Page 44 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
“You have everything ready?” I asked, and both Ronan and Carey shot me a look that saidreally?’
I knew I was being an ass, but I couldn’t help it.
After talking to her, feeling her lips on ours, the three of us had hurried to get ready. We were each dressed in black suits with black dress shirts and ties. The only color we wore was the teal pocket square that would match everything in Room Thirty.
Ronan’s phone buzzed, distracting me from my anxiety as he pulled it out and glanced at the screen. “Room’s ready,” he murmured.
“Thank fuck,” I growled, and before I could take a step to pace again, the sound of the doorknob turning caught my attention.
The three of us stood straighter, dropping our hands to our sides as she stepped out of her bedroom. Her dark long hair that we were used to seeing pulled back in a ponytail or high bun in the office was flowing down her back and over her shoulders in soft gorgeous waves. Her lips were stained red. Like she had been sucking on a cherry popsicle or something. Her face was made up with light makeup because Serena was already naturally beautiful; she didn’t need to do much. Her body was covered up with a creamy beige trench coat I had picked out.
I breathed in deeply, catching the scent of her in the air immediately. Soft, subtle vanilla with hints of something else. Something almost floral and distinct to our little doll.
“You look beautiful,” I rasped.
“You guys, wow. You’re all so handsome,” she complimented.
We took turns approaching her. Kissing her on the cheek. I was the last one, and when I did, my hand took hers and I looked down at her big eyes. “You ready?”
“You have no idea.”
“Good girl.” I winked, and off we went.
When we walked out of the hotel, our driver was already there. Quietly, we slipped in. First our girl and then the three of us. The drive was quiet. Anticipation and desire felt almost electric in the backseat we shared. Thankfully, the hotel wasn’t too far from the club, and before I knew it, we were there.
We walked in with Carey leading the way, talking to the bouncer and then the girl in the front. She confirmed everything from the room to what was going on in the different areas of the club tonight. Reminding us that the universal safe word at Club Sin wasred.
After that, we walked into the place. Carey looked at us, and I leaned in closer to Serena, who was standing in front of me.
“Would you like a drink?” I offered, my words whispered, my lips touching the shell of her ear while my hand rested at her hip.
“I…” She paused as she looked around. The open space was painted in red light. It added an erotic feel to the space.
“I think I’m okay.” I shook my head, and Carey gave me another look. “Would you like to look around, Serena, or head up to our room?”
We were her daddies, in charge of her, but the ball was in her court right then.
“I think…” She swallowed and stepped back, pressing her perfect body against mine. “I think I’d like to go to our room." She turned her face. “Please, Daddy Fox?”
Fuck me! She was making my filthy fantasies reality without knowing it.
“Anything you want, princess.” I felt like the breath in my lungs wasn’t enough. Everything in me was primed and ready to do just that. Give her everything and anything she needed. Over and over.
Room,I mouthed, and Carey nodded.
He turned and walked in front of us, clearing the way for us through the crowds, weaving through the hedonism of all different levels. Couples dancing in different phases of nudity.
Sensual, depraved things were happening around us. Women on their knees pleasuring their men right in front of anyone, men going down on their women, couples fucking, rutting into one another. The sounds of pleasure echoed against the walls of the club as we walked by, but nothing caught my eye.
Nothing existed. Nothing could tear my eyes off the woman in front of me.
I was laser-focused on the back of her head and that of the two other men who would help me make her scream out our names as many times as we could squeeze out of her.
I adjusted my hard dick mid-step, squeezing the fucker who wouldn’t calm down. And much less in a place that smelled like sex and ecstasy.
Soonwas fucking finally here.
I just hoped that with all this fucking waiting and not getting off all goddamn day, we wouldn’t embarrass ourselves in front of her. We didn’t want our perfect little doll to think we were one-pump chumps. I squeezed my length again. My jaw clenched tightly, letting the pain feed the hungry monster inside of me. Thankfully, if one of us went too quickly, there were two up and ready to take our place.