Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) (10 page)

Owl came up behind me. He didn’t touch me. He didn’t speak. He rested his head against mine. I felt his breath on my ear as Eagle put a vibrator inside Ellie.

My own core ached to be filled with the vibe Owl had given me to practice with. I’d only used it twice today; when I woke up and just after lunch. I’d assumed we’d be playing together tonight in his bed. But I was getting the idea that the scene before me was my orgasmic preparation for the rest of the night.

Owl’s arms came around me. He wrapped me up in a tight hug and then rested his hands on my waist. He didn’t push himself into me from behind. That was me. I rested my ass against his erection, seeking some source of relief from the constant pitter-patter of my eager pussy.

We stayed like that; quietly wrapped up in each other as we watched Ellie come and come some more at the hands of Eagle and his vibe. Then Crow and his tongue. Then Crow and Eagle, forming a human centipede, with one dick in Ellie’s pussy and another in her mouth.

All this while Hawk sat by and watched. His expression was one of pure delight and joy as he watched his girl get worked over until she was near to passing out from all the pleasure. Ellie’s eyes were glued on Hawk as she sucked and fucked his friends. The two couldn’t stop staring at each other. And they all did it out in the open. No closed doors. No lying or hiding.

When Crow and Eagle were done with Ellie, they handed her back to Hawk who curled her up in his lap and stroked her hair. With Ellie’s eyes closed he didn’t bother to mask his adoration of her.

“Hey Owl, you wanna fuck?” A naked brunette made her way over to us.

“No, thank you,” he said. “My girlfriend’s here with me.”

The entire room went out of focus for me. He’d told me that it was fine if I wanted to call him my boyfriend, but this was the first time he’d claimed me as his girlfriend. Hearing that one word, my pussy throbbed so hard I thought I was about to come right there.

“Does she wanna fuck?” The brunette eyed me.

“No, I’m going to take care of her.” Owl used that tone of voice again. The soft steel that appeared pliable. “Don’t I, Kira? Don’t I always take care of you?”

His words, his voice, they each wrapped around me tighter than his arms ever could. But looking up, looking around the room at all the faces staring back at us, watching me, I struggled against his hold on me.

“Isn’t this what you wanted, Shakira? For every one to know that we’re together, that I’m your man, and you’re my girl?”

God, he did know me. He had been paying attention. He was giving me exactly what I wanted, but in a way I’d never expected to receive it. He’d turned down a sexual request right in front of me. He’d staked his claim out in the open, in front of all his friends. He’d called me his girlfriend. He’d said I was his man.

He brought me back into his arms and turned me to face Eagle and Crow working over another girl. She was laid stretched out on the couch, her head arched over the armrest. Crow kneeled on the armrest plunging his dick into her mouth while tweaking her nipples.

“You see Crow’s fingers on her breasts, baby? See him making those tight little circles like you like? Imagine how hard her nipples are.”

Owl’s hands were nowhere near my breasts but my nipples tightened into little points instantly. I ached for relief. I arched my chest up, but he didn’t move his hands.

Instead he used his hands to turn my hips a little to the right. The girl’s body was stretched out on the couch and between her thighs I saw the cord of a vibe snaking out. Her body pulsed in time to Eagle thrusting into her ass.
 

“She’s got the same vibe you use. Can you see her pussy quivering from here? Think about how your toy feels inside of you. Think about me turning up the dial to high.”

Everyone in the room faded except for Eagle, Crow, and the sound of Owl’s voice in my ear. I no longer saw the girl lying between the two men. It was now me on that couch getting worked over by two other men while Owl whispered in my ear.

Crow tilted
my
head back as he plunged his dick all the way down
my
throat until
I
gurgled. Eagle rimmed
my
ass with the thick head of his cock. It was
my
body that was trembling and shaking from both ends.
 

“Are you cheating if you enjoy watching them? Does it make you want to fuck me any less? Or does it make you want to fuck me more?”

More. It made me want Owl more. I stopped struggling and squirmed in an altogether different way.

“I could watch you get fucked like that, baby. Watch you get high just like Eagle and Crow made Ellie high, just like they’re making that girl high. As long as you remember who it belongs to. That pussy doesn’t come without my say so.”

Just Owl saying the world come had me whimpering. The thought of his friends surrounding me like that, giving their undivided attention to my pleasure, suddenly I couldn’t remember what my objections were.

“But you said I couldn’t come with another man,” I protested. “You want your boys to fuck me without satisfying me?”

“You used to fuck all the time without coming, Kira. Shit like that doesn’t go down here. A woman always leaves satisfied. I want to show you that you can have a satisfying fuck without coming.”

I had no interest in fucking without coming. I was about to tell him so when something caught the corner of my eye. The woman who’d offered to fuck Owl a moment ago, she still stood near us. Her hand was in her pussy as she leaned against the wall. Her eyes were locked on Owl’s mouth, listening to him speak to me. I saw her chest rise and fall rapidly as she approached her orgasm all because of his voice.

I stopped squirming in the good way. The thought of Owl with another woman sent a cold sliver of water down my spine and between my legs. Owl noticed my stiffness and let me go. I turned to face him.

“Did you bring me here to butter me up?” I asked. “So, I’d get with the program of you fucking other girls?”

Owl tilted his head to the side and sighed. I felt like I was on a high stakes game show and I’d just gotten the million dollar question wrong.

“I brought you here to share with you something I enjoy,
”
he said.
“
I wanted you to learn more about me and my needs tonight.”
 

I looked around the room at the fucking orgy that was in full swing. I watched the strangers open themselves up to whoever was available and then move on after they were done. “Owl, I don’t think I can do this.”

“I haven’t asked you to do anything but come for me and only me.” He reached out his hand. “Come on, let’s go.”

I clenched my fingers into a fist and dug my heels into the hardwood floors.

“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do, Kira. Just let me show you.”
 

“Where are we going?”

“To my bedroom.”

Chapter Thirteen

Owl led me back through the kitchen, and down the steps into the basement. There were only a few steps on the stairs. From the top of the stairs I saw a spacious room. There was a black dresser, which looked as though it could be in a show room. It was spotless and orderly with every toiletry lined up by width and height. Every item of jewelry was arranged by precious metal. In another corner was a workout area where the weights were all lined up according to size. The bed was not only made, the corners were up to military par.

“Sit down on the bed,” Owl commanded.

I came down the stairs and made my way over to his bed. In the only window of the room sat plants. Not leafy plants. They were small trees. Bonsai trees I guessed. Owl’s small tools for the miniature trees were in the same perfect alignment as was each branch and leaf of the trees.

Owl bent down and took off my shoes. He held one of my heels in his hands and then massaged the ball and center of my foot. “Relax.”

I’d been holding myself up by my elbows. When Owl’s thumbs kneaded the ball of my foot, I collapsed back onto the bed. My head rolled to the side as he concentrated his fingers between each of my toes. I could still hear the sounds of music and pleasure from the open door that led up stairs.

“You left the door open.”

Owl switched his attention to my other foot, ignoring my comment. “You keep expecting me to leave you, to lie to you, to betray you. I have no intention of doing any of those things, Shakira.” His fingers worked at pushing that statement into my thick skull starting from the bottoms of my feet. “Would you like to know why I won’t?"

He didn’t wait for my answer. He rose and went to the top drawer of his dresser. When he turned back around he had a length of rope in his hands.

“What are you planning to do with that?” I said.

He smirked. “What do you think?”
 

“Owl, you know my people have issues with rope and bonds.”

He let out a laugh. “That’s only because they weren’t tied up by one of my people.” He reached for my hands, his eyes asking for permission.

I looked from him to the ropes and then back again. “So bondage is your kink?”

“Control is my kink. Control of your pleasure. Controlling your orgasm. Controlling the intensity.”

“Of course,” I said with another glance around his orderly room. “You’re a control freak.”

“I’m no different than you and your can of pens,” he grinned. “Monogamy is a fetish. You deny yourself contact with other partners. You only allow them to release with you. How’s your need for control different from mine?”

“Mine is more socially acceptable.”

Owl smirked. “Yeah, but society lies about being faithful and then they have to hide their needs, and their shame at going out and fulfilling those needs. I’m not hiding anything from you. I’ve told you what I want, what I need.”

I looked again at the rope in his hands. When I handed him my wrists his smirk turned serious. He took my hands in his.
 

“This is why I’m not going anywhere, Kira. I’m not going anywhere as long as we’re honest about what we need and we’re fulfilling each other’s needs.” He ran the silk over my wrists and looped the ends into a knot. “I’m not playing a game with you. In games somebody has to lose. We do this together and we both get to win.”

He pulled the knot tight. The threads of the rope licked at the soft spot on the underside of my wrists.

“You want to feel secure?” He latched the end of the rope to the headboard of the bed, stretching my arms over my head. “I’ll give you security, baby. You want my undivided attention?” He chuckled softly as he ran his hand over my neck sending shivers down my spine. “You might come to regret that in a few hours.”

I heard a creak from above. Someone was standing on the top of the stairs. They were in the shadows and I couldn’t see their faces.

“They don’t matter,” said Owl. “They’re the game. You and me, we’re what’s real here.”

Despite Owl’s words, my eyes clung to the shadow on the stairs.
 

“Eyes on me.” He used that tone of soft steel.

My eyes immediately found his. My hands were tied to the bed. My legs spread wide, but my skirt covered me. Owl sat down on the bed to obstruct the view of the onlookers.

“I’ll untie you if you tell me to,” he said in his quiet, soothing voice as his fingers played with the elastic of my panties. “I don’t do that safe word bullshit. No, means no. But understand, that if I untie you, I will not be fucking you tonight.”
 

“What?” The shadow on the stairs became hazy to my focused eyes.

“And you will not be allowed to come or play with yourself later when you get home.”

“But I can’t come without you inside me, or touching me, or talking to me.”

The smile that spread across Owl’s face was a mix of cruelty and possessiveness. It’s what I imagined the devil would look like if he’d trapped an angel and was about to torture her.

Owl yanked the elastic band of my panties. The material fell away and his fingers were inside me, all in one quick motion. “Tell me who it belongs to, Kira.”

He curled his fingers upward and hit that spot that made my toes curl. My world shrunk down to his two fingers. Words failed me.

“This is mine, Kira.”

He stroked his fingers hard and fast inside me. I’d been on edge all night, all day. An orgasm instantaneously sprang to the forefront. It pushed back against his fingers, begging to be set free.

But he wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t give me the extra pressure I needed. He kept me right on the edge. There was nothing I could do to get the extra bit of friction I needed. With my arms tied over my head, I scratched futilely at the headboard. My heels dug into the mattress, but Owl used his body weight to hold me down.

He took his fingers out. They were soaked with my juices, so much so it dripped down the sides. Owl put his fingers in his mouth. He closed his eyes and suckled.
 

“Owl please,” I was in tears.
 

“This pussy, every drop that comes out of it, all belongs to me. Isn’t that right, baby.” It wasn’t a question. He stated a fact and dared me to deny it.

“Please,” I whimpered. “I want to come. I need to come.”

“Not yet, baby. Let it build.”

Let it build? The pressure was stacked up against my hair follicles.

“Fucking bastard.” The voice came from the door. “Let the girl come.”

The dark shadows that had been in the doorway, the ones I’d been so concerned about moments ago, came down the stairs. My fogged brain recognized Crow and Eagle. Crow had a bath towel wrapped around his waist. Eagle had on a pair of low-slung jeans, unbuttoned. His happy trail grinned back at me above the line of his waistband.

“Want me to suck your breasts, Shakira?” Crow leaned over me. “I can make you come.”

I was delirious enough to consider it.

“I’d love to eat that pretty pussy out. Been a minute since I had some prime, dark chocolate.” Eagle winked at me.

“No we’re good,” said Owl. “We’re exclusive. Isn’t that right, Kira?”

The three of them joked back and forth about that word and its meaning; exclusive. I heard none of it. Owl’s thumb brushed my clit back and forth, light as a feather. Tremors broke out over my body, small quakes that would register low or not at all on a Richter scale.