CHAPTER 23

LEXIE

She was nervous. This was all completely new. The moaning and yelling sounds permeated the room. She was equal parts curious and afraid.

Don’t lie. You’re turned on.

She’d never even heard of places like this. She thought it was like a Men’s Club, but the women back at the lounge room looked completely normal.

They were dressed up nicely, yes. But they looked like her, or any of her friends, not like strippers or prostitutes.

The hair on the back of her neck bristled.

This room was much classier than any other she’d seen inside the building. It wasn’t just the decor, accented with gold and bronze, or the incredibly comfortable sofa, or the panel filled with buttons right next to it.

She bit her lips. Not knowing what to expect.

The small bar on the corner was filled with all kinds of alcoholic drinks. A delicious, quiet vanilla smell permeated the room.

She was scared of the way she automatically sat on the sofa right between the boys.

Why?

She tried to play it cool, not asking about the big floor to ceiling window ten feet away from them, right across the sofa. Outside lay a big, circular chamber, with four or five steps that led to what seemed like a narrow leather bed, no sheets or pillows or anything on it.

A few feet above it, long, multicolored pieces of fabric dangled from the ceiling, a nice touch, contrasting heavily with the more sexual, erotic vibe of the room.

“What’s this?”

“This is what people pay for,” Lucian said, “a nice time with their lover—”

“Fuck me,” someone was moaning, louder and louder.

On the far wall, glinting softly in the dark, she saw another room, just like theirs. She couldn’t see inside, the glass protected their privacy, but she could see a light and two people in there, their outlines just barely noticeable. Then to the right, another room, then another one.

“Welcome to the vault.”

“People can’t see us, well… more or less.”

Her heart thumped in her chest. It was… kinky. Almost perverted.

“You don’t like it?”

“I never thought—”

“Some people like to watch, some like to be watched… others just like to feel a bit dirty.”

Her legs were crossed. She tightened her thighs. The sound of a man having an orgasm on a room close to theirs reached her and she couldn’t deny it any more.

She liked this place.

She held their hands, “they can see people doing it up there?”

“Yes,” Crow said, “if they really wanted to.”

“But always from afar. Unless they want security to get involved.”

“You got cameras—”

“No cameras,” Crow said, leaning from her right, almost whispering in her ear, sending shivers down her body.

“We make sure everyone is safe.”

Her other hand went to Lucian’s thigh, she had to feel him.

She closed her eyes, leaning forward to kiss Crow. His warm lips were filled with passion. People might look in and see her doing this. Being taken by two men.

It wasn’t right to be turned on by that, but it was too late, she was far too deep into the rabbit hole.

She got lost in his lips, softer and warm and full of passion, his tongue wrestled with hers, her hand already doing jerking motions over Lucian’s pants.

I’m losing myself.

She tried to take control but being with the boys made her feel powerful, made her feel like she was the luckiest woman in the world.

She was intensely desired.

She never thought men like them would even look in her direction.

Now two hot mafia lords owned her.

She shivered at the thought. That wasn’t right, why did she think something like that?

But her crease began to get wet. They owned her. They could do anything they wanted, show her their world.

Lucian took her hand and began kissing it, going up to her shoulder and to her back, his tongue raising goose bumps all over her body.

The quiet beat kept on going in the background, the sounds of sex still strong on another room, then she heard others join them, everywhere around, quietly filtering through the thick walls.

She’d gone too far, she’d be doing the same if she didn’t stop now.

Lucian kissed one side of her neck, from behind; Crow the other. Four hands touching her body, caressing her, fondling her, she didn’t know which belonged to whom, it didn’t matter.

Their kisses turned into biting and sucking, rolling down her neck to her shoulders and back up.

She was shivering, moaning as quietly as she could, fearing someone else might hear her.

It’s insane, she thought, drunk with lust, her panties wet. She wanted this. She didn’t care about right and wrong, only the present moment. She was in control of her life, she chose this. She was choosing it right now.

She kissed Lucian, his lips softer and so different than Crow’s. They were both perfect. Crow kissed her chest and kept going down her breasts, licking and biting and sucking until he got to the top of her blouse, exploring her cleavage. Her blouse pressed her boobs tightly. He buried his face between them, moving his head on her chest, as if she was a goddess.

Waves of hot desire rippled through her body. Their hands explored her back, her arms, her legs, her chest.

The heat of their skin was too much to bear. She opened her mouth and couldn’t hold back a moan.

It was a soft, delicate sound at first but then Lucian grabbed her blouse and slowly took it off. Crow didn’t let her think, his lips found hers again and suddenly nothing mattered.

Lucian pulled down the zipper on the back of her skirt. She looked out at the window and saw, through the dim room at the other edge of the vault, the outlines of a couple doing it.

Fucking.

The woman straddled a man on the sofa, their moans getting louder and louder.

On another window, dark outlines kissed each other, then the man picked her up and began fucking her against the window.

They can see me, too.

How did this start? How did she end up here?

Lucian kissed her and rolled his mouth down her, making her moan loud enough for other people to hear her.

“No,” she said, “they’ll see us.”

Lucian raised his head, looking at her. Crow caressed her face, his diamond blue eyes wanting to take her now.

He kissed her again. She began to lose herself in the warmth of his lips, his beard scraping her cheek as he kissed her.

Then he pulled back.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

Lucian grabbed her hand and put it on his hot, hard cock.

She didn’t know what to say.

Crow got closer, she was about to kiss him again but he grabbed her hair, getting close enough for her to almost feel him. She needed him but he held her back,

“Tell us,” he said.

She closed her hand on Lucian’s cock. They had opened the floodgates. Was she ever like this? Did she find herself through their attention? She couldn’t go back now.

“Yes,” she said, letting go of her own repression.

Lucian pulled the top of her dress down.

“Say it again,” Crow said.

“I want this.”

She turned to Lucian and kissed him. Crow touched her knee, his hand hot and delicious, she loved the way he touched her, with equal parts tenderness and passion. She lay with a man on each side, her legs wide open towards the window.

People can see me… my God, people can see me.

She couldn’t help but to feel even more aroused.

She lay back on the sofa, for a second trying to hide her exposed breasts, but the boys stopped her.

“No,” Lucian commanded.

Her heart raced, she wanted them to teach her everything, to do the filthiest things to her. These two men made her go higher and higher until she was no longer herself. She was something more, something she never thought she would be.

She was powerful. She was no longer a woman with a lame job in a forgotten street. Her work mattered. Her love mattered.

Love?

She shivered, not knowing if it was because of that word, or her men kissing and biting and sucking and adoring her.

They pulled her dress up, flashing her pink underwear to the window, their hands slowly spreading her legs open, exposing her center for everyone to see.

It was filthy, it was wrong.

But she loved it. For the first time in her life, she felt truly desired. Truly free.

She was trapped in their lust. They made her raise her legs, bending at the knees, the sight of her high heeled red shoes was just so perfect for a moment like this. It made her feel bad.

She was no longer the thick, nerdy girl she’d always been. She was an object of desire, and she didn’t care. She embraced the feeling.

Crow’s grip on her hand, for all his strength, was just for show, letting her do whatever she wanted, but at the same time making her feel trapped, owned. She moved away from him and knelt on the sofa, undoing Lucian’s pants.

Crow slowly took her dress off, along with her panties. She was completely naked, wearing only a choker and her heels.

Crow grazed her thigh, making her tremble. Her breathing became more ragged, full of need, she turned down and touched Lucian’s lap. She felt his manhood waiting for her to take it out. She undid his pants and there it was, just for her, hot and big and ready. She needed his taste.

Crow softly grazed the back of her legs and spanked her, her sudden moan broke the silence, soft and long and full of delight, the whole room filled with her voice, and suddenly she knew.

She wanted everyone to hear her. She wanted everyone to know she was theirs.

“Taste me, Crow,” she said, “lay down and taste me.”

She put Lucian’s thick cock in her mouth when Crow pulled her hair back to him, the flash of pain barely noticeable.

“I’m not gonna let you suck on this cock unless you say please,” Crow said.

She tried to press her legs together, to stop herself from needing this.

“Taste me, please.”

He opened her folds with his tongue, tasting her slowly. She was so turned on she could feel her own juices rolling down her thigh, until Crow tasted them.

She moaned again, louder this time.

“Get up,” he commanded, I want you to sit on my face.”

This took her by surprise. Holy fuck.

He couldn’t hold back. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her to him, his face drenching against her juices, his tongue running up and down her center.

She yelled for the third time and this time she was sure everyone in the building heard her.

She looked down and finally tasted Lucian, licking the pre-cum from his cockhead, her tongue whirling around it, making him moan in anticipation before burying his rod deeper inside her mouth.

His manhood throbbed, anxious to have more of her. The warm softness of his skin contrasted with his steel hard shaft.

She yelled, taking him out of her mouth without wanting to. She could feel Crow’s stubble as he sucked and lapped and grinded his face on her pussy, it was suddenly more than she could take. Having him so close to her, so driven by passion drove her mad. This was what she needed right now, she wasn’t going to turn away from it.

Her body was no longer hers, instinct prevailed. She jerked Lucian’s cock off as Crow worked on her center, she thought she was going insane, her orgasm was building, sending waves of ecstasy through her body.

“Fuck!” she yelled, Lucian’s cock still in her hand. She tried to lean forward to taste him again, but Crow was too good.

Her loud moan was lost in Lucian’s kiss. She yelled in his mouth, grabbing his hair and holding back her orgasm.

I’m about to come..

Lucian pulled her back. Having a man under her while another one took her like this was too much.

She gritted her teeth, the orgasmic lightning bolt about to explode when she saw Lucian square in the eyes and yelled “fuck me!”

There it was.

She said it. She wanted it. Anything they wanted. Every muscle in her pelvis gave away, her burning orgasm flooding her nerves, making her yell louder than anyone else there.

“I’m coming!” she yelled, over and over again, as she did so in Crow’s mouth and face.

She grinded her slit on his mouth harder and harder, Crow kept on tasting her crease, his tongue going up and down and inside then back on her clit. He was a master and she was his slave.

“Oh, God!”

The man did it. He brought her over the edge again, her juices flooding her center. Her second orgasm was taking her even higher than before.

She never stopped screaming his name, she needed him. She needed Lucian, too. One by one. She wanted to feel their bare cocks inside of her, their seed filling her up.

It didn’t matter how wrong that was. She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Crow sat up, making her fall into Lucian’s arms. She was breathing hard. Her skin was sensitive to the heat of her men.

“That was amazing,” Lucian said with a kiss.

Crow embraced her like the most precious thing in the world.

But she wasn’t happy yet.

“Take me,” she whispered, looking at Lucian, then back at Crow, “I want to be yours.”

Lucian stood up, slowly taking his pants off, then his shirt. His hard body a sight to behold, chiseled abs and arms so big she could not stop staring at them. He looked outside the window.

“You are ours,” he said.

“Yes,” she replied, smiling innocently.

Crow kissed her and lifted her in his arms.

“You yelled so hard, everyone knows what you did,” Lucian teased.

“I want them to.”

The pair grinned.

“Now I want to show them,” she finished, looking out the window.

They followed her gaze. It took them a moment to understand.

Lucian walked to the edge of the room, pressed a latch downward and a door slid open. He was fully naked, walking on the other side of the window, on the chamber.

Crow lowered her to the floor. Lucian put his hands on the glass, and she did the same.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, and before she could reply, Crow took her hands and put them behind her. Crow no longer had any clothes on, his muscles almost ripped out of his skin, like one of those ancient greek sculptures of the perfect man: his chest, and abs and arms, everything about him screamed power and masculinity.

She stared at Lucian, his throbbing cock ready for her, on the other side of the window.

Crow slowly pressed her body against the glass. He was showing her off to anyone who dared to look.

But the only eyes she found were Lucian’s. Drunk in lust, not able to take his eyes of her body, of the way her breasts looked pressed against the transparent glass.

He put his face closer to the crystal and suddenly, a big, hot, throbbing cock slid between her thighs from behind her, going back to front amidst her labia, drenching in her juices.

“Yes,” she moaned as Crow’s thick cock wrapped itself in her center.

She looked down and saw Lucian’s hand again, going to her breast. An invisible barrier separated her from it but the need for his touch was more than enough to make her body shiver in need.

He brought his cock closer to her, right up to her sex, where Crow was now barely grazing her nub.

She was still standing, but only thanks to Crow. She would’ve lay down already, needing them to be inside.

Lucian placed his cock against the transparent glass and her waist moved and crashed against it, needing it now more than ever.

Lucian turned around, looking into the dark room, walked the steps up to the bed and began moving among the pieces of fabric hanging above him.

Crow’s cockhead brushed her entrance and she yelled, pushing down to let him enter, but he stepped back.

“I’m going to take you,” he whispered.

“Please,” she said, “I want you. I want Lucian.”

“Good,” he said.

“I’m going to take you outside and make everyone see how I fuck you,” he said.

She shivered.

Do you want it?

She was dreading this question. It all fell back on her. What she wanted, or didn’t want to do.

He knew her answer. She saw it in his eyes. This was their way of telling her who was in control. She bit her lip, embarrassed about what she was going to say.

“Yes,” she said.

Crow lifted her up and walked outside, to meet Lucian.

She was blushing, embarrassed of her perverted needs, but it was too late to stop. She wanted everyone to know these two men owned her. She was a slave to their desires.

Crow walked up to the bed, towards Lucian, and lowered her on it. A crowd of hungry men and women gathered at the windows. She could hardly see them, and was sure they were the same either. There was almost no light here, just barely enough for everyone to get a hint of what was going on up there, but not to make out any details.

“You’re dirty little girl,” Lucian said.

Lucian stood right next to her, Crow began kissing her stomach, his warm pecks sending brief bolts of electric delight through her body, his lips barely touching her skin.

“Oh my God, I hate you,” she said.

Lucian leaned forward and kissed her in the lips.

“I want you,” she whispered, “I want you inside.”

She opened her legs for him, sure of what she needed. Her juices were flowing, she was ready, her mind worried and at the same time was turned-on thinking about of every couple around watching them.

“I want to taste you,” Lexie said, her eyes fixed on Lucian, her thighs trembling in anticipation.

Lucian kissed her, his lips wet and burning with desire. Crow caressed her knees, his manhood getting closer to her.

Lucian grabbed the side of her face and she opened her mouth for him, an invitation she knew he couldn’t refuse.

Crow’s tip barely touched the edge of her entrance making her quiver violently.

Oh God, I need him….

“Please!” she shouted, taking Lucian’s cock and licking it from its base up to its tip, feeling him tremble as her tongue rolled up his shaft, then put it in her mouth.

Her eyes shot open as she felt Crow entering her, her mouth full of Lucian, her crease opening for the big, blue eyed man. He went in slowly, making every muscle in her body clench, he’s too big, His cock was soaked in her juices, the initial flash of pain as he went inside quickly turned into delight.

She yelled hard, Lucian’s manhood filled her mouth, it’s warm hardness made her lose herself in filthy pleasure. Crow was now deep, too deep, his shaft the biggest one she’d ever seen —or taken— she pressed her lips as hard as she could as he buried himself in her.

He slid out a bit, the electric sensation of him filling her up like this made her crazy.

Again, Crow pushed in, the tingling ecstasy growing in strength, but she was conscious of it now, now she could taste her other man.

She was moaning so loud she thought everyone up on the street could hear her.

Crow cupped her breasts as he began to go faster. Lucian grabbed her hands. She was their willing prisoner.

And that’s what she wanted. These men were hers only.

Oh my God, no, not yet.

There it was. She’d already had two, she wanted to pay them back before she exploded again. But they were too good. They could read each other’s minds. It was surreal.

Crow pulled almost entirely out of her, then went back in, the length of his rod continuously pleasuring her, going in and out, in and out, sending shivers all over her body.

It wasn’t just his shaft that made her delirious. It was the constant feel of his sack brushing against her hole that made it even worse.

She was trapped, but she didn’t care, she could stay like this forever.

Lucian moaned hard, she was taking him in completely, nothing was sacred now, his cock slid inside her mouth, his taste filling her, she didn’t know she’d missed it until now. She wanted more and more of it, she wanted to take it all at once. She pulled him deeper until she gagged, letting go of him, his cock pulling out.

“Look at what you did, dear,” he said.

The sight of his cock drenched with her drool made her go wild.

“More!” She commanded, and he sheathed it back in.

He was almost done, she could tell by his taste. She quivered again, tightening her sex on Crow’s dick, making him yell out in pleasure.

She wanted him there forever, lost in a sexual frenzy she hadn’t experienced before. Taken by these two mafia lords.

“I’m gonna come!” he cried, and tried to pull out but she caught him with her legs, straddling him, making him fuck her until the end.

She softly grabbed Lucian’s sack and put her face beneath it, licking it and soaking it wet with her tongue, he leaned forward, his hands on her, trying to remain on his feet, his moans letting her know he was close to the edge.

“Come inside me!” She implored, and both of her men exploded. Crow filled her with his seed, warm and plenty, until it dripped out of her, Lucian in her mouth, his taste thick and bittersweet.

She knew she had to take it. She had to have both of them inside.

Crow was still pounding at her, his orgasm not yet finished when she swallowed Lucian. It was a crazy fucking thought and she’d never done it before but it was just primitive and wild and instinctual. It felt right. She was so vulnerable now, she felt like crying in joy. Crow’s nails ran on her skin. And suddenly, every yell and moan and last remaining electric bit of their orgasm faded gently into the air.

She yelled, harder than ever. She couldn’t help herself.

She finished on his cock, her juices going down on the bed, imbuing it with her lust until it dripped down onto the floor.

Lucian gave her a kiss, breathing fast, she could feel his heart going a thousand miles per hour. Crow held her, his face on her chest.

She held them both and they stood there in silence, their ragged breaths finding a rhythm that she’d never experienced before.

Then a sudden realization dawned on her. She was in deep, deep trouble.

No. Don’t think about it. Please.

She was falling in love.