Mastering the Beast: Taming the Beast, Book 3 Page 14

  The guys were on the move again, egged on by the crowd.

  “Do it!” a guy directly in front of her shouted. That same refrain raced through the crowd that grew louder, rowdier. Several bouncers had to shove the men back into their seats to keep them from swarming the stage.

  Lightheaded, Zoe stared at the screens that showed her naked ass, her thong beneath it as useless for protection as her hands were. If they’d been free, Zoe wondered if she would have tried to cover her butt or cunt. Doubtful. This was too addictive, enticing her to want more.

  Stefin moved to her side and shouted, “Have you been bad?”

  “Hell, yeah!” the guys in the audience answered. The women grinned lewdly.

  Zoe couldn’t manage more than a nod.

  Stefin pulled his whip from the belt and flicked it in the air. The snapping sounds brought hundreds of demons to their feet, arms waving, feet stamping. Stefin gave them a sly grin and then turned to Zoe and fit his mouth to hers.

  Holy moly.

  His kiss was unexpectedly tender and searching, everything she desired. Nearly all that she required, if it hadn’t been for her also wanting his love. Zoe pushed her foolish longing aside and kissed Stefin in adoration and honor. He was her Master, as were the others. Taro kissed her next, followed by Anatol.

  Gulping air, she looked over as they moved behind her. A hand, probably Stefin’s, turned her face to the screen, her ass still displayed on it. Plainly, he wanted her to look there.

  It was easier than meeting the hungry gazes of the men in the crowd. All of her life, Zoe had coveted that kind of attention but had never gotten it. Now that she’d had a taste of it and her guys, she wondered what life would be like when this was over, which it would be. Stefin, Anatol and Taro would eventually move on while she still yearned.

  Will you just stop?

  This moment and the few others she had with them would simply have to do.

  All at once, the crowd on either side of Zoe leaned forward, while those in front stared at the screens.

  The crowd behind her grew impatient, quieting only with the sounds of boots tapping the platform—Stefin, Taro and Anatol positioning themselves. Seconds passed. It seemed longer, an infinity of waiting.

  Perspiration trickled down her temples and throat. Zoe’s pussy was glutted with unappeased lust, in need of their cocks for relief. Unable to stand the wait any longer, she jerked the chains, trying to get free.

  Her restraints held fast.

  The crowd jeered for a long time, the sounds surging and then falling to a less rabid level. A whistling sound cut through the clamor. Zoe turned to the screen in time to see the whip flick against her ass and curl around her hip. A surreal moment that seemed to stop time, until the sting registered.

  Oh my holy fucking—

  Throwing back her head, Zoe wailed until she ran out of breath. Once she’d sucked in more air, she shouted once more, drowning out the excited noise of the others. She would have screamed again if not for the cascade of warmth that suddenly rolled through her, turning the pain to astonishing pleasure.

  Through hooded lids, she glanced at the screen, at the red marks left on her ass. Before she could turn away, the whip appeared again, striking another part of her cheeks.

  She growled out a series of obscenities and tugged on her bonds. When they wouldn’t move, she shrieked.

  The crowd went silent suddenly. Stefin moved to her side. “Are you all right?”

  Hell, yeah. “More,” she sputtered, perspiration running down her face. “Dammit—more. Now.”

  The audience exploded with approval.

  Four more times, Stefin, Anatol or Taro punished her. Zoe couldn’t be sure which one had accepted the honor she’d given them, trusting they wouldn’t harm her physically. They hadn’t. Once the pain receded, the wicked pleasure that followed was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

  Figuratively whipped, she gulped air, her knees sagging. In a few more minutes, her arms would probably pop out of their sockets from the weight of her body pulling on them. Zoe didn’t care. Needing to chill, she rested her head on her shoulder.

  Quick as could be Anatol released her ankles, Stefin her wrists. With nothing to support her except her trembling legs, Zoe sagged back into Taro’s chest. Once he’d turned her around, he slung her over his shoulder and paraded across the stage as he squeezed her whipped ass.

  Crude catcalls poured from the audience, the guys shouting that they wanted to fuck her. The women whistling, also demanding action.

  Zoe alternately panted and whimpered at how crazy hot this was. No way could they top this.

  Then again…

  The frame was suddenly gone. In its place was a King Kong-sized mattress that rested on a stand of equal size. Black fur served as the comforter.

  Someone had definitely read The Story of O.

  Taro lowered Zoe to her feet but not the mattress. When she decided to fall to it on her own, Stefin grabbed her arm, keeping her from doing so. Vendors suddenly hurried through the crowd, delivering their stuff quickly as though they wanted to be through when the show continued.

  Zoe expected Stefin to crawl on the mattress first. Taro beat him to it, his cape spread beneath him, legs fully apart, hand holding his cock. It seemed longer than her forearm suddenly and far more delectable. Even with her fatigue, Zoe was willing to do the work to bring them satisfaction.

  Voices rose from the crowd, some drunken, along with the noise of pounding feet.

  Clearly, it was show time. Not wanting anything to keep her from pleasure, Zoe pulled off her thong, shrugged out of her bra and threw the items into the audience. Several guys crashed into each other to catch her things with the bouncers having to pull them apart when they started to fight over them.

  Talk about feeling like a freaking rock star. However, she had more important matters to consider.

  With a bold smile, Zoe crawled onto Taro and straddled his powerful legs. He’d rested one of his hands beneath his head, exposing the dark auburn hair in his pit. She trembled in delight.

  The crowd grew rowdy again. The mattress shifted and Zoe looked over. Stefin was behind her, Anatol to the side, both of their rods raring to go.

  No one had to a draw a picture of what they all wanted and she craved.

  Zoe brushed her lips over Taro’s, an intimate tease of what was to come, then went to her knees and guided the tip of his cock to her opening. The ride down him was easy given how wet she was, how primed her body was for his. Watching her channel swallow him was one of the most beautiful sights Zoe had ever witnessed, the thrill of his hard length opening and filling her too fantastic for words.

  The audience shouted something rude, crude or lewd. Zoe wasn’t certain about the particulars, nor did she care. What was happening now, on this bed, was all that mattered.

  She blew out a sigh when she had Taro’s full length within her, their curls mingling, auburn-black, black-auburn, the mixture simply awesome.

  Unwilling to keep Stefin, Anatol or herself from ultimate delight, Zoe leaned down to Taro, her mouth sweeping over his again as she lifted her ass. Stefin accepted her invitation readily, as Zoe had hoped, and ran the tip of his crown over her anus. She moved her ass into him, wanting more. Stefin lubricated her opening with the moisture that had seeped from her pussy and then entered her, carefully for him, quite tenderly in fact.

  Zoe had to calm herself at having both passages filled, already in danger of blasting off without any help from either guy. No way could she allow that. They were her Masters. The men she’d always want in her life.

  Willing to settle for now, she fought for control and turned her head at Anatol crawling on the mattress and kneeling next to her. He pushed his cape over his shoulders and lifted his cock in his palm, presenting his black, bold and beautiful sex to her as a Dom would, expecting Zo
e to love it.

  Eagerly, she tongued his shaft into her mouth and took him as deep as she could, even craning her neck so she’d have all of him inside. His uninhibited grunt told her he liked that. Stefin had already burrowed the full length of his cock into her anus and was happily grinding his groin into her ass, his sex plumping to amazing proportions. Taro’s did the same in her cunt, his rod so beefy she could barely contain the lovely thing. However, if he or the others had given her more, Zoe would have gladly welcomed it.

  Noise from the crowd filtered back into her consciousness. She was vaguely aware of movement around the platform, the other demons edging close. Not for a better look, the screens provided that, but for the scent of sex. Ambrosia to the damned.

  Zoe had never felt as lucky or as desired.

  Time to party hearty.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Taro knew he would never experience Heaven, but this came pretty damn close. Zoe was a wonder, her passion precisely what he’d wanted yet more than he’d hoped for. When they’d first entered the stadium, she’d been so concerned about her looks. Didn’t she know how fucking awesome she was? Kick-ass didn’t begin to describe her hellaciously fun personality, beautiful was an inadequate word when it came to her features, outstanding couldn’t come close to defining her sweet little boobs.

  They bobbed merrily, the rings on the tips glinting as he jerked his hips, driving his rigid pole deeper into her cunt and then easing back so he could go at it again. She matched his movements with the grace of a ballerina and the lust of a sex fiend. The whole enchilada.

  Damn. How had he gotten so lucky? This was spooky good, making his hair stand on end, the electricity between them undeniable.

  Zoe’s breath spilled out on a delighted sigh despite Anatol’s cock in her mouth. Taro grunted in pleasure at the velvety sweep of her body over his, her cunt’s incredible tightness and heat that molded to his shaft, holding it in her tender caress. It was nearly more than he could bear though not enough to satisfy. He couldn’t touch her enough, running his hands down her torso, over her hips, finally toying with her nipple rings and then fingering the one in her soft folds before stroking her clit.

  She stilled and shuddered, the flames in her eyes flashing with obvious enjoyment.

  Taro longed to give her more, to have her experience it all.

  If she ceased to exist at this moment, Zoe knew she wouldn’t have any right to complain. At least she’d found a sliver of paradise. Not enough for her insatiable appetite when it came to her guys, but more than she’d ever expected.

  The rest of the world receded, leaving her, Taro, Stefin and Anatol wrapped in a daze of pleasure. They made gruff noises that told Zoe how much she was pleasing them.

  Stefin pumped his shaft into her anus, coordinating each thrust with Taro’s rod in her cunt, both of them seeming intent on satisfying her. Anatol was the same, moving his hips in time with the others so that his rod slid in and out of her mouth easily and never slipped out.

  Soon, they were all drenched in perspiration and hauling in air. It smelled of desire, excitement, damnation and sex. Zoe shivered in unrepentant glee, wanting this to go on forever, fighting all of their attempts to drive her to orgasm.

  They held back too, pausing frequently, their chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths. Once they did, they were back at it, intensifying their efforts. Anatol stroked Zoe’s cheek as she serviced his cock. Stefin left a trail of kisses on her back as he continued to thrust his heavy sex into her anus. Taro flicked his fingers over her nub and jerked his hips repeatedly, his body meeting hers on its journey down his rod.

  Feverish and wanting, Zoe surrendered what little control she’d maintained and went at them like a nympho or a woman in love. Pushing her ass into Stefin’s groin, grinding her cunt against Taro’s crotch, suckling Anatol as if he were the best-tasting treat ever, which he and the others definitely were.

  The mattress kept shifting beneath their weight, the springs protesting. Other sounds joined it, low chants that rose to thunderous shouts from the demons, their chorus of, “Now. Now. Now. Now.”

  Anatol reached liftoff first, his come spurting into Zoe’s mouth, a bellow of delight pumping from him. Taro was next, growling and groaning through gritted teeth, his face red as the lava outside. Stefin lasted a second longer, coming with Zoe, both of them howling joyously.

  The audience sprang to their feet, their applause wild. Some whistled shrilly. Others jumped up and down.

  Stefin eased his cock from her as Anatol already had. Weakened, Zoe fell to the side, bummed that Taro’s cock had slipped out of her sheath. He snuggled close, so did Stefin and Anatol, all of them holding her tenderly.

  She resisted sleep, the same as they did, these moments too precious to waste. The vendors finally approached with steaks, chocolate and booze. Stefin threw back a shot of vodka. For Taro, it was whiskey, while Anatol sipped his wine. Zoe abstained, stuffing herself with chocolate as the guys gorged on steaks, replenishing the fuel they’d burned.

  Filled, they went at it again. This time, they chained Zoe to a single post, arms above her head, her ass to them. They punished her with leather straps and then suckled the marks, drawing moan after contented moan from her. Each of them took her twice more before they all fell in an exhausted heap on the bed, limbs tangled, mouths hanging open, too tired to move.

  A noise Zoe didn’t recognize drifted close and then away, close then—

  She woke abruptly, surprised that she’d passed out and was on the bed alone. Struggling to one elbow, she glanced behind her. Those seats were empty except for a few demons who were sprawled across them, possibly drunk, many of them snoring loudly.

  She recalled hearing a sound before she’d awakened. Them sawing wood?

  The noise came again, rising and falling, reminding her of whispered conversations. Suddenly, someone laughed throatily. Despite the deep sound, it hadn’t come from a male demon.

  Zoe rolled over and stared. Stefin, Anatol and Taro sat at the far end of the platform, well away from her. They were nude, their boots, tights and capes forgotten near the mattress. Surrounding them were a group of babes all gorgeous and built, their hair and eyes in a rainbow of colors. A blonde massaged Stefin’s shoulders, while a brunette played with Anatol’s dreadlocks. The one next to Taro had hair as black as Zoe’s. She kept running her fingers up and down Taro’s arm. Everyone chatted and laughed quietly.

  No one, especially her guys, looked Zoe’s way.

  A spasm of jealousy hit so hard she was briefly dizzy. Zoe pushed to her knees, an urge rising within her to shove those babes off the platform, away from what belonged to her. She didn’t move. Couldn’t. Stefin’s quiet laughter mingled with Taro and Anatol’s, their happiness obvious. They were enjoying themselves and she had no right to interfere. They weren’t even friends, merely temporary lovers. Their time together over now.

  That truth was in the way they’d so easily abandoned her.

  Unwilling to hang around and look like a fool, Zoe grabbed one of the capes and wrapped it around her nudity. She hurried down the steps and then stopped and turned back one last time.

  No one had noticed or cared that she’d left.

  Dashing through the tunnel, she reached the room where Rachel was still against the wall, sweating and swearing as the same demon refused to let her come.

  “Hey,” Zoe snapped, smacking his shoulder. “Do her right.”

  Flames rocketed in his eyes. “I am.”

  Typical guy. Clueless, selfish, a player when it came to women. “Let. Her. Come.”

  Swearing beneath his breath, he went at Rachel with renewed vigor. After screeching her release, she sagged against the wall, her limbs trembling. “Fuck.”

  “Keep doing it that way,” Zoe ordered, her frustration mounting. Despite that, smoke didn’t pour from her hair and shoulders as
it usually did. Tears filled her eyes instead. “That’s what women want. Consistency. Trust. Someone to depend on.”

  “Zo?” Rachel struggled to keep her lids open. “What are you doing here? Where’s your posse? What happened?”

  Everything and nothing. Zoe lifted her hand in farewell as she rushed away, passing through the section with the writhing lovers, then the one where the stoners were still humping, and finally the arch were the riffraff continued to dangle, all of them lost in their own world and pleasure. With the cape held tightly to her throat, Zoe retraced the path she and the guys had taken. A creature darted through the shadows, this one on a single arm and two legs that gave it a weird gait.

  She swiped her tears away and hollered, “If you’re looking for a makeover, give From Crud to Stud a try. We’ll turn you around in no time.”

  She’d personally see to the creature’s transformation. Work was all that she had left. Weeping, Zoe stumbled into the closet elevator, closed the door and whispered, “Take me back, please.”

  The enclosure whooshed skyward so quickly she had to hang on to the grates to keep on her feet. Once the thing shimmied to a gentle stop, Zoe couldn’t let go. Head down, she scrunched her face, trying to stop her tears.

  The door flew open. Voices floated down the hall. Was it time to go back to work already? She’d hoped to have a few moments to pull herself together.

  No such luck. Freaking story of her life.

  Dragging out of the elevator, she held the cape tightly around herself, shoulders hunched. Three steps away from her office, footfalls sounded from behind her then stopped abruptly.

  Please go away.

  “Zoe?”

  Becca. Zoe ran her finger beneath her nose, slapped on a smile and turned, prepared to put on a show.

  Becca’s mouth sagged open. “Oh my God, what happened?”

  “Nothing. I mean, everything.” She forced a laugh. “Had a great time.”