His Play

I almost smiled to myself… were they joining in the play…? I froze, my eyes snapping open. Levi pulled away instantly, I cried out in frustration, my body shaking. “Please,” I whispered. “You all! You own me!” Louis took a cloth and tied it over my eyes. Darkness fell, and my body trembled with excitement. Not seeing made everything sharper—the sound of his steps, the brush of his fingers, even my own breath. He tied my wrists to the bedposts, strong but not painful, and I gasped softly, feeling how helpless I was now. I moaned, my body shaking under his control. Every touch was fire. Every second he delayed made me ache more. Finally, he pushed two fingers inside me, slow, deep. I gasped loudly, my legs pulling against the ropes, but I couldn’t close them. He moved his fingers steadily, twisting them just right, and I screamed his name. Louis kissed my temple and held me even closer. His voice was softer now. “Rest, darling. You belong here.” Their lips brushed my shoulders, my collarbone, moving in soft, teasing touches. I gasped, my chest rising high, the heat building between my legs. I wanted more. I wanted all of them. He leaned down, his hand grabbing my chin, tilting my head up. His eyes burned into mine. “Really?” Louis untied my wrists and removed the blindfold, his big hands gentle now. My wrists tingled where the ties had been, and as soon as the last knot came loose, I fell forward into his chest. He caught me easily, pulling me against him, his arms wrapping me up tight. “You do! You all!” I gasped. It was Sofia. “Olivia.”

His Play

I lay on the bed, my heart beating fast. Louis positioned himself in front of me, his eyes dark, heavy with lust. Levi and Lennox were close too, but they stayed back, waiting. I looked at Louis, my chest rising and falling, and I whispered, “Louis… I want you to… control me. Tie me. Blindfold me. I want it.” Louis groaned. “Levi, lick her. Slowly. Lennox, hold her legs open. Don’t stop until I say.” I could hear Levi groaning, Lennox growling, holding themselves back because Louis hadn’t given the word. My body was on fire, every nerve alive. “Louder!” “Yes, Alpha,” I whispered, my voice shaking. I breathed out slowly, my body melting in their warmth. My head rested on Louis’s shoulder, Levi’s arm circled my waist, and Lennox’s chest pressed to my back. For a while, there was nothing but their breathing, the steady rhythm calming me. Louis moved lower, kissing between my breasts, his hand squeezing one while his tongue circled the other. I arched my back, my body begging for more, but the ropes held me down. I pulled against them, helpless, needy. “Olivia, please… I need your help. It’s urgent.” Behind him, I heard Levi’s breath. Lennox’s soft growl. Louis’s voice cut through the air. “You two do not touch her until I give the word.” “Not yet,” Louis said firmly. He pulled back, and I whimpered at the loss. Then I felt the bed dip—Levi on one side, Lennox on the other. I could differentiate them through their scent. Louis’s voice commanded, “Kiss her. But nothing more.” “Good girl,” he said, slamming harder.

I gasped as Levi’s tongue slid over me, slow and teasing, while Lennox’s hands forced my thighs wide, keeping me open. I squirmed, but Louis’s hand pressed down on my stomach, pinning me. He silenced me with a kiss so rough it stole my breath. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers brushing me just enough to make me cry out. “You don’t get to need. You get what I give.” Louis leaned close, his lips brushing my ear. “You don’t come until I let you. Do you understand?”

Olivia’s POV

I cried, shaking, my body begging for release. He pulled his fingers out, and I heard him lick them clean. “Delicious,” he growled. Finally, Louis whispered in my ear, “Now, darling. Come for me.” “Master!” I screamed, my voice breaking. But just as I was about to break, Louis’s voice cut sharp. “Stop.” “Stay still,” he ordered. His other hand slapped my inner thigh, making me whimper. “If you move, I stop.” “Perfect,” he murmured against my ear. “Now, you belong to me.” “Yes, sir,” they said together. Then I felt him push my legs wider, his hard length pressing against me. He thrust in deep, filling me in one stroke, and I cried out, the ropes holding me as he pounded into me. His pace was hard, each thrust shaking the bed. Levi’s tongue worked harder, sucking, flicking, sending sparks racing through me. My moans filled the room. I was so close, trembling under the heat. “Mine,” he whispered, kissing me rough again. “Always mine.” “Say who owns you,” he growled, his hand wrapping around my throat lightly, forcing my head back. His lips curved into a slow smile, deep and dangerous. “You want to give yourself to me?” he asked, his voice low like thunder. “Yes,” I breathed out, my cheeks warm. “All of me.” A sharp whisper cut through my mind. And then— I felt his hands trail down my body, slow and teasing. He didn’t rush. He dragged his fingers over my skin, making me shiver. Then his lips touched my neck, sucking lightly before biting just enough to make me moan.

The ropes dug into my skin, the blindfold still tight, and all I could feel was Louis’s weight, his breath, his power. “Yes,” I begged. “Please, Louis… I need…” The moment the words left him, my whole body shattered. I screamed his name as waves of pleasure tore through me, harder than ever. My body shook, my breath broke, but Louis didn’t stop. He thrust deeper, riding me through it, until, with a low growl, he spilled inside me, his body pressing me down into the sheets. “Good girl,” he said, kissing me hard before pulling away. “Yes, sir,” they answered in unison. “Louis,” I begged, “please… I need-” Levi and Lennox moved closer, surrounding me. Levi kissed the side of my face softly, whispering, “You were perfect.” Lennox’s hand stroked my hair, strong and protective. I felt safe, wrapped up in all of them. Louis’s breath was hot against my ear. “Not yet, Olivia. Hold it.”