it. The corner, the huge cock, the expert hands—her imagination raced, her body already betraying her with shivers of need.

Anastasia, the petite blonde with impossibly sharp features, approached the trio with that effortless, commanding presence. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief. “Ladies, we have the room ready for the guest of honor,” she said, her accent lilting and playful.

Megan and Kalyna exchanged a knowing glance before looking at Emma.

Emma blinked, surprised. “The… the room?” she asked, uncertainty and excitement mingling in her voice.

Megan’s lips curved into a teasing smile. “Yes, babe. It’s yours, if you want it,” she purred, her hand brushing lightly over Emma’s hip.

Kalyna’s grin was wicked. “Every detail prepared for you, Emma. You’ve earned it.”

Emma felt her chest tighten with a rush of heat. Her body hummed with anticipation, her mind spinning from the sights, the sounds, the lingering ache between her legs. She glanced between Megan and Kalyna, then back at Anastasia, and her breath caught.

“Yes,” she whispered, voice low and trembling. “I… I want it.”

Megan’s hand found hers, squeezing reassuringly. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Now let’s show you exactly what this night can be.”

Kalyna looped an arm through Emma’s, her grip firm but playful. “Come on, baby. Your room awaits… and so does everything you’ve been dreaming about.”

With that, the three women led Emma through the mansion, the buzz of the party fading behind them as they approached a private, lavishly prepared room. Emma’s heart raced, every nerve alive, fully aware that the night was about to take her even further than she had imagined.

The hallway dimmed as they walked deeper into the private wing of Anastasia’s mansion, the carpet thick and silent beneath their heels. Emma’s heart pounded harder with every step. Megan and Kalyna flanked her like beautiful, dangerous angels—one dark and sleek, one bright and glittering.

Anastasia opened a pair of double doors with a gracious sweep of her hand.

“Your room,” she murmured with a knowing smile.

The space was enormous.

Soft amber sconces glowed along the walls, leaving the corners shadowed. A massive, low bed stood in the center, dressed in pale silk that shimmered in the light. Plush couches curved around the edges of the room like an audience, the entire space designed for indulgence, for spectacle, for surrender.

Kalyna’s fingers brushed Emma’s back. “Come, malyshka,” she whispered. “Let us see you.”

Megan stepped behind Emma and slid the zipper of her pink dress down in one slow, deliberate motion. The fabric slipped from Emma’s body and pooled at her feet.

The lingerie underneath glowed against her skin.

Soft pink florals, thin embroidered lace, a bra that framed her curves perfectly, matching thong that left almost nothing to the imagination, delicate garter straps hugging her thighs. The set made her look like a fantasy made tangible—blush-colored, breathless, and trembling.

Megan exhaled softly. “God, Emma. Look at you.”

Kalyna circled around her, eyes sweeping her from head to toe. “You look like temptation,” she said in her lilting accent. “No wonder men lose their minds.”

Emma swallowed hard, feeling the heat rise up her chest.

Megan guided her forward. “Sit, baby.”

A single chair stood at the edge of the bed—sturdy, elegant, intentionally placed.

Emma eased into it, her pulse throbbing in her throat.

Kalyna lifted a soft silk blindfold from the bedside, letting it dangle from her fingers. “You trust us, yes?”

Emma nodded.

Megan brushed Emma’s cheek with her knuckles, her voice warm, almost tender. “Good. Tonight is about giving you everything you’ve been craving. Letting go. Feeling it all.”

Kalyna stepped behind Emma and gently slipped the blindfold over her eyes.

Darkness settled over her, warm and velvety.

Her breath hitched.

Megan leaned close, lips near Emma’s ear. “There you go… just breathe. Let the room take you.”

Emma felt hands on her shoulders—steady, grounding, feminine.

And then she heard footsteps.

Low voices.

Movement in the room.

She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the atmosphere around her shift, thicken, charge.

Megan’s hand glided down her arm. “Let it happen, sweetheart. We’re right here.”

Kalyna whispered on her other side. “Your night begins now.”

The silence that followed Kalyna’s whisper was absolute, a vacuum that stole the breath from Emma’s lungs. Her heart pounded hard and fast, every beat echoing in the dim, expectant room. The silk blindfold was soft against her skin, but it felt like a mark—something that announced she was here to be seen, wanted, taken.

Megan and Kalyna hovered close on either side of her, their presence warm and grounding. Emma could feel the energy radiating off them: protective, excited… and just a little wicked.

Then the atmosphere shifted.

The footsteps approaching were not theirs—heavier, slower, utterly self-assured. One set. Then another. Then a third. None of them spoke. They didn’t need to. Their entrance shifted the gravity of the entire room, pulling attention toward the bed… toward her.

The air thickened with expensive cologne and unmistakable male intent. Emma’s nipples tightened against the lace cups of her bra, the delicate floral fabric suddenly too light, too revealing. A shiver rolled through her—fear tangled deliciously with a molten ache deep in her core.

A large hand settled on her shoulder. Warm. Heavy. Possessive. His thumb stroked the tender place where her neck met her collarbone. Emma gasped, knees trembling.

“Shhh.”

The voice that answered her was a deep baritone, smooth and smoky, with a roughness that raked straight down her spine. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

A second set of fingers traced down the strap of her garter belt to her thigh, slow and appreciative.

“Look at this,” another man murmured, his tone amused and dark. “All wrapped up like a present.”

The third man said nothing, but she felt him—directly in front of her, a silent focal point, the one the others orbited. His presence was a pressure, an inevitability.

Without warning, the two flanking her lifted her from the chair. Their grip was firm but careful, moving her easily, like she weighed nothing. Her bare feet sank into the plush carpet as they guided her toward the massive bed.

The silent man finally spoke.

“On your knees.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. The command vibrated through her body, bypassing thought entirely. Megan and Kalyna squeezed her hands—one last reassurance—before stepping back into the shadows.

Emma sank to her knees. Her stockings whispered against the carpet, the blindfold closing her into a world of touch, sound, scent. She was exposed, waiting, trembling.

Belts unbuckled. Zippers lowered. Clothing rustled. Her breath hitched.

A hand slid into her hair, gripping it at the scalp and tilting her head back. She parted her lips instinctively, a soft moan spilling free.

“Open your mouth,” he growled.

She obeyed.

The heavy, velvety head of his cock pressed to her lips—not thrusting, just resting, letting her feel its weight, its size. She tasted the bead of pre-come on her tongue, salt and heat and raw male lust.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a hot pulse straight between her legs.

He pushed deeper, slowly but with undeniable control. Emma stretched her jaw, sucking him in, her tongue working along the thick vein beneath. He was huge—her mouth filled, her throat flexing to take him.

As she found her rhythm, the others moved.

One settled behind her, his broad body bracketing her. His hands roamed over her back and ass, kneading her through the tiny pink floral thong. With a sharp tug, he tore the lace apart—the thin fabric giving way with a soft rip.

“Fuck… look at her,” he breathed, spreading her open with both hands. His thumb brushed her tight rim before sliding down to gather the slickness dripping from her pussy. “She’s soaking. Ready for a real fucking.”

He didn’t ask permission. He lined himself up and drove into her in one deep, devastating thrust.

Emma cried out around the cock filling her mouth, the sound muffled and desperate. The man behind her set a relentless rhythm—hard, deep strokes that rocked her forward, pushing the man in her mouth even deeper.

A third cock was pressed into her hand. The whiskey-voiced man guided her fingers around his thick length, her grip barely meeting around him. Hot. Heavy. Pulsing.

The room turned into sound and heat.

Skin slapping skin.

Her own wet, ragged breaths.

The men’s low groans.

The obscene, slick sounds of her mouth and cunt being used at once.

From the couch nearby:

“Look at her take it,” Megan murmured, awed.

“So beautiful like this.”

Kalyna’s voice was honeyed sin.

“Such a good little slut for them. Don’t hold back, Em… let them have you.”

The words tipped her over the edge.

The man behind her reached around and rubbed her clit with ruthless precision. Emma shattered—her orgasm crashing through her in violent waves. Her pussy clenched tight around him; her whole body spasmed.

The man in her mouth thrust hard, fucking her throat through the climax, using her helpless sounds as encouragement.

When he pulled free, saliva glistened in strands from her lips.

“Get on the bed,” the leader commanded. “On your back.”

She was lifted and set onto the silk sheets, pliant and breathless. The men descended on her immediately.

The growler settled between her thighs, hooking her legs over his arms and folding her nearly in half. Even blindfolded, she felt his stare burning into her.

“Ready for round two?”

He didn’t wait for an answer.

His first thrust punched a cry from her lips. He hit a spot so deep she saw stars. He fucked her with purpose—claiming her, filling her, marking her from the inside.

The other two men knelt by her head, alternating their cocks between her lips, smearing her face with spit and pre-come. She gave herself over completely—their toy, their pleasure, their heat.

The whiskey-voiced man lay back and pulled her onto him. She sank down onto his massive cock, her breasts against his chest. His hands claimed her breasts, fingers pinching and kneading as he thrust up into her.

The growler knelt behind her, his cock slick from her body.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

He nudged the head against her other hole, a pressure that made her clench in anticipation. He drizzled a slick liquid around her hole and rubbed it in with his tip.

Then he pushed inside, and Emma gasped as she was breached. The sensation was staggering—two thick shafts separated by only the thinnest wall of flesh, rubbing against each other inside her.

Emma gasped, her breath breaking apart. Two huge cocks stretched her to the limit, filling her so completely she couldn’t tell where one man ended and the other began.

The third stood over them, stroking himself as he watched her take both.

They used her like that for what felt like forever—hard, consuming, relentless. When the man inside her ass reached around and pinched her clit again, she came with a hoarse, shaking scream.

The man beneath her roared as he emptied inside her, his hot release flooding her pussy.

Seconds later, the growler followed—thick spurts filling her asshole, the heat unmistakable.

Her body went slack, boneless, collapsing against the man holding her. She was shaking, soaked, used, full—every inch of her marked by them.

The two men eased away from her limp, trembling body, their breath still ragged as they set her down on the warm sheets. And then the third man — the one who’d been stroking his thick cock while the others used her — finally moved in.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed Emma by the waist and flipped her onto her hands and knees in one smooth, hungry motion, positioning her like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. Her ass lifted instinctively, still dripping with the combined mess of the men who’d just used her. He gripped her hips, pulled her open, and shoved his cock into her cum-slick pussy with a wet, obscene squelch that echoed in the dim room.

He didn’t ease in. He claimed her.

His thrust punched through the hot, slippery mixture already leaking from her, driving so deep she cried out, her arms trembling as she struggled to keep herself upright. Her passage, already stretched and sloppy from the other men, let him bottom out instantly — a liquid glide that still somehow managed to feel like a violation, a taking.

His fingers dug into her hips, bruising her as he set a merciless rhythm, the kind that said he wasn’t here to tease her or build her up — he was here to use her. Emma’s mind dissolved, everything narrowing to the filthy sound of his cock pounding into her and the molten heat that kept blooming in her lower belly.

Then he fisted a hand in her fiery red hair and yanked.

Her head snapped back, a helpless cry ripping from her throat as her spine arched in a beautiful, painful bow. She was completely open to him, helpless and held. With his other hand, he tore the blindfold away from her eyes.

And the world hit her all at once.

Light. Color. Heat.

The room wasn’t empty. Not even close. The shadows around the bed were people — dozens of them — lounging on the low couches that ringed the room like a private theater. Men and women in silk, lace, jewels, designer heels, some half-undressed, some fully bared. All of them watching her. Watching her get used, pounded, taken on a stage meant exactly for this.

Emma’s breath stuttered. Her cunt clenched around the man inside her.

He leaned down, his grip tightening in her hair until her scalp tingled. His lips brushed her ear, his voice scraping low and vicious across her skin.

“You like them watching me fuck your cum-filled pussy?”

The question detonated inside her.

“Yesss!” she screamed, the word raw and unfiltered and ripped from her soul. “Yes, I love it!”

Her gaze darted across the spectators, desperate for something familiar — and landed on Megan.

Megan was on a nearby couch, her elegant dress discarded, her lithe, toned body glowing in the dim gold light. She had her hand wrapped around the thick cock of a tall, powerful man beside her. As she watched Emma, Megan spit a slow strand of saliva onto the swollen head, never breaking eye contact.

Emma’s breath caught.

Megan’s eyes glowed with pure, wicked triumph as she lowered her head and took the man’s cock into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing around his length — still holding Emma’s gaze, still silently telling her: Look at what you are. Look at what you’ve become. And look at what I want you to enjoy.

The sight shattered Emma’s last restraint. Her pussy clamped down on the cock driving into her, her whole body shaking. The man behind her growled in satisfaction and began fucking her even harder, the brutal pace sloppy, loud, wet.

Overwhelmed, Emma dropped her face into the silk sheets, muffling her cries as he pounded into her — using her body like it was built for this, made for this, displayed for this.

Just as he began to swell inside her, his rhythm turned erratic. He pulled out, and the sudden emptiness made her gasp. Strong hands flipped her onto her back with ease, her exhausted limbs barely responding as he manhandled her into place.

He knelt over her chest, his thick cock glistening with her own fluids. His hand wrapped around the base, stroking himself with feral need as he looked down at her — at her ruined lingerie, the cum already drying on her thighs, the tears streaking her flushed cheeks.

A cruel, triumphant smirk curled his mouth.

With a guttural groan, he came.

Hot, thick ropes splattered across her breasts, pooling between them, streaking over her stomach. Another hit her bra, soaking the delicate pink lace. A final heavy surge landed across her cheek and lips, warm and claiming.

He milked the last drops onto her chest, flicking the final bead onto her skin before exhaling a satisfied, dominant sigh — marking her completely.

Emma laid there, limp and boneless, a beautiful ruin. Her body was a canvas of the night’s depravity, coated in cum from her face down to her leaking holes. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, and the low murmur of the audience was a gentle hum against her post-orgasmic haze. She felt utterly used, utterly seen, and utterly content.

A movement caught her eye. Kalyna approached the bed, and for the first time that night, Emma saw her completely naked. Her sleek, Ukrainian body was a work of art, all tight muscle and dangerous curves. But it was the man whose hand she held that made Emma’s breath catch.

He was tan-skinned, with dark hair and sharp, handsome features she recognized from earlier. Artem. Anastasia’s husband. He was naked, his thick, heavy cock swinging as he walked, a predator surveying his kill.

Kalyna knelt beside her on the bed, a mischievous, adoring smile on her face. She reached out, her slender finger running through the pearly cum pooled between Emma’s breasts. She brought the finger to her own lips and licked it clean, her eyes never leaving Emma’s. “Do you want another?” she purred, her voice a silken tease. “I already warmed him up for you.”

Something wild and insatiable had been uncaged inside Emma. The thought of stopping, of being done, was unbearable. “God yes, I want more,” the words tumbled out, desperate and honest.

“Good girl,” Kalyna praised, turning her gaze to Artem. “She’s all yours.”

Artem’s eyes, dark and intense, raked over her. They were wild at the sight of her—her gorgeous, curvy body, her fiery red hair now a messy halo on the pillows, her skin glistening with the evidence of three men’s pleasure. He moved with a liquid grace, getting between her thighs. He didn’t just look at her; he looked into her, his gaze a physical touch as he notched the head of his thick cock against her swollen, cum-soaked entrance.

He slid into her in one slow, deliberate stroke. Emma’s body, already so sensitive, reacted instantly. Her back arched, a choked gasp escaping her lips as he filled her again, stretching her walls that were already slick and tender. Her nerves, frayed from pleasure, sparked with a fresh, agonizing edge of ecstasy. He started to fuck her, hard and deep, his rhythm a stark contrast to the previous frantic pace. This was controlled, powerful, each thrust a statement of his own mastery.

As Emma’s hips began to move to meet his, she saw Megan approach. The tall man she’d been sucking on the couch was with her, his impressive cock rigid and glistening from Megan’s mouth. “My friend here wants to be your final turn,” Megan said, her voice a proud, possessive purr. “Everyone wants the beautiful redhead.”

Emma could only manage a weak nod, her mouth already open in a silent moan as Artem drove into her. The tall man climbed onto the bed, his movements confident. He knelt beside her head, and instead of feeding his cock to her directly, he first rubbed the head through the cum splattered on her cheek and lips, coating himself in the mess. Then, he guided it into her mouth.

The taste was intoxicating—a complex, salty mixture of his pre-come, the other men’s seed, and her own essence. She started sucking him, her tongue swirling, cleaning him as she took him deep. The debasement of it, of tasting her own defilement on this new man, sent a final, powerful surge of lust through her.

Artem felt her response, her cunt clenching around him. He picked up his pace, his control finally breaking as he chased his own release. He fucked her relentlessly, his body slapping against hers, the sound a wet, percussive beat in the room. Then, with a shudder that wracked his entire frame, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Emma felt him pulse, a deep, throbbing heat as he added his own huge, hot load to her already filled pussy. The feeling of being overflowing, of taking so much, was the final, perfect punctuation to her surrender.

The man in her mouth pulled out, his cock slick and heavy. He moved with purpose, positioning himself between her legs. Emma braced herself for another hard assault, but instead, he entered her slowly, softly.

His cock slid through the hot, messy cocktail of cum already leaking from her, a gentle, possessive glide. The tenderness was a shock to her system, a stark contrast to the raw brutality she’d just endured. It was intimate, and it was undoing her all over again.

“Harder,” she begged, her voice a ragged whisper. “Please, harder… I’m going to cum again.”

A dark, triumphant smile crossed his face. He obliged. In one fluid motion, he threw her legs over his powerful arms, folding her in half and pulling her onto his cock with each deep, punishing thrust. The angle was devastating, hitting every nerve ending she had left. Her final orgasm wasn't a building wave; it was a tsunami.

It shattered her entire body in an explosion of electric pleasure. Her feet went numb for a second, a pins-and-needles sensation shooting up her legs as her vision went white, stars bursting behind her eyelids. Wave after wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy rolled through her, and her pussy clenched on the man’s cock over and over again, a rhythmic, milking grip that pulled him right over the edge with her. He groaned, his body tensing as he added his own thick, hot load to the sweet cocktail already inside of her.

As the blinding pleasure receded and her vision slowly came back, the room swam into focus. Her eyes landed on a nearby couch, and her heart swelled with a fierce, overwhelming love. Megan and Kalyna were there, side by side, riding two men reverse cowgirl. Their bodies moved with a confident, sensual rhythm, their heads thrown back in pleasure, but their eyes… their eyes were on her.

They watched her with those wild yet comforting gazes, a look of shared triumph, of pride, of pure, unadulterated joy in what they had given her. Her girls. They had orchestrated this entire symphony of debauchery, this masterpiece of surrender, and given her a present she would never, ever forget.

A wave of bone-deep exhaustion washed over her, and she sank into the mattress, a used, satisfied, and deeply loved doll. Then, she felt comforting hands on her shoulders, a touch she knew as well as her own. She looked up to see Megan’s husband, Alex. His eyes were soft, full of a gentle admiration that was the perfect balm to her raw soul.

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his voice low and kind.

He didn’t just lead her; he practically carried her, lifting her limp, cum-covered body from the bed as if she were precious. He guided her out of the main room and into a luxurious spa-like bathroom. The floor was heated tile, and in the center was a massive, walk-in shower big enough for a party, with multiple showerheads cascading steaming water down the glass walls.

He set her gently on her feet under the warm spray. The water was a baptism, washing away the evidence of the night. Alex took a soft loofah and a bottle of expensive, scented soap and began to clean her entire body, his movements reverent and loving. He washed the cum from her face, from her breasts, from her thighs. He was gentle, thorough, his touch a stark, beautiful contrast to the rough hands that had been on her just moments before.

“You were amazing, Emma,” he murmured, his voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

She leaned her head against his chest, letting him support her weight, letting him care for her.

A few minutes later, the glass door slid open. Megan and Kalyna stepped into the shower room. They came to her, flanking her, their hands joining Alex’s, their presence a warm, loving circle that completed the night, wrapping her in a safety and affection that was more profound than any pleasure she had ever known.

They were hers.

Megan reached her first. She cupped Emma’s face with both hands, her thumbs brushing her cheek. Her voice dropped to a tender whisper, the kind that wrapped around Emma like an embrace.

“You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”

Kalyna pressed up behind her, sliding her arms around Emma’s middle, her cheek resting between Emma’s shoulder blades. She let out a warm sigh, her voice rich as honey.

“This… this is why we wanted tonight for you,” she murmured. “So you could feel everything. So you could step into your power. So you could know how loved you are.”

Emma’s throat tightened. Not with lust. Not with shock. But with something deeper — a vulnerable, swelling ache in her chest that made her lean back into Kalyna, her body trembling with exhaustion and gratitude.

Alex’s hands stayed on her hips, grounding her, steadying her. He kissed the top of her head.

“You’re safe,” he whispered. “We’ve got you.”

The four of them fell into an easy, instinctive closeness. They washed each other — slow, tender movements that replaced the night’s wildness with connection. Soap glided over skin. Fingers combed through wet hair. Their touches were caring, unhurried, reverent.

Megan took her time rinsing Emma’s hair, her nails scratching lightly over her scalp in a way that made Emma melt. Kalyna washed her back in long, soothing circles. Alex cleaned her thighs and calves, his strong hands supporting her when her legs wobbled again.

Emma felt held. Loved. Not used — cherished.

And she understood in that moment that this wasn’t just sex. This wasn’t just a party. This was a family she had been invited into. Trusted with. Welcomed into like a treasure.

When they finished, they didn’t step away. They stayed pressed to her — Megan in front, Kalyna behind, Alex at her side — forming a warm, protective cocoon of bodies and affection. The water cascaded around them, a soft curtain that sealed them in their own private world.

Emma rested her forehead against Megan’s, her voice a trembling whisper.

“I love you guys.”

Megan smiled, her lips brushing Emma’s. “We love you too, Em.”

Kalyna tightened her arms around her waist. “Always.”

Alex pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’re part of us now. Fully.”

She belonged.

Wrapped in their arms, water running warm around them, the echoes of the night lingering on their skin and in their hearts, Emma felt the chapter close — not with chaos or heat or wild desire…

…but with love. Real, grounding, soul-deep love.

A perfect ending to a night she would carry with her forever.