Page 116 of Shadow Waltz
My cheeks burned with shame and pride. “Yes, Daddy,” I whispered, the words thick with need.
“Ask for it,” Luka demanded. His voice was velvet-wrapped steel, absolute and impossible to disobey.
“Please,” I begged, my body shaking, head bowed, “please, I want it. I want you to use me. Mark me. All of you.”
The effect was immediate. Luka’s eyes went dark, a flicker of hunger sparking in their depths. Troy groaned, pumping his cock harder, precum beading at the tip. Dmitri’s hand tightened on the base of his shaft, his body trembling with restraint.
Luka stepped closer, his cock inches from my lips. “You’re going to take it all, Ash. You’re going to let us use you however we want. And when we’re done, you’ll know exactly who you belong to.”
I opened my mouth wider, tongue out, eyes locked on Luka’s. He stroked himself, letting the head of his cock hover just over my lips, waiting. Then, without warning, the warm, sharp rush of his piss hit my tongue, salty and electric, flooding my senses.
He sighed, relief and dominance twined together, his hand never leaving my hair as he emptied himself over my mouth andchest. “Good boy,” he crooned, voice soft and rough. “Take it. Swallow. Show us how much you love to be owned.”
Troy was next, his stream hot and forceful, splashing across my cheek and neck, running down to my chest and pooling over the ropes binding my wrists. He grunted, low and filthy, pleasure etched across his face as he watched me take it all.
Dmitri followed, his aim less precise, the hot stream marking my shoulder, running in rivulets down my torso, mingling with the sweat and spit already coating my skin. He moaned, rough and guttural, hand tightening in my hair as he finished.
I knelt there, shivering, covered in the evidence of their dominance, every inch of me claimed and marked. My heart pounded, the humiliation sharp and addictive, a wave of submission so deep it felt like love.
Luka crouched in front of me, hand gentle as he cupped my chin, lifting my gaze to his. “Perfect,” he whispered, pressing a soft, filthy kiss to my lips. “No one will ever doubt who you belong to now.”
Luka’s kiss lingered on my lips, sweet and ruined, his grip on my chin possessive. His other hand found my shoulder, steadying me as he rose, eyes never leaving mine. The dominance in his gaze made me shiver, anticipation lighting every nerve.
He didn’t look away as he spoke. “Dmitri. Troy. I want you to take him—one at a time. Fill him up. Make sure he knows exactly how well he’s been used.”
I caught my breath, heart hammering, body still vibrating from the humiliation and pleasure. Luka stepped aside and crossed to the far wall, running his fingers along a collection of tools displayed in elegant order. He selected a heavy paddle—dark wood, smooth and menacing—and turned it in his hands, a predator deciding how best to enjoy his prey.
Dmitri was first, already slick, already thick and hard, face wild with need. He crouched behind me, his big hands gripping my hips, spreading me wide, his cock pressing at my entrance. “You want this, pretty boy?” he growled, breath hot against my ear.
“Yes,” I gasped, trembling, hands still bound, knees wide, chest streaked and shining. “Please, Dmitri. Want you to fill me.”
He didn’t make me wait. With a grunt, he pressed inside, the thickness of him filling me deep, making me moan as the burn turned to a greedy, needy ache. He held me tight, hips rolling, driving himself deeper, every thrust hard and unyielding. The slap of skin filled the room, every motion pushing me toward the edge.
Luka circled behind us, paddle in hand, eyes glinting with satisfaction. He brought the paddle down hard against my ass, the impact sharp, heat blooming across my skin. I cried out, more in pleasure than pain, the force of it pushing me tighter around Dmitri.
“That’s it, Ash,” Luka purred, bringing the paddle down again—harder this time, a wicked crack that left me gasping. “Take him. Show us how much you love being fucked, being filled, being owned.”
Dmitri’s rhythm grew wilder, his breath coming ragged as he pounded into me. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunted, fingers digging into my flesh. “Could do this all night—ruin you, make you beg for it.”
I moaned, body rocked between the bite of Luka’s paddle and the punishing thrusts from behind. My cock hung heavy, leaking onto the tile, my whole body nothing but need and submission.
Luka’s next blow came just as Dmitri slammed in deep, his cock pulsing, his shout echoing in my ear as he came inside me, heat flooding my body. He stayed there for a moment, panting,hand stroking my side, then pulled out slowly, cum slick and hot against my thighs.
Troy was already waiting, cock in hand, expression dark with hunger. He moved behind me, his touch gentler but just as possessive. He lined himself up, pushing in slow, letting me feel every inch as he slid deep, groaning low when my muscles clenched around him.
“Good boy,” Troy murmured, his hands stroking my back, his hips rolling in long, deep thrusts. “Taking us so well. Love feeling you like this. Love watching you come apart.”
Luka didn’t let up. The paddle landed again, sharp and stinging, the pain delicious, another layer of pleasure as Troy fucked me, every slap echoing off the tile. “You want more, Ash?” Luka demanded, his voice all control and heat. “Beg for it. Beg to be fucked. Beg to be filled.”
“Please,” I gasped, lost to everything but the sensation, “please, need it, want to be filled, want all of you. Need to be used.”
Troy groaned, his rhythm turning ragged, hands gripping me hard enough to bruise. “That’s it,” he panted, “good boy, good fucking boy.”
He drove in deep, hips pressed to my ass, cock pulsing as he came inside me, filling me with his heat, his praise a rough whisper in my ear. He pulled out slowly, his hand gentle as he stroked my thigh, the evidence of their possession dripping from my body.
Troy lingered for a moment, his hand smoothing down my thigh, fingers gentle despite the rawness of what we’d just shared. I felt the slow drip of his release inside me, mixing with Dmitri’s heat, slicking my thighs and staining the floor beneath my knees.
Luka’s voice came soft but commanding. “Don’t get dressed yet. Let him clean you. He earned it.”