Brooklyn ~92~

                                    

                                          
WARNING: Nipple clamps, bondage, vibrator, praise, blindfold, gagging, floggers, deprivation of [sight, speech, and touch]
Arriving at the club, I had completely forgotten about how luxurious it was. I still remember how shocked I was when I was told the monthly price. But now here I am, walking in with not one, not two, but three of its owners. 
Callan had his hand on my lower back, his warm palm burning me through the giant coat I wore to keep warm. And keep other's eyes away. We didn't walk through the normal reception area, instead, we went through a back door that led us right to an elevator. 
The doors shut and the regular boring elevator music played. I stare at the ground, the strappy heels I wore making my knees shake even more due to the orgasms I had a while ago. 
My eyes focused on the black dress shoes that turned and faced me. He walked closer, his ring-clad hands moving to my coat, pulling the sashes out of the knots. I looked up at him, admiring how he looked in his suit. Zachary's hands rested on my hips and his mouth was on my neck right after. 
They were all dressed in suits, a complete contrast to what I wore. I wore a beige trench coat to hide the black and red lingerie I wore under. Atticus had bought it just for tonight. It was lacey and strappy. A two-piece that could also be considered a one-piece.
Spaghetti straps on my shoulders that held up the lacey and revealing bra. The sides of the bra had straps that wrapped around my ribcage and my stomach, connecting the top to the underwear. The panties could be considered a piece of thread if we're being honest. Then finally, a garter belt that pulled everything together. 
As for the guys, Atticus only wore his dress pants and a white shirt which had the first few buttons undone. Callan had on his suit jacket but matched Atticus with the shirt. Zachary was the only one who had his suit somewhat full. He wore the complete suit, tailored to perfection. 
Except for the tie that hung loosely around his neck. 
And the singular button that teased the view of his collarbones.
"Red really is your color." Zachary murmured against my neck, pulling away to admire the mess of hickeys he left on my throat. I panted softly, my eyes widening when the elevator opened. I quickly tried to cover myself with the coat but Zachary's hands stopped me. "Just us here. No one else is allowed on this floor."
I nod softly, my mind easing a little. I was being led into a room I hadn't noticed the last time I was here. But then again, that was a few months ago. Walking in, my heart begins to race when my eyes land on the familiar material. 
Aerial silks. 
I look at Callan in shock, his eyes on me and a smirk on his face. I couldn't help but smile, the memories of dancing amongst silk filling my soul. I doubt I'd be any good at it since I haven't touched them in a while.
"Put on a show for us, yes?" Atticus asked, his question sounding more like an order. My heart was beating in my ears and my face was flushed. 
"I don't- Can I warm up..?" I ask softly, not wanting to pull a muscle up there and ruin the night. They all nod and enter the room further, sitting on the three cushioned chairs that faced the silks. I take off my coat, bending to remove my shoes when I hear a noise of disagreement. I stand straight and look at them. There's no way they expect me to do this in heels. Especially when I'm rusty at this. I sigh and stretch out my limbs. 
Warming up felt kind of embarrassing knowing that they were watching my every move. After a few minutes of stretching, I approach the silk, wrapping it around my palm and smiling fondly. I tested how stable it was before pulling myself up. It took me a second to remember what methods to use until when everything came flowing back to me. 
Like a placid river. 
I grin when the music starts to play, the rhythm flowing through me as I wrap the silk around my arms and kick my leg up, hooking it into the ropes and holding on tightly until I can get the other silk wrapped around me correctly. Once I do, I wait for the crescendo in the music before I let myself fall. 
The thrill of falling from so high made my heart race. This all felt so familiar. So good. I get a great idea, letting myself sink off of the silks and onto my knees, I face them before grabbing one of the silks and flicking it, grabbing both ends to make it look like a curtain. 
I slowly stand to my feet as both of the curtains sway around me. I grin cheekily at them before turning my back, the silks covering me. When they started to move off of me, I began removing the little bit of clothes I had on, hearing a low groan come from where they were seated.
Before I could tease them further and shimmy out of the underwear, my wrists were grabbed and held above my head by Callan, his eyes dark and menacing. I had to tilt my head back to make eye contact. He grabs one of the silks and begins tying my arms and wrists with it. Zachary stands and grabs the twin silk, pulling on it slowly which causes my arms to rise further above my head. 
They had planned this perfectly. 
One thing led to another and a small vibrator buzzed to life in Callan's hand. He stepped closer, cupping my cunt with his hand and rubbing agonizing circles on my clit before slipping the vibrator into me, using my underwear to keep it in. My moans were cut off by a ball gag being placed in my mouth and tied behind my head. 
That's when I realized what was going to happen. 
They were going to fuck me till I couldn't walk anymore.
The next thing I knew, a blindfold was placed over my eyes. They were taking away my senses. They were turning me into their fuck doll. And for some reason that didn't bother me in the slightest. I trusted them with my body. And that trust was limitless.
The vibrator inside me was accompanied by someone's fingers rubbing circles on my clit, making me moan around the gag. I wanted to see who was touching me. I wanted to see who was about to make me come again. 
My body jerks forward when I feel something swat my thigh, the multiple strings of leather were the indicator of a flogger. My bra was pulled down a little and the familiar feeling of the nipple clamps made my body flush.
They were fully preparing me. The thrill of it all made my blood gush. I was excited, aroused, scared, and eager to know what was going to happen next. I feel something small slip between my fingers, making me furrow my eyebrows.
"You will press the clicker three times when you want to stop. Since you are mute, your safewords will not work here. Three times to stop everything. Understood?" Zachary said firmly, his voice making my stomach flip, adding to the sensation of what was happening between my legs. I whine softly and nod. "Words."
I whimper softly and attempt to say 'yes, sir' whilst being gagged, only resulting in drool dripping down my chin and an incoherent sentence clashing with the ball. 
"You look so pretty like this. All tied up, gagged, and ready for us to do whatever we want with you." Callan praises. His words rang through my ears and right down to the core of my stomach, making me whimper. 
"So fuckable." Atticus murmured lowly, his voice right behind me. My thigh was swatted once again, this time with a bit more force. I whine softly, letting my head fall forward as my orgasm gets closer, only to be denied.
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