Claimed by the Trillionaires (Menage for Mankind Book 5) (7 page)

Chapter Ten

Dressed in a clean robe, Sarah followed Trystan into the kitchen for supper.  Franklin hovered beside the table.  He was careful to avert his eyes when Sarah walked in. 

"What are we having?" Trystan asked as he held a chair out for Sarah before taking his seat. 

"Chicken parmesan with angel hair pasta," Franklin said quickly.  "Everyone seemed to enjoy the Italian for lunch, so I thought we'd try it again for supper." 

Sarah inhaled deeply of the delicious scent.  "It's wonderful, Franklin.  Thank you."  She bowed her head and said a quick prayer of thanks for her food as she had before every meal she'd ever eaten.  When she looked up she saw all of the men staring at her.  She blushed but didn't apologize for who she was.

"I get the pleasure of staying home with you tomorrow," Brice told her.  "I'm glad I'll have the chance to get to know you better."

She looked at him with her head tilted to one side.  "Is that why you're taking turns staying with me?  To get to know me better?"

Brice nodded.  "We each want some private time with you."

Sarah wasn't certain she believed him, but she nodded.  "I'd like to have a little time to work on my schoolwork tomorrow," she told him.

"Of course!" 

After they'd finished eating, Trystan took Sarah by the hand and led her to the group sex room.  "Are you ready for our game?" he asked.

She nodded slowly.  She really wasn't certain if she was ready, but she was willing to try.  "What's the game?"

Trystan pulled the silk scarf from his pocket, and she recognized it as the one he'd used that morning.  She swallowed hard, knowing he'd be blindfolding her again.  She had enjoyed it when it was just the two of them, but all four?  Could she handle it?

He walked around and sat on the bed beside her, tying the blindfold around her head.  "Can you see?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.

"No, not at all." 

She felt a hand take hers and pull her to her feet.  Hands cupped her face and kissed she felt lips pressing against hers.  When the mouth was lifted, she heard a whisper.  "Who kissed you?"

Sarah's eyes widened.  "Brice?" she questioned.

The robe was pushed off her shoulders, and a naked male body pressed up against her back, cupping her breasts.  "Who's touching you?"

"Jaron," she said, feeling more positive this time.

She was led to the bed and pushed onto her back, her hands caught and tied.  "Turn your head toward me, and open your mouth."

She did as commanded, and felt a cock slide between her lips, thrusting in and out twice.  "Who did you just taste?"

"Trystan?"  Oh, she wasn't good at this!  What would they do if she was wrong?

Someone sat beside her on the other side of the bed.  "Don't worry...your punishment will be pleasure, not pain.  For every answer you get wrong, you will get another orgasm."

Sarah turned her head toward the man who'd whispered to her.  "How many wrong so far?"  How many times would she be fucked tonight?  How many ways?

"Only one so far," came the answer.  "So now for your first punishment.  RoboDick, pussy hard and fast."

The four men watched from different corners of the room as Sarah thrashed on the bed, pleasured by the toy.  When she cried out her pleasure, they were all smiling.  Each of them had a raging hard-on that he planned on using on the sweet woman.

Sarah was panting as she waited for what would come next.  She felt a man kneel between her spread legs.  Her hips were lifted onto hard thighs, and a cock was thrust hard into her pussy.  "Who's fucking you, Sarah?" 

Sarah smiled.  She knew the answer to this one, but should she pretend she didn't so she could get an orgasm?  She decided to play along and tell the truth.  "Jaron."

The penis was removed from her channel and she was left alone on the bed.  Another body laid down on the bed with her.  Her nipple was caught and sucked hard.  Too hard.  It hurt. 

"Who's sucking you?"

"Houston," she answered.  She knew it was him.  He was the only one who ever hurt her, even though she didn't think he meant to.

She was left alone. A hand moved between her thighs, and fingers were pushed into her? 

"Whose fingers are in your pussy?"

Sarah held her breath, unsure of the answer.  "Brice?" she guessed.

"RoboDick, Sarah's pussy, hard and fast."

So she'd been wrong.  She was doing well, though.  She squirmed and squealed as the toy brought her to pleasure.  How long would they use toys on her and not their cocks?  She knew when they were done with the toys, they'd all use their cocks.  She just hoped she could handle that.  She arched her back, her hips coming off the bed as she cried out. 

Her hands were released from their bindings, and she was flipped to her stomach.  "On your hands and knees."

She didn't question.  She didn't know where the next cock would go, but she knew there would be one soon.

She felt the bed dip in front of her.  Then it dipped behind her.  A cock pressed against her ass, pushing deep.  She cried out.  It was lubricated, but her ass hadn't been readied.  From beside the bed she heard, "Who's in your ass, Sarah?"

"Brice."  She knew that one.  It was the first time she'd felt that cock in her ass.

The cock was removed immediately.  She felt a cock touch her lips, and she opened her mouth to allow it entrance.  "Whose cock is in your mouth, Sarah?"  It was removed so she could answer.  "Houston."

Another man knelt behind her, entering her pussy and thrusting many times, hard and fast, until she was on the edge of orgasm before stopping.  "Who's fucking you?"

She didn't want to answer correctly, because she needed to finish.  But did she dare lie?  "Houston," she whispered.

There was a laugh from behind her.  "She deliberately answered wrong so I'd finish her!" Jaron exclaimed. 

Sarah blushed.  "Please!  I need to climax."

Jaron pulled out of her.  "Game just changed," he announced.  "Anytime you get an answer right, you get your climax.  Wrong, and we bring you to the edge and stop."

Sarah groaned.  She'd known almost every time, though.  She could do this.  She waited for someone to touch her but no one did.  She moaned.  "So you're going to make me wait
now
?"  She needed to be finished!

"Yes, you're waiting now," a voice whispered from beside her.

Sarah swallowed hard, not willing to wait.  She took a chance.  "RoboDick, fuck my pussy hard and fast!"

In seconds the toy was inside her thrusting away.  It only took a few strokes and she squealed her pleasure.

"RoboDick, off!" Jaron's voice sounded angry to her.  She knew she'd cheated, but they couldn't leave her in that state.

The four men stood for a moment, no one touching her just gazing at her.  Jaron motioned with his head to the door, and they all convened in the hall with the door closed.  "Do we punish her for real?" Jaron asked, shaking his head.  "I can't believe she did that!"

Trystan grinned.  "I'm glad she's going after what she needs!"

"Yes, but she cheated.  Twice!"  Brice was inclined to agree with Jaron.  The woman needed to be punished.

"So how do you want to punish her?" Trystan asked, willing to hear the others out.

"I want to spank her," Houston said quickly.  "I'm dying to get my hand on her ass."  He'd seen movies where women were spanked, and he loved the idea of paddling their blond beauty's ass like she deserved.

Trystan shook his head.  "We're not raising a hand to her."

Jaron pursed his lips.  He had no desire to hit her either.  "We could all take turns in her, not letting her climax.  When she screams and begs for it, we all go as long as we can, making her come and come.  And when we're worn out, let RoboDick work on her.  Force her to climax over and over."

"I'm more willing to go with that," Trystan said.  He looked at Brice.  "What do you think?"

"I think she did exactly what we should have expected her to do.  If we punish her, though, I'm with you guys.  We make her climax until she just can't stand anymore."

Trystan nodded.  "Let's do it.  And this is how!"  He whispered to the others and once they were all agreed, they entered the room.

Sarah was still on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed.  She hadn't moved an inch.  Houston moved between her spread legs, and pushed inside her.  He counted out his thrusts, paying careful attention to her breathing.  He counted to twenty thrusts, and as her breathing quickened, he pulled out.  He was breathless himself.  He wanted to finish.  This was a stupid game, and he was angry that he hadn't been allowed to spank her and finish himself off.

Trystan sat beside Sarah stroking her back.  When she was breathing normally again, he nodded to Jaron, who knelt between her thighs. 

Jaron gripped her hips in his hands, entering her quickly and thrusting away until she started to quicken, and then he pulled out, moving to the side.  He groaned.  This was harder than he'd imagined it would be.

Again, they waited for her to calm before Brice took his turn.  And then Trystan.  And then it was Houston's turn again.

Sarah withstood the punishment for longer than anyone had expected.  When Houston thrust into her for his third turn, she started to beg.  "Please, Houston.  I need you to fuck me until I climax!  I can't do this again.  Please!"

Houston grinned, happy that she knew him from the others.  He went nuts, not really caring if she climaxed as long as he did.  It only took him ten strokes before he was spilling his seed inside her.

Sarah wasn't yet finished, and she groaned aloud wanting to scream.  "Please someone finish me!"

Brice knelt behind her, determined to bring her to at least one orgasm.  He was on the edge too, with all the toying, but he wasn't going to let her down.  He plunged into her softness, fucking her as hard as he could, knowing that's what she would prefer.  When she arched her back and screamed he considered it a personal achievement, and he kept pumping, trying to finish her a second time.

Sarah was thrilled when they finally let her climax, but she was surprised that Brice was still going at her so hard.  Were they actually going to let her climax more than once?

When she clenched around him a second time, Brice let himself go, pouring his seed into her.  He pulled out and moved away, panting.  He was quite proud of how long he'd lasted.

Jaron took his place, thrusting in quickly and pumping at her.  Sarah moved back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust.  They'd held back for too long, and she felt as if she'd die if she didn't get more. 

Jaron was too tense to last long.  He managed to hold out until she climaxed once, but her tightening around him was the end for him.  He groaned and moved away to the couch to watch.

Trystan had taken the time to go get a washcloth, and he carefully bathed Sarah's pussy.  "Is it getting sore, baby?"

Sarah nodded.  "Very sore."

"It probably should be."  He tossed the washcloth aside as he guided himself to her channel, thrusting inside with one solid stroke.  He reached forward to grip her shoulders and pulled her back further until he was as deep as he could go.  Only then did he start thrusting, his balls banging against her clit with every thrust.

Sarah moaned, loving the extra deep penetration.  "Oh, Trystan, that feels so good!" she squealed.

She climaxed twice before he realized he couldn't last much longer.  Not wanting to finish before her, he reached down and grasped her clit between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing it quickly. 

That was all it took for Sarah.  She cried out, and dug her fingers into the bedspread, finally finished. 

Trystan pumped twice more, and shot his seed into her, hoping it wouldn't yet take root.  He wanted children, but first he wanted to have his wild horny wife for a while.

He pulled out and sat beside her on the bed, ready to put phase three of her punishment into play.  "RoboDick, Sarah's pussy.  Hard and fast."

He watched as the toy flew through the air into her, pounding away.  He sat beside her on the bed, drinking in every sound she made as the toy worked in and out of her.  The first time she climaxed, she squealed.  The second time was more of a tired moan.  The third was simply a groan. 

The fourth?  "I can't do this anymore!"

At those words, Trystan decided twice more would be enough.  He held up two fingers to his friends and both Jaron and Brice nodded immediately.  Houston shook his head, holding up five fingers.  Trystan shook his head, holding up two.  Brice and Jaron held up two.  Houston could tell he was outnumbered and got up and left the room, obviously annoyed with them.

Trystan was worried about leaving Sarah alone with Houston.  He was acting oddly.

They watched as Sarah climaxed twice more, and then Trystan ordered RoboDick to stop.  The toy flew out and landed on his hand, and he cleaned it with the washcloth, before once again cleaning his wife's pussy.

Scooping her into his arms, he carried her into his room, and lay her on the bed.  He leaned down and kissed her forehead, removing her blindfold.  "Don't defy us again," he whispered.