Page 115 of Shadow Waltz
Luka’s eyes never left mine. He pulled free with a wet pop, his cock slapping against my cheek, glistening with spit. “Say it,” he ordered, voice low and wicked. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you, Daddy,” I stammered, breathless, voice trembling with want.
He smiled, wicked and proud. “Again. Louder.”
“You, Daddy,” I gasped, as Dmitri’s cock filled me, as Troy’s thrusts grew harder, relentless.
Luka’s approval burned through me, a dark warmth that left me shivering. He knelt down in front of me, his thighs straddling my chest, his cock heavy and slick, so close I could taste the musk in the air.
“Now worship me,” Luka commanded, lifting his arm and revealing the dark thicket of hair under his arm, sweat gleaming in the hollow. “Show me you know your place. Eat me out, Ash.”
The order sent a jolt through me. I leaned forward, mouth open, and pressed my tongue into the heat of his pit, tasting salt, the sharp, masculine bite of sweat, the faint undertone of his cologne. I dragged my tongue through the hair, licking, nuzzling, kissing, letting my mouth and nose fill with his scent. My cock pulsed, leaking helplessly onto my stomach, the humiliation and adoration twining into something electric.
Luka moaned, a dark, approving sound, his hand pressing my face deeper, grinding my nose and mouth into his pit. “That’s it, Ash. Good boy. Worship your Daddy. Show everyone what it means to be owned.”
Behind me, Dmitri fucked me harder, sweat dripping from his brow onto my back, his breath harsh in my ear. “Fuck, Ash, you’re tight—so fucking good.” Each thrust drove me deeper against Luka’s body, the friction perfect, the position degrading and perfect.
Troy was gasping behind Dmitri, his hands digging into the other man’s hips. “So fucking hot. Watching you both. God, I could come just from this?—”
Luka laughed, dark and proud, his fingers sliding down to pinch my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. “Not yet. Nobody comes until I say.”
I moaned into his pit, tongue working, lips sucking, desperate to please. My body rocked with every thrust, ropes tight against my skin, sweat and spit mixing with the heady musk of Luka’s skin. He shifted, pressing his other pit to my mouth, letting me lick and bite, marking him, savoring every drop.
“You love this, don’t you?” Luka taunted, voice a growl. “Love being my toy. My good boy.”
“Yes, Daddy,” I choked out, voice muffled by his flesh, desperate and ruined.
He kissed me with that same rough hunger—his tongue pushing into my mouth, claiming every part of me, teeth nipping at my lip until I gasped. His hands gripped my jaw, holding me in place, not letting me turn away even as Dmitri’s cock drove into me with deeper, rougher thrusts. My body trembled, nerves alight with the helpless thrill of surrender, the taste of Luka’s sweat and spit still on my tongue.
Dmitri was relentless behind me, one hand gripping my hip, the other sliding around to squeeze the base of my cock, squeezing until I whined. “You want to come, Ash?” he growled, rutting against me, sweat dripping down his chest onto my back. “You like being used, being filled? You want to show everyone just how much you can take?”
Troy thrust into Dmitri with the same punishing rhythm, his hands splayed wide on those thick, hairy hips, chest heaving. “He loves it,” Troy groaned, his voice rough and honest. “Look at him—so fucking desperate for it, so willing to take anything we give.”
I couldn’t speak. All I could do was moan and shudder, my world reduced to heat and touch, to Luka’s hand in my hair and the two men moving inside and behind me, to the ache in my jaw and the stinging pleasure burning through my hole. The room felt thick with sex and sweat, the air humming with need. I lost track of time, lost myself in sensation, in the feeling of being utterly possessed.
It was Luka who finally broke the chain, pulling me upright by the ropes, his strength undeniable. “Enough,” he said, voice sharp, eyes glittering with something dangerous and possessive. “Bring him to the center.”
Troy and Dmitri manhandled me, big hands sliding under my arms and around my waist, lifting and carrying me as easily as if I weighed nothing. They deposited me at the exact center of the room, where the tile sloped gently inward to a silver drain—a detail I’d missed in my earlier haze. The symbolism was unmistakable, and the humiliation sent another rush of heat through my veins. I knelt, open and exposed, the ropes still tight on my wrists behind my back, my body slick with sweat and lube, ass and thighs marked by hands and mouths.
Luka circled me, his presence a gravity all its own. “On your knees, Ash. Show us how hungry you are.”
I obeyed, head bowed, chest heaving, every nerve alive with anticipation. Troy and Dmitri flanked me, each stroking their cocks, eyes locked on mine—hungry, feral, possessive. Luka stood directly in front of me, his cock hard and slick, precum glistening at the tip, abs flexing with every slow stroke of his hand.
One by one, they pressed their cocks to my lips—Troy first, the head swollen and hot, tasting of sweat and salt. He fed it to me, letting me suckle and swallow, moaning as my tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge. Dmitri was next, rougher, pushing deep until I gagged, only to pull back and let me breathe, his voice a soft rumble of praise and filth.
Luka was last, his grip possessive as he tapped the head of his cock against my tongue, smearing spit and precum across my lips, making me look up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “Good boy,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the bruise of his earlier bite on my jaw. “Open wide. You’re going to take us all, just like you were made for.”
The three of them moved in a slow, deliberate rhythm—one feeding me his cock while the other two stroked themselves, hands working in time with the pace of my mouth, their low grunts and moans echoing off the tile. I was dizzy with it, arousal boiling through my blood, every inch of me raw and exposed.
Luka’s hand tangled in my hair, pulling my head back. He leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you knowwhat’s coming, Ash? Do you know what happens to good boys who give everything?”
My heart hammered, anticipation and humiliation twisting together into something bright and sharp. “No, Daddy,” I managed, my voice trembling.
He smiled, wicked and soft. “You’re about to find out.”
He stepped back, giving a nod to Troy and Dmitri. All three men now stood around me, cocks hard and glistening, the tension in the room palpable.
Luka stroked himself slowly, deliberately, eyes never leaving mine. “Look at you. On your knees, mouth open, ready for anything. You want to be marked, don’t you? You want us to show you who you belong to.”