Chapter 45 :A Night for Three in a Hotel Room (Part 5)
New York, Manhattan, Greenwich village – Alex's POV
A sudden, desperate whimper broke the tension. Mary Jane, still on her hands and knees, shifted suddenly, her body trembling as she turned slightly to face us. Her face was flushed, her lips parted, and her eyes—those big, pleading eyes—were locked on mine. Her voice, soft and trembling but filled with an unexpected boldness, cut through the silence.
"Please," she begged, her words breathless and raw. "Please, Master... use me. I need you. I need your cock. I can't take this anymore." Her hips shifted, her wetness glistening under the dim light, and her hands reached back to spread herself wider, inviting me in. "Make me yours again. Forget everything else. Just... just fuck me. Please."
The room seemed to hold its breath. Gwen's lips parted in surprise, her gaze flicking between Mary Jane and me. For a moment, the tension between us shattered, replaced by something electric—something primal.
I turn my full attention to Mary Jane. Her audacity should have pissed me off, but instead, it lit a fire in my veins. "You want it that bad, huh?" I growled, stepping closer to her. My hand gripped her hip, hard enough to make her whimper. "You think you can interrupt and demand anything from me?"
"I—I'm sorry, Master," she stammered, but her body betrayed her words, arching back toward me, her pussy glistening and begging for attention. "I just... I need you. I need your cock. Please... punish me if you have to, but don't stop. Don't stop using me."
I glanced back at Gwen, my jaw tight, my dominance smoldering in my gaze. "This isn't over," I said, my voice low and dangerous. "But right now, your little pawn just reminded me where my focus belongs."
Gwen's lips curved into a slow, sly smile, her fingers already moving back to her clit. "By all means, Alex," she purred, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "Go ahead and take what's yours."
I didn't hesitate. Gripping Mary Jane's hips, I slammed myself back into her with a growl, the sound of our bodies connecting echoing through the room. She cried out, her back arching, her hands scrabbling at the sheets as I began to pound into her with relentless force.
The conversation wasn't over. But for now, Mary Jane had given me exactly what I needed—a distraction, a release, and a reminder of who was truly in control.
Mary Jane gasped, her head snapping up. "Ngh! Ah!"
"Did I give you permission to speak, you dumb fuckhole?" I growled, my hand coming down on her ass, leaving a red handprint. She shook her head wildly, tears of frustration and ecstasy welling in her eyes.
Gwen's icy tone cut through the lingering tension like a blade. "Ignore her," she said, her voice dripping with condescension. "She's just a set of holes trying to remember her purpose. Now, the money. You said you had a project?"
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to focus despite the heat still coursing through my veins. Mary Jane's desperate whimpers faded into the background as Gwen's words brought me back to reality. The argument wasn't resolved, but it was shelved—for now.
"Almost done," I managed, my voice steadier than I expected. "A big one. It'll solve everything. We'll get the house. We can start looking… fuck… seriously."
Gwen's lips curved into a faint smile, her fingers trailing lazily over her clit as she watched me resume my rhythm inside Mary Jane. The tension between us hadn't disappeared, but it had shifted—softened, just enough to let the conversation flow again.
"Good," Gwen purred, her tone more relaxed now, though her eyes still burned with that knowing glint.
For now, we were back on track. The argument was tabled, the tension eased, and the conversation about the harem resumed—though the unspoken hung heavy in the air between us, a promise neither of us was ready to fully address just yet.
My pace increased. I was fucking her properly now, my hips pistoning, driving into her with a force that shook the entire bed. Mary Jane's silent pleas were written in the tense line of her back, the white-knuckled grip on the sheets, the way her ass pushed back against me, begging for more even as she tried to obey and stay quiet.
I snaked my hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to cut her air, to make her vision dance. Her internal muscles clamped down on me like a vice, a silent, desperate scream of pleasure.
"Now, Gwen," I grunted, my own orgasm roaring up my spine. "Tell her what to say. Tell this dumb bitch how to beg for my cum."
Gwen was on the edge herself, her body taut. "Tell him, Mary Jane!" she demanded, her voice sharp and commanding. "Tell your king what you need! Beg him for it! Now!"
The permission to break her silence unleashed everything she'd been holding back. The words poured out of her, a raw, screaming litany of submission.
"Tell her, Gwen," I growled, my voice dripping with dominance as my hips pistoned into Mary Jane's trembling body. "Make this desperate little slut beg for what she really wants. Make her say it all."
Gwen's hand moved faster over her clit, her eyes locked on the spectacle before her. Her voice was sharp, commanding, and laced with cruel amusement. "Listen carefully, you pathetic cunt. You're going to beg for everything you've ever fantasized about. Every filthy thought you've ever had in that worthless head of yours. You're going to scream it. Now, tell him!"
Mary Jane's body shuddered, her back arching as she surrendered completely to Gwen's command. "Please, Alex! Master!" she cried, her voice raw and trembling with desperation. "Please, fill me up! Breed me! Pump your cum deep inside my aching womb! Make me your bitch! Your property! I want you to walk me outside on a leash, a collar around my neck for everyone to see! I want everyone to know I'm yours! That I'm nothing but your cock-hungry slut!"
Gwen's lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers working furiously as she egged Mary Jane on. "Louder, whore! Tell him what else you want! Tell him how badly you need his seed!"
Mary Jane's voice rose, a desperate, pleading wail that echoed through the room. "I want your baby, Master! I want to be full of your child so I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything except crave more of your cock! Ruin my life! Make me addicted to your cum and your babies! I want to be your breeding bitch, your cum dumpster, your everything! Please, fuck, make me orgasm like I've never orgasmed before! Let me feel your seed filling me when I break!!"
Gwen leaned forward, her breath hitching as she watched me slam into Mary Jane with ruthless intensity. Her voice was a low, sultry purr. "Good girl. Now, Alex, give her exactly what she's begging for. Fill her up. Make her yours."
Mary Jane's cries reached a fever pitch, her body writhing beneath me as she screamed her submission into the air. "Yes, Master! Yes! Breed me! Ruin me! Make me your fucking bitch forever!"
The room was electric with tension, every word, every gasp, every moan feeding the fire burning between us. Gwen's commands had unleashed Mary Jane's darkest desires, and I was more than ready to fulfill them, one brutal thrust at a time. She was mine. And she would never forget it.
Her pleas were the final trigger. With a roar, I buried myself to the hilt, my hand tightening on her throat as my entire body convulsed. The first eruption was seismic, a torrent of hot, thick cum that fired directly into her depths. Splurt. Splurt. She screamed, a long, ragged sound of pure, unadulterated ecstasy as the pleasure lock shattered.
Her body seized around me, her orgasm so violent it ripped through her like a bolt of lightning. Her back arched impossibly, her eyes rolled back into her head, showing only white, and her mouth hung open in a soundless, perfect ahegao scream as her cunt milked my cock for every last drop. Gush. Rope after rope after dense, voluminous rope of my cum flooded her, overflowing around our connection and dripping onto the sheets below with a steady plip plip plip.
I held myself there, pulsing inside her, emptying everything I had into her willing, trembling body. Gwen's own cry joined the symphony as she came, watching us, her fingers working furiously over her clit.
Finally, I released Mary Jane's throat and collapsed over her, both of us spent and dripping. The room smelled of sex, sweat, and the sharp, musky scent of my release. I could feel her heart hammering against my chest, her entire body quivering in the aftermath.
"On your hands and knees," I ordered Mary Jane, my voice sharp and commanding. She obeyed instantly, her body trembling as she shifted to all fours, my cum still dripping from her well-used pussy. "Crawl to Gwen. Now."
She moved slowly, her movements clumsy but deliberate, every inch of her body radiating submission. Gwen watched with a predatory smirk, her fingers still lazily circling her clit as Mary Jane approached. When she finally reached Gwen's feet, she stopped, her head hanging low, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps.
"Now," I growled, my tone leaving no room for hesitation, "collect what's dripping from your cunt. Every drop. And offer it to your queen."
Mary Jane hesitated for only a moment before obeying. Her hand moved between her legs, fingers dipping into the sticky mess of my cum leaking from her. She gathered it carefully, her fingers glistening with my seed, and held them up to Gwen like an offering.
Gwen's smile widened, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lick the cum from Mary Jane's trembling fingers. The sight was obscenely erotic—Gwen's lips closing around Mary Jane's fingers, her tongue lapping up every last drop with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Good girl," Gwen purred, her voice sultry and full of praise. "But don't stop there." Her hand moved to the back of Mary Jane's head, guiding her closer. "Lick me clean."
Mary Jane obeyed without hesitation. Gwen leaned back in her chair, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the sensation. Mary Jane's tongue worked diligently, lapping up every drop of my cum from Gwen's skin, her moans muffled against Gwen's body.
The room was filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of Mary Jane's worship, her desperation evident in every stroke of her tongue. Gwen sighed contentedly, her fingers tangling in Mary Jane's hair, guiding her movements with gentle tugs.
"That's it," Gwen murmured, her voice thick with pleasure. "Show your queen how devoted you are."
Mary Jane's whimpers grew louder as she continued, her obedience unwavering even in the face of exhaustion. Gwen's moans joined hers, the two of them lost in the pleasure of the moment, their connection deepening with every second.
I watched from the bed, my chest still rising and falling with exertion, pride and satisfaction coursing through me. This was the kind of devotion I demanded, and they delivered perfectly.
Gwen's fingers dug into Mary Jane's scalp, her nails scraping lightly against the skin as she forced her deeper. Her hips bucked, grinding against Mary Jane's face with a raw, primal need. "That's it," Gwen hissed, her voice trembling with pleasure. "Clean me up, slut. Show me how much you love being your queen's little toy."
Mary Jane whimpered, her tongue working frantically to obey, lapping up every last trace of my cum from Gwen's folds. Her desperation was palpable, her body trembling as she pressed her face harder into Gwen's pussy, her moans muffled but unmistakable.
I stepped closer, my cock still slick and glistening in the dim light. My hand reached out, brushing Gwen's cheek before gripping her chin firmly. "My queen," I murmured, my voice low and commanding, "it's your turn to clean me."
Gwen's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting mine with a mix of hunger and reverence. She released Mary Jane's hair, letting her collapse to the floor in a trembling heap, and turned her full attention to me. Her hands reached for my hips, pulling me closer as her lips parted, her breath warm against my skin.
She leaned forward, her tongue darting out to lap at the base of my shaft, her movements slow and deliberate. Her lips wrapped around me, sucking gently as she worked her way up my length, savoring every inch. Her eyes remained locked on mine, burning with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"Good girl," I growled, my hand tangling in her hair as she took me deeper, her mouth hot and wet around me. She moaned softly, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me, her tongue swirling expertly around the sensitive head.
"My king," she whispered when she pulled back for a moment, her voice husky with desire. "Your cock is perfect." Then she dove back down, taking me fully into her throat, her devotion evident in every stroke of her lips and every flick of her tongue.
The room was filled with the wet sounds of her worship, her submission to me as absolute as Mary Jane's had been to her. And I relished every second of it.
I tightened my grip on Gwen's hair, pulling her head back for a moment before pushing her down onto my cock with a growl. She took me deep into her throat, her eyes watering as she gagged around my length, but she didn't pull away. Her devotion was absolute, and her submission only fueled my hunger.
Mary Jane watched from the floor, her fingers frantically rubbing her clit as she moaned softly. Her eyes were glued to the scene before her, her desperation evident in every shaky breath. "Master… please…" she whispered, her voice trembling with need.
I didn't stop. The night stretched on, a relentless cycle of dominance and submission that left us all panting and spent. Gwen bounced on my cock, her perfect ass slapping against my thighs as I thrust up into her. Mary Jane lay beneath us, her thighs spread wide as I alternated between fucking her tight pussy and her eager mouth. My cum filled them both, painting their insides in ropes of white before they licked each other clean, their tongues lapping up every drop like the good little sluts they were.
And it was only the beginning.
Hours passed, the room filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, muffled moans, and the slick, wet sounds of pleasure. By the time we collapsed together in a tangled heap of limbs, the sun was just beginning to peek through the curtains. We were exhausted, sated, and bound together by the raw, unrelenting ecstasy of the night.