Elena stood naked in the vast closet, mirrors throwing her body back at her from every angle. The gown hung on a padded hanger, crimson silk pooling like blood on the marble floor. She reached out and touched the fabric. It slid cool between her fingers, a promise of exposure. Victoria had chosen it yesterday, eyes sharp as she measured Elena's hips with her hands. "This will split open like a wound when we untie the sash," she had said, voice low and hungry.
Alexander watched from the doorway now, coffee in hand, shirt open at the collar. His gaze traced the faint rope marks still circling her wrists from the gallery night. "Try it on."
She slipped into the dress carefully, fabric whispering over her skin. No underwear. The rule had become breath by now. The silk clung to her curves, slit climbing high on one thigh, back plunging to the dimples above her ass. She tied the sash loose, turned to face him.
His breath caught audibly. He set the cup down, crossed the room in two strides. Hands gripped her waist, pulled her flush against him. "Nine days," he murmured against her neck. "Until they all see what we own."
She shivered, heat blooming low. His fingers found the sash, tugged. The gown parted slowly, silk sliding off her shoulders to puddle at her feet. Naked again, she pressed closer, felt his hardness through his pants.
Victoria entered then, heels clicking sharply. She carried a jewellery box, diamonds winking inside. "Not yet," she said, amused. But her eyes darkened at the sight. She set the box down, joined them. Her hand slid between Elena's thighs, fingers dipping into slick heat. "Always ready."
Julian appeared last, hoodie rumpled from coding all night. He paused in the doorway, cheeks flushing. "The lights are programmed. Heart rate synced to the spots. Every climax will pulse red through the room."
Elena smiled at him, reached out a hand. He took it, let her pull him into the circle. Four bodies now, hands everywhere. Alexander claimed her mouth first, a kiss brutal and owning. Victoria's fingers plunged deeper, curling to hit her spot. Julian knelt shyly, tongue tracing the streak of dried cum she had left on her thigh from dawn.
They moved her to the chaise in the corner, laid her back. Alexander stripped quickly, entered her in one thrust. She cried out, walls stretching perfectly around his thickness. Victoria straddled her face, pussy dripping onto her tongue. Elena licked eagerly, tasting jasmine and wanting. Julian stood beside, cock out, stroking slowly. She reached for him, guided him to her mouth.
The closet filled with sounds: wet slaps, muffled moans, heavy breaths. Mirrors showed it all infinite: Alexander's ass flexing as he pounded, Victoria's breasts bouncing, Julian's hips jerking into her throat. She came first, squirting around Alexander's cock, flooding the chaise. He followed, roaring as he filled her deep. Victoria ground harder, came with a sharp cry, juices coating Elena's chin. Julian last, spilling thick down her throat.
They collapsed tangled, panting. Victoria kissed her slowly, tasting Julian on her tongue. "Nine days of this. Until the gala."
The morning blurred into preparation. Elena showered with Victoria, hands soaping each other slowly. Fingers lingered on bruises, traced old marks. Victoria pressed her against the tile, knee between her thighs, ground until Elena came quiet against her mouth.
Breakfast in the dining room, mirrors still catching every angle. They fed her bites from fingers slick with her own release. Alexander discussed the guest list between sips of coffee. "Tech moguls, artists, old money. They'll bid on the canvases, but you'll be the real prize."
Julian showed her the app he had built. "Your heartbeat here. Lights sync in real-time. The room will know every time you peak."
She shivered, heat coiling again. He noticed, pulled her into his lap, and slipped two fingers inside her under the table. Worked slowly while the others watched. She came biting her lip, pulse spiking on the screen.
The afternoon brought fittings. The gown was slightly altered, the hem raised to show more leg. Diamonds fitted: collar around her neck, cuffs on wrists that hid the rope burns but hinted at restraint. Victoria added a sapphire plug for her ass, matching her piercing. "Wear it all day. Feel us inside you."
Elena walked the penthouse with it, every step shifting the weight, building tension. Chores became tedious: dusting high shelves with the gown on, bending deliberately. Alexander caught her in the library, bent her over a ladder rung, fucked her quick and hard while the plug pressed deeper. Came with a grunt, pulling out to paint her ass.
Victoria found her in the gallery, polishing frames. Pushed her against a canvas, strap-on already buckled under her dress. Fucked her slow, plug vibrating now (remote in her hand). Elena came sobbing, squirting over the drop cloth.
Julian in the server room: coded with her bent over his desk, plug out, his cock in her ass for the first time fully. Shy thrusts turned confident, hands gentle on her hips. "I love you," he whispered as he came deep.
Dinner formal: candlelight, wine, the gown on but sash untied, fabric gaping. They ate with their hands on her under the table, fingers competing to make her come first. Alexander won, three thick digits curling relentlessly while she bit into a napkin to stay quiet.
Night in the master bed: mirrors bright, cameras rolling. They bound her light wrists to the headboard, ankles spread. Took turns: Alexander in her mouth, Victoria with a strap-on in pussy, Julian in her ass. Rotated until she lost count of climaxes, body shaking endlessly. Confessed mid-release: fears for the gala, excitement, love deeper than words.
Sleep came exhausted, unbound and held.
Day two dawned similarly but sharply. The plug stayed in, vibrations random from Julian's app. She came twice during breakfast, once bent over the table, Alexander's tongue in her pussy while Victoria held the phone.
Fittings continued: shoes added, strappy heels that made her ass lift higher. Jewellery tested under lights. "They'll catch every drop when you squirt," Victoria said, eyes gleaming.
Chores in the gown: vacuuming the hall, slit flashing thigh with each step. Julian caught her, pushed her against the wall, fucked her standing while the plug buzzed. Came quick, whispering code like poetry.
Gallery time: Victoria painted her in the gown, then stripped it off, fucked her with a glass dildo while mirrors watched. Elena came watching herself infinite, squirting arcs that splashed the canvas.
Server room: Alexander joined Julian, double-teamed her over the console. Alexander in pussy, Julian in mouth, plug vibrating high. Came roaring together.
Dinner: gown on, but they stripped her midway, ate dessert off her body. Whipped cream on clit, chocolate on nipples. Tongues everywhere until she begged for mercy.
Night: bound tighter, blindfold added. Sensory overload in darkness, bodies taking what they wanted. Climaxes blended into one long wave.
Days three through eight melted together in a haze of preparation and pleasure. The gown fit perfectly, jewellery polished, and lights tested on her naked body. Plug upgraded to a larger one, vibrations synced to her heartbeat app. Chores are always interrupted by hands, mouths, cocks. Gallery sessions turned into full installations: her bound to easels, fucked while paint dried on skin. The server room became a daily ritual: code and cum mixing on keyboards. Dinners devolved into orgies on the table, food forgotten.
Confessions deepened each night: Alexander admitted his fear of losing her to the spotlight, Victoria her jealousy of the eyes that would see her, Julian his wish to share her with his partner someday. Love grew raw, promises etched in release.
Day nine dawned electric. Elena woke alone, bed empty. A note on the pillow: Gallery. Now.
She padded naked through the halls, pulse racing. The gallery doors stood open, spotlights on. They waited at the centre: Alexander in a tux, Victoria in a black lace gown, Julian in a slim suit. The chaise waited, ropes ready.
"Tonight," Alexander said, voice rough.
They stripped her slowly, oiled her skin, and inserted the plug (largest yet, vibrating low). Bound her to the chaise, spread-eagled. Tested the lights: her heartbeat pulsed soft blue through the room.
Then they took her one last time before the gala. Alexander in pussy, Victoria with a strap-on in her mouth, Julian in her ass. Climaxes synced, the room flashing red as she came screaming.
Dressed her after, gown perfect, jewellery shining. Led her to the elevator, the city waiting below.
The gala doors opened at eight. Red carpet flashed. Elena walked on Alexander's arm, sash loose, heart pounding.
Inside, the elite mingled. Victoria unveiled the installation: canvases of their bodies, videos looping muted. Then the spotlight hit the centre stage chaise.
"Live demonstration," Victoria announced.
Elena stepped forward, sash was tugged free by Alexander. Gown pooled. Naked under lights, she lay back, let them bind her.
The room hushed. Her heartbeat pulsed blue, then red as they began.
The world saw. And paid.