Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults.
THE DEPTHS
"OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!"
Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.
She was on her hands and knees on the California king bed, her body glistening with sweat, her thick thighs trembling, her big breasts swaying with each brutal thrust. Damien stood behind her, his hands gripping her hips with bruising force, his fifteen-inch cock pounding into her pussy from behind with animalistic intensity.
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was obscene....loud enough that Serah was certain people two blocks away could hear it. The wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of Damien's hips meeting her ass, the squelch of her soaking pussy taking every impossible inch, her breathless cries mixing with his guttural groans.
"That's it," Damien growled, his voice rough with exertion. "Take it. Take every fucking inch. You wanted this, remember? You applied for this. You begged for this."
"Yes!" Serah sobbed, her arms giving out, her face pressing into the silk sheets. "God, yes, I wanted this..."
"Then take it like a good girl."
He adjusted his angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that impossible spot again....so deep it bordered on pain, so intense that Serah's vision whited out. She screamed, her whole body convulsing, an orgasm ripping through her with devastating force.
"That's number six," Damien said with satisfaction, never stopping his brutal pace. "We're just getting started, baby."
Movement beside her....Silas, the youngest of the three brothers, sliding beneath her on the bed. His handsome face appeared under hers, his dark eyes gleaming with hunger.
"My turn," he murmured, and his mouth found her breast.
Serah cried out as Silas sucked her nipple into his mouth....hard, demanding, like he was trying to draw milk from her. His tongue swirled around the sensitive peak while his hand cupped her other breast, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching the nipple between his fingers.
"Such perfect tits," Silas groaned against her skin. "So fucking perfect."
Now she was caught between them....Damien destroying her pussy from behind, reaching depths that made her question physics, while Silas worshipped her breasts with his mouth and hands. The dual sensations were overwhelming, too much, not enough, everything she'd fantasized about for months.
"Please," Serah whimpered, though she didn't know what she was begging for. More? Less? Mercy?
"Please what?" Damien demanded, his thrusts becoming even harder, even deeper. "Use your words, Serah. Or use your safe word. Those are your only options."
Her safe word. "Red." She could say it right now and everything would stop. They'd established that in the contract. She had complete control, complete safety.
But she didn't want to stop.
She'd waited six months for this night. Six months since she'd applied to the exclusive service. Six months of fantasizing, preparing, anticipating. Six months of praying her application would be accepted, that she'd be chosen to spend twenty-four hours with the legendary trio of brothers who were famous in certain circles for their skills, their stamina, their ability to push willing participants to absolute limits.
"Green," Serah gasped. "I'm green. Don't stop. Please don't stop."
Damien's laugh was dark and approving. "That's my girl. Xavier, she's ready for you."
SIX MONTHS AGO: THE APPLICATION
Serah had discovered the service by accident....a whispered conversation overheard at an upscale bar, a business card slipped across a table, a website that required three separate security clearances to access.
Elite Experiences it was called. Discreet, expensive, exclusive. They specialized in fulfilling fantasies that couldn't be satisfied through conventional means. And their most sought-after offering was "The Twenty-Four."
Twenty-four hours with three brothers....Damien, Xavier, and Silas....who had built a reputation as the most skilled, most intense, most satisfying experience available. But they only accepted applications from women who could handle their particular brand of rough, demanding, relentless attention.
The application process was extensive. Medical clearance. Psychological evaluation. A detailed questionnaire about limits, desires, fantasies. Multiple video interviews. Background checks. And finally, if accepted, a contract negotiation session where every detail was discussed, every boundary established, every safe word explained.
Serah had spent three months just getting through the application process. Her interview with Damien had been intens...he'd asked questions that made her blush, that forced her to articulate desires she'd barely admitted to herself.
"Why do you want this?" he'd asked, his piercing gaze never leaving her face through the video call.
"Because I'm tired of vanilla," Serah had answered honestly. "I'm tired of men who are afraid to really take control. Who treat me like I'm fragile. I want to be pushed. I want to be used. I want to know what it feels like to be thoroughly, completely claimed by men who know exactly what they're doing."
"You understand that for twenty-four hours, you belong to us? That we'll use your body however we want within the agreed limits?"
"Yes."
"You understand that we won't be gentle?"
"I don't want gentle."
"And you understand that you can stop everything at any moment with your safe word?"
"Yes. But I won't need it."
Damien had smiled at that. "We'll see."
Three months later, she'd received the acceptance notification. Her number had been called. She'd been chosen.
And now, finally, she was here.