The Norfolk elite were out prowling the night life tonight. Rolling in her custom built Bentley, Destiny Montgomery was out to let off some steam. The stress she'd been under this passed week had been enough to make her holler. But this came with the territory of being the daughter of media mogul Terrence Montgomery. Montgomery Media pretty much ran the market in Virginia with their ownership of two radio stations, a local television station, internet and newspapers. They were quite the tri-fecta. Two years ago, Terrence had shocked the locals by declaring his retirement, leaving the day to day operations to his children: Destiny, Fate and Chance. Chance, the eldest, ran the overall company, while Fate headed the marketing division and Destiny, Miss Magic Numbers, ran the Finance department.
The stress of making sure the company always stayed in the black was a challenge. This week she and Chance had to inform two of the newspaper holdings they were being merged. It didn't go over well. Managing editors were up in arms. The fact of the matter was they could not afford to keep the presses running for three newspapers when readership was at its all time lowest. Explain that to veteran newsmen. After much hoo-haing, they all came to an agreement and the deal had been done, but Destiny was still stressed.
After a quick dress change at her apartment, Destiny decided to take the night off from her numbers. Pulling into the parking garage of what appeared to be a vacant building, she cut the engine and got out. She sauntered over to a large, iron-clad door with a rectangular window slit. Knocking firmly on the door, she watched as the panel slid open.
"What's the password?" the deeply masculine voice demanded.
"Suck it." She answered passing a black card through the panel, which quickly closed. This was her confirmation pass. All Elite members had to have one to get in.
Numerous locks clicked before the door finally opened, gaining her access. "Good evening, Fairchild."
"Good evening, Guard," she greeted, handing the large bouncer her fur coat. "Is everything set for the night?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, stowing her coat in the usual place.
Destiny smiled merrily as she walked down the long, dimly lit hallway. A few years ago she had purchased this piece of property with the bonus from a stock sale. It was her hideaway. Her freaky place. There were several floors in the old shop, each with their own brand of kink. Doms ruled the basement. Swingers swept the top floor. Strippers, male and female, worked the main floors. Voyeurs lurked all over. Destiny had even built in plush bedrooms all over. Patrons could rent a room for starting at $2000 a pop. So, along with the bar and renter's fee, she made a tidy profit.
Only Chance and Fate knew about her side business. Their father would have had a fit if he knew how she relieved her stresses. She even assured them that the Montgomery name would never be associated with it since she had purchased the property under her middle name and mother's maiden name, Fairchild Lets. This had assured Chance and allowed her a certain level of freedom.
"A glass of Malbec, if you please, Jacob," Destiny ordered, passing the bar.
Jacob Wentz watched as the boss lady strutted pass toward her usual booth. The man, who he'd been conversing with, had been struck dumb by her appearance and was now watching her slink into her place. Xavier Drake was seriously intrigued by the mystery lady. She was one part dominatrix, one part sex model and two parts all woman.
"Who is that?"
"Fairchild Lets. Owner." Jacob replied pouring the tall glass of Malbec wine.
"Damn, she's something else." He studied her every move. She wore a tight LBD that molded to her frame like a fresh pair of leather gloves. She paired the assemble with short, black driving gloves and four inch high gladiator booties. On her head sat a stylish little fedora, just barely revealing the wisps of hair underneath.
"She sure is, and out of your league," Jacob stated preparing to deliver the drink.
"Hold on, now. How's that?" the man demanded, relieving his friend of the drink.
"She's... not what you expect? Fairchild is a taste you acquire."
The man glanced over at the woman. "Hmm. Maybe this expose I'm working should be about her."
"Oh no, my brother. You won't get anything out of Fairchild."
"We'll see about that," he spat out heading over to the table with the drink in hand. "Madame. Your wine."
Her eyes lit on him like a bolt. Annoyance was clearly spelled out. He was fine looking, but too clean cut for her taste. Destiny dealt with his types all day, everyday. But here in her sanctuary she chose a more different variety of male. He handed Fairchild her drink, but the woman refused to take it. She stared at him sternly, barely a hint of question in her eyes. Out of no where, Jacob handed her a fresh glass of her Malbec with a pointed look at his boy as if to say, "See what I mean."
"Thank you, Jacob."
"Sure thing, Fairchild."
"Who's the interloper?" she asked as if the man weren't standing there, yet never taking her eyes off of him.
"Reporter Xavier Drake, ma'am. Doing an expose on the Norfolk underground."
"Ah, one of those," she sighed, looking away, bored. "Keep him out of my way."
"Yes, Fairchild." Jacob motioned his friend to step away.
Xavier stared in disbelief at just being dismissed by, dare he say it, a bitch. She was clearly looking her nose down at him. "Hey, what's her deal?" he demanded when they were back at the bar.
"I told you. Fairchild is very particular. No one serves her drinks, but me. No one just approaches her unannounced. You have to be asked to be 'brought' before her," Jacob explained.
"Is that all? Shit, I should've had you..."
"No, no. I mean she needs your entire background before you're even allowed to get in her presence. Finances, schooling, family. Even then there's no guarantees."
"What kind of mess is that?" Xavier asked.
"Just how Fairchild operates," Jacob shrugged wiping down the bar. "See you currently have two strikes against you. For now, just sit back and watch."
He did just that albeit annoyed by such audacity. Soon, four men clad only in leather pants and harnesses came over to her table. Without so much as a glance at them, Fairchild signaled two to sit and the remaining two to kneel on all fours so she could rest her wine glass on one and her feet on the other.
"Are you kidding me?"
Jacob chuckled at his friend's amazement. "That ain't all."
"How come they weren't 'brought' before her?" Xavier demanded.
"Because they've already passed her qualifications," the bartender explained indicating the brood. "W, X, Y and Z are her harem."
"What?"
"They cater to her specific needs."
"What's with the letters?"
"Walt and Xander. York and Zane. Two sets of twins. I think their cousins, too. But she has a thing for... multiples." Jacob laughed off the double meaning.
"So are they the only ones?"
"Nope. She has A, B, and C. Triplets. Abner, Baron and Cecil."
Xavier glanced at Jacob hoping his boy was joking, but the serious look he got confirmed the craziness. Leaning closer to his friend, he asked, "What does she do with them?"
Jacob looked left and right, then right at his friend, leaning closer. "I - don't - know."
Xavier threw his hand up flustered. "Come on, dude. You mean to tell me you don't have a clue what she does with them."
"Look, Xavier. All I know is what she likes to drink, how she likes it and how to serve it. Whatever else Fairchild is into is not my concern. Nor should it be yours unless you looking for trouble."
"Hmm," he hummed rubbing his chin. Seeing the look caused Jacob alarm bells.
"Look, the last guy determined to get to know Fairchild got roughed up bad and was banned from this place for a full year. He tried to come back in the guise of apologizing when he really wanted revenge, but word has it Fairchild had enough on him to keep him in his place."
"Damn, she's that ruthless?"
"Oh yes, she'll know everything about you better than your momma or your mistress," Jacob confided. "So behave."
Xavier stared over at the lady in question, his curiosity getting dangerously piqued. At the moment, Fairchild leaned into one of her men, whispering something. The next second the brother was running toward the back on an errand. Two minutes later another woman strutted over to her. She was rail thin dressed in one of those tight little Asian numbers and her hair in a tight bun with chopsticks poking out of it. She wore black rim glasses and carried a notebook. She seemed all business. Fairchild leaned forward to tell her something. Her eyes shifted toward him making the hair on his arm rise. After the brief exchange, the girl nodded and toddled away back to her office. Not a minute later, Fairchild herself rose with her harem about her. Looping her lengthy arms through one set of twins arms, she headed for the stairs. She paused at the bottom and raised one hand signaling a V. Jacob quickly jumped and grabbed two bottles of Dom P and ran over to one of the twins, then the group disappeared up the stairs. Fairchild never looked back, but Xavier watched every step until she was gone. She was something else.
Destiny fought the urge to glance back at Mr. Drake. Since he had the audacity to invade her space she found she couldn't get him out of her thoughts. God he was sexy, but arrogant. Most reporters like him were. In fact, she knew him well enough since he toiled the newsroom of The Monitor, one of the two newspapers expected to merge in the next three months. The Monitor was one of their better papers but had the lowest sales. Chance really wanted to salvage it. From what she'd gathered Xavier Drake was their star player on the staff with his exposes on a variety of subjects from City Hall to the underground gambling. Now it appears Mr. Drake was digging in her backyard for dirt.
She didn't mind since there was no dirt to be found on Fairchild Lets. Besides Maggie Soon would do her own checks on Mr. Drake and the focus of his story. So far, her underling had been able to inform her that his story angle centered around the Doms and Subs, which would've eased her mind if she had not inadvertently drawn attention to herself. Tension formed in her shoulders as she entered her private boudoir. Sensing her stress Y and Z went to work easing it. Z unzipped her dress allowing the material to fall away from her body in slow degrees, while Y unbuckled her booties, slipping them off into his waiting hands.
W and X went to work turning down the large California King bed. The room was the pinnacle of stylish. Gorgeous dark teak wood framed a firm mattress, laced in 800+ count teal sheets and pure satin coverlet of the richest terracotta influenced pattern. It all fit into a harem-esque scenario complete with large satin pillows and low candlelight. The headboard was etched with a hot image from a Karma Sutra photo. In fact, she had the bed frame custom made in India for her specific needs. Strategically built into it were loop holes for tying up her nasty boys; both in the head and foot boards. The loops were made of the hardest steel money could buy. Along with the frame came beautiful hand sewn silk scarves in every color of the rainbow. A special gift from a dessert pasha who'd fallen head over heels for Destiny on her trip there. From time to time, he would come see her and they'd rekindle memories.
Once she had been disrobed, Z lifted her into his muscle ripped arms and placed her on the awaiting mattress. Strong fingers immediately worked on her arms and legs, relieving the stress of the week. Each man had taken a limb and did his fair share of massage. Destiny sighed in pleasure. This is what she had needed. As a unit they lifted her up to turn her on her stomach to work the muscles there. W and X were left to work on her shoulders and back, while Y and Z poured Destiny her glass of champagne.
She took the proffered drink. "Thank you, boys."
"You're welcome, Fairchild," they replied in unison.
"What is your pleasure tonight, mistress?" this coming from W, who'd leaned down closer to ear.
Turning her head toward him, she laid a sweet kiss on his juicy lips. "Tonight, my lovelies, I give you free reign."
The men all looked at one another with merry grins and nods. It wasn't often that Fairchild granted free reign. She must have been tired indeed. The men started to remove their clothing while their mistress rearranged herself on the bed to watch. Tossing her arm casually over her head, she relaxed into the lush pillows. W, X, Y and Z went to work. W and Y switched places pairing up with the other twins, X and Z. Like mirrors of one another, they began rubbing down their bodies with rich Argan oils. The scent filled the air. X and Z ran their hands over the rippled abs of W and Y, making sure to spread the oil evenly over their chests. Both peering over the other twins' shoulder at Destiny who watched the exchange intrigued, they placed kisses along the bridge of their shoulders, then lifting the other man's arms over their heads, they trailed kisses down their ribcage.
"My boys have been naughty without me," Fairchild scolded sexily, her hand drifting down her abdomen.
The men grinned back wickedly at their mistress, continuing with their show. "Only for your pleasure, mistress," they assured her in unison.
W and Y repeated the same moves on Z and X, taking it a step further by fondling the lengthy members of their counterparts as if they were showcasing a new toy. They stroked them to life with slow precision, allowing them to fall with a soft thump against their thigh. Destiny licked her lips hungrily at the display. Her buds were twisted with need and puckered in invitation. She had allowed her fingers to dip into her pools and swirl about, aroused by the entertainment her muses had given her. She pointed a dew-soaked finger at W beckoning him forward. Crawling onto the bed, he placed the finger in his mouth and suckled sweetly on the nectar.
"My mistress tastes sweet as always."
"Would you like more, W?" She received a slow nod from her minion before he assumed the position between her limbs.
His hot breath brushed the inner skin of her thigh, notching her anticipation. Then she felt the first scorching passes of his tongue as they stroked her lips. The petals opened slowly to his entreaty, revealing more of the dew trapped within. Destiny inhaled deeply allowing the sensation to command her. The feel of his mouth on her caused shivers to run hot down her spine. W was a master at tongue play; like it was a magic wand. He needed no hands at all to wring pleasure from Destiny.
"Oh W, I really needed this," she sighed running her hand over his bald head, drawing him closer to her core. She felt him chuckle lightly as he continued to tweak her clit. Destiny glanced over at the others waiting patiently. She pointed to Y and Z. They immediately flanked either side of the bed. Their dicks were pulsating under her stare; juicy and ripe. She touched her breasts, puckering her nipples further, indicating what their task would be. Understanding clearly, both men leaned forward to take a bud into his mouth hungrily.
A refreshed sigh escaped her lips as they worked her hard nubs over their tongues like gumdrops. The session of W's tongue play and Y and Z's suckling would be more than any normal woman could stand, but Fairchild was accustomed to such ravishment. She pushed the envelope further. Peering over W's head, she saw her remaining muse, fire blazing in his dark brown eyes. He was very turned on by the image before him. Unlike W, X was not a patient man, but a long rider. He was her go to man for the rough stuff. Looking down at his shaft, he was rearing to go. She knew, however, that once he had a hold of her, he'd keep her coming all night long - if she let him.
Shooing the others back, Destiny crooked her finger at him, beckoning him forward. X tore open a silver foil pack and quickly sheathed his hard member with the condom. He was impatient, but no fool. Sliding onto the satin sheets, he gripped legs possessively in his biceps spreading her thighs with his hands. The fierce stare he doled out would've unnerved the most sexually experienced chick, but Destiny was amused. He pushed the tip of his member into the entrance of her throbbing center, but no further.
"Beg for it, Fairchild," X growled.
She stared back with a wicked smile. "No."
He inched into her depths, the initial fullness filling her, but then quickly gone. "Beg for it."
A chuckle tittered from her lips. He was determined tonight and her puss was aching to feel his dick deep inside her. As he reentered her, he growled low in his throat. In response, Destiny squeeze her tunnel hard pulling an even harder groan from him. With the simple tug of her pubic muscles, she sucked X better than if she had used her mouth. Sweat formed wet dots along his brow which trailed sexily over his shoulders and down his chest. But he turned the tables on Destiny by spreading her wider and plunging fully into her, causing her to gasp in extreme pleasure. Not relenting for a second, he continued to pummel. Destiny reached up for his neck and pulled herself closer to his body. Inches off the mattress, she began to buck against his dick.
Suddenly, X paused his stroke and just barely filled the entrance of her core. His breath ragged against her ears, he whispered forcefully, "Beg for it. Fairchild."
Just as exhausted, but still as wicked, she taunted her stallion. "No."
Rebellion lay in his eyes. It's what Destiny appreciated most about this stud. Unlike the others who were docile and obedient in their pleasing of her, X was the one who refused to be completely broken. She knew his ultimate want was to have her come undone in his arms, but Destiny was too quick for him and often beat him at his own game. Seeing it was pointless to try, the fire banked back in his eyes and he lowered her over his shaft again. He moved her up and down on it calming his breath. Destiny's head fell back enjoying the sensation of his member sliding in and out of her; like an easy pony ride. The friction began to build in painfully slow degrees. Soon, her hips rocked in motion.
As she flowed over the wave, images of Mr. Drake filtered through her mind. His fresh line up. Those steamy amber eyes framed by the dark chocolate, chiseled face. Those juicy lips. Damn. Suddenly, she felt her desire wan. She could feel X's shoulders strain to contain themselves from their release. She took hold of his head, pressing her lips to his ears. "Don't hold back, X."
"But I have not pleased you, mistress," he panted.
"It can't be helped, my pet," she soothed sweetly. "He's gripped my mind and won't let go. I'm afraid it will take the strength of all of you to satisfy me." She noted the distinct disappointment form in his eyes and immediately squelched it. "Fear not, I'm sure next time you will be more than willing to make up for it."
At that he smiled before the others converged on their mistress. And sure enough, they were able to bring on the storm of pleasures no mere mortal could handle. But as she lay entwined in their bodies upon the large bed, she sighed heavily. Xavier Drake had nearly ruined her stress relieving evening. Why had she let him invade her thoughts? Apparently, he was going to be trouble.
"Fairchild." She turned her glassy eyes to X. "Would you like another round?"
"Yes. Yes, I would." She wrapped her silky arms around him as the others began to ruse from their slumber.
The stress of making sure the company always stayed in the black was a challenge. This week she and Chance had to inform two of the newspaper holdings they were being merged. It didn't go over well. Managing editors were up in arms. The fact of the matter was they could not afford to keep the presses running for three newspapers when readership was at its all time lowest. Explain that to veteran newsmen. After much hoo-haing, they all came to an agreement and the deal had been done, but Destiny was still stressed.
After a quick dress change at her apartment, Destiny decided to take the night off from her numbers. Pulling into the parking garage of what appeared to be a vacant building, she cut the engine and got out. She sauntered over to a large, iron-clad door with a rectangular window slit. Knocking firmly on the door, she watched as the panel slid open.
"What's the password?" the deeply masculine voice demanded.
"Suck it." She answered passing a black card through the panel, which quickly closed. This was her confirmation pass. All Elite members had to have one to get in.
Numerous locks clicked before the door finally opened, gaining her access. "Good evening, Fairchild."
"Good evening, Guard," she greeted, handing the large bouncer her fur coat. "Is everything set for the night?"
"Yes, ma'am," he replied, stowing her coat in the usual place.
Destiny smiled merrily as she walked down the long, dimly lit hallway. A few years ago she had purchased this piece of property with the bonus from a stock sale. It was her hideaway. Her freaky place. There were several floors in the old shop, each with their own brand of kink. Doms ruled the basement. Swingers swept the top floor. Strippers, male and female, worked the main floors. Voyeurs lurked all over. Destiny had even built in plush bedrooms all over. Patrons could rent a room for starting at $2000 a pop. So, along with the bar and renter's fee, she made a tidy profit.
Only Chance and Fate knew about her side business. Their father would have had a fit if he knew how she relieved her stresses. She even assured them that the Montgomery name would never be associated with it since she had purchased the property under her middle name and mother's maiden name, Fairchild Lets. This had assured Chance and allowed her a certain level of freedom.
"A glass of Malbec, if you please, Jacob," Destiny ordered, passing the bar.
Jacob Wentz watched as the boss lady strutted pass toward her usual booth. The man, who he'd been conversing with, had been struck dumb by her appearance and was now watching her slink into her place. Xavier Drake was seriously intrigued by the mystery lady. She was one part dominatrix, one part sex model and two parts all woman.
"Who is that?"
"Fairchild Lets. Owner." Jacob replied pouring the tall glass of Malbec wine.
"Damn, she's something else." He studied her every move. She wore a tight LBD that molded to her frame like a fresh pair of leather gloves. She paired the assemble with short, black driving gloves and four inch high gladiator booties. On her head sat a stylish little fedora, just barely revealing the wisps of hair underneath.
"She sure is, and out of your league," Jacob stated preparing to deliver the drink.
"Hold on, now. How's that?" the man demanded, relieving his friend of the drink.
"She's... not what you expect? Fairchild is a taste you acquire."
The man glanced over at the woman. "Hmm. Maybe this expose I'm working should be about her."
"Oh no, my brother. You won't get anything out of Fairchild."
"We'll see about that," he spat out heading over to the table with the drink in hand. "Madame. Your wine."
Her eyes lit on him like a bolt. Annoyance was clearly spelled out. He was fine looking, but too clean cut for her taste. Destiny dealt with his types all day, everyday. But here in her sanctuary she chose a more different variety of male. He handed Fairchild her drink, but the woman refused to take it. She stared at him sternly, barely a hint of question in her eyes. Out of no where, Jacob handed her a fresh glass of her Malbec with a pointed look at his boy as if to say, "See what I mean."
"Thank you, Jacob."
"Sure thing, Fairchild."
"Who's the interloper?" she asked as if the man weren't standing there, yet never taking her eyes off of him.
"Reporter Xavier Drake, ma'am. Doing an expose on the Norfolk underground."
"Ah, one of those," she sighed, looking away, bored. "Keep him out of my way."
"Yes, Fairchild." Jacob motioned his friend to step away.
Xavier stared in disbelief at just being dismissed by, dare he say it, a bitch. She was clearly looking her nose down at him. "Hey, what's her deal?" he demanded when they were back at the bar.
"I told you. Fairchild is very particular. No one serves her drinks, but me. No one just approaches her unannounced. You have to be asked to be 'brought' before her," Jacob explained.
"Is that all? Shit, I should've had you..."
"No, no. I mean she needs your entire background before you're even allowed to get in her presence. Finances, schooling, family. Even then there's no guarantees."
"What kind of mess is that?" Xavier asked.
"Just how Fairchild operates," Jacob shrugged wiping down the bar. "See you currently have two strikes against you. For now, just sit back and watch."
He did just that albeit annoyed by such audacity. Soon, four men clad only in leather pants and harnesses came over to her table. Without so much as a glance at them, Fairchild signaled two to sit and the remaining two to kneel on all fours so she could rest her wine glass on one and her feet on the other.
"Are you kidding me?"
Jacob chuckled at his friend's amazement. "That ain't all."
"How come they weren't 'brought' before her?" Xavier demanded.
"Because they've already passed her qualifications," the bartender explained indicating the brood. "W, X, Y and Z are her harem."
"What?"
"They cater to her specific needs."
"What's with the letters?"
"Walt and Xander. York and Zane. Two sets of twins. I think their cousins, too. But she has a thing for... multiples." Jacob laughed off the double meaning.
"So are they the only ones?"
"Nope. She has A, B, and C. Triplets. Abner, Baron and Cecil."
Xavier glanced at Jacob hoping his boy was joking, but the serious look he got confirmed the craziness. Leaning closer to his friend, he asked, "What does she do with them?"
Jacob looked left and right, then right at his friend, leaning closer. "I - don't - know."
Xavier threw his hand up flustered. "Come on, dude. You mean to tell me you don't have a clue what she does with them."
"Look, Xavier. All I know is what she likes to drink, how she likes it and how to serve it. Whatever else Fairchild is into is not my concern. Nor should it be yours unless you looking for trouble."
"Hmm," he hummed rubbing his chin. Seeing the look caused Jacob alarm bells.
"Look, the last guy determined to get to know Fairchild got roughed up bad and was banned from this place for a full year. He tried to come back in the guise of apologizing when he really wanted revenge, but word has it Fairchild had enough on him to keep him in his place."
"Damn, she's that ruthless?"
"Oh yes, she'll know everything about you better than your momma or your mistress," Jacob confided. "So behave."
Xavier stared over at the lady in question, his curiosity getting dangerously piqued. At the moment, Fairchild leaned into one of her men, whispering something. The next second the brother was running toward the back on an errand. Two minutes later another woman strutted over to her. She was rail thin dressed in one of those tight little Asian numbers and her hair in a tight bun with chopsticks poking out of it. She wore black rim glasses and carried a notebook. She seemed all business. Fairchild leaned forward to tell her something. Her eyes shifted toward him making the hair on his arm rise. After the brief exchange, the girl nodded and toddled away back to her office. Not a minute later, Fairchild herself rose with her harem about her. Looping her lengthy arms through one set of twins arms, she headed for the stairs. She paused at the bottom and raised one hand signaling a V. Jacob quickly jumped and grabbed two bottles of Dom P and ran over to one of the twins, then the group disappeared up the stairs. Fairchild never looked back, but Xavier watched every step until she was gone. She was something else.
Destiny fought the urge to glance back at Mr. Drake. Since he had the audacity to invade her space she found she couldn't get him out of her thoughts. God he was sexy, but arrogant. Most reporters like him were. In fact, she knew him well enough since he toiled the newsroom of The Monitor, one of the two newspapers expected to merge in the next three months. The Monitor was one of their better papers but had the lowest sales. Chance really wanted to salvage it. From what she'd gathered Xavier Drake was their star player on the staff with his exposes on a variety of subjects from City Hall to the underground gambling. Now it appears Mr. Drake was digging in her backyard for dirt.
She didn't mind since there was no dirt to be found on Fairchild Lets. Besides Maggie Soon would do her own checks on Mr. Drake and the focus of his story. So far, her underling had been able to inform her that his story angle centered around the Doms and Subs, which would've eased her mind if she had not inadvertently drawn attention to herself. Tension formed in her shoulders as she entered her private boudoir. Sensing her stress Y and Z went to work easing it. Z unzipped her dress allowing the material to fall away from her body in slow degrees, while Y unbuckled her booties, slipping them off into his waiting hands.
W and X went to work turning down the large California King bed. The room was the pinnacle of stylish. Gorgeous dark teak wood framed a firm mattress, laced in 800+ count teal sheets and pure satin coverlet of the richest terracotta influenced pattern. It all fit into a harem-esque scenario complete with large satin pillows and low candlelight. The headboard was etched with a hot image from a Karma Sutra photo. In fact, she had the bed frame custom made in India for her specific needs. Strategically built into it were loop holes for tying up her nasty boys; both in the head and foot boards. The loops were made of the hardest steel money could buy. Along with the frame came beautiful hand sewn silk scarves in every color of the rainbow. A special gift from a dessert pasha who'd fallen head over heels for Destiny on her trip there. From time to time, he would come see her and they'd rekindle memories.
Once she had been disrobed, Z lifted her into his muscle ripped arms and placed her on the awaiting mattress. Strong fingers immediately worked on her arms and legs, relieving the stress of the week. Each man had taken a limb and did his fair share of massage. Destiny sighed in pleasure. This is what she had needed. As a unit they lifted her up to turn her on her stomach to work the muscles there. W and X were left to work on her shoulders and back, while Y and Z poured Destiny her glass of champagne.
She took the proffered drink. "Thank you, boys."
"You're welcome, Fairchild," they replied in unison.
"What is your pleasure tonight, mistress?" this coming from W, who'd leaned down closer to ear.
Turning her head toward him, she laid a sweet kiss on his juicy lips. "Tonight, my lovelies, I give you free reign."
The men all looked at one another with merry grins and nods. It wasn't often that Fairchild granted free reign. She must have been tired indeed. The men started to remove their clothing while their mistress rearranged herself on the bed to watch. Tossing her arm casually over her head, she relaxed into the lush pillows. W, X, Y and Z went to work. W and Y switched places pairing up with the other twins, X and Z. Like mirrors of one another, they began rubbing down their bodies with rich Argan oils. The scent filled the air. X and Z ran their hands over the rippled abs of W and Y, making sure to spread the oil evenly over their chests. Both peering over the other twins' shoulder at Destiny who watched the exchange intrigued, they placed kisses along the bridge of their shoulders, then lifting the other man's arms over their heads, they trailed kisses down their ribcage.
"My boys have been naughty without me," Fairchild scolded sexily, her hand drifting down her abdomen.
The men grinned back wickedly at their mistress, continuing with their show. "Only for your pleasure, mistress," they assured her in unison.
W and Y repeated the same moves on Z and X, taking it a step further by fondling the lengthy members of their counterparts as if they were showcasing a new toy. They stroked them to life with slow precision, allowing them to fall with a soft thump against their thigh. Destiny licked her lips hungrily at the display. Her buds were twisted with need and puckered in invitation. She had allowed her fingers to dip into her pools and swirl about, aroused by the entertainment her muses had given her. She pointed a dew-soaked finger at W beckoning him forward. Crawling onto the bed, he placed the finger in his mouth and suckled sweetly on the nectar.
"My mistress tastes sweet as always."
"Would you like more, W?" She received a slow nod from her minion before he assumed the position between her limbs.
His hot breath brushed the inner skin of her thigh, notching her anticipation. Then she felt the first scorching passes of his tongue as they stroked her lips. The petals opened slowly to his entreaty, revealing more of the dew trapped within. Destiny inhaled deeply allowing the sensation to command her. The feel of his mouth on her caused shivers to run hot down her spine. W was a master at tongue play; like it was a magic wand. He needed no hands at all to wring pleasure from Destiny.
"Oh W, I really needed this," she sighed running her hand over his bald head, drawing him closer to her core. She felt him chuckle lightly as he continued to tweak her clit. Destiny glanced over at the others waiting patiently. She pointed to Y and Z. They immediately flanked either side of the bed. Their dicks were pulsating under her stare; juicy and ripe. She touched her breasts, puckering her nipples further, indicating what their task would be. Understanding clearly, both men leaned forward to take a bud into his mouth hungrily.
A refreshed sigh escaped her lips as they worked her hard nubs over their tongues like gumdrops. The session of W's tongue play and Y and Z's suckling would be more than any normal woman could stand, but Fairchild was accustomed to such ravishment. She pushed the envelope further. Peering over W's head, she saw her remaining muse, fire blazing in his dark brown eyes. He was very turned on by the image before him. Unlike W, X was not a patient man, but a long rider. He was her go to man for the rough stuff. Looking down at his shaft, he was rearing to go. She knew, however, that once he had a hold of her, he'd keep her coming all night long - if she let him.
Shooing the others back, Destiny crooked her finger at him, beckoning him forward. X tore open a silver foil pack and quickly sheathed his hard member with the condom. He was impatient, but no fool. Sliding onto the satin sheets, he gripped legs possessively in his biceps spreading her thighs with his hands. The fierce stare he doled out would've unnerved the most sexually experienced chick, but Destiny was amused. He pushed the tip of his member into the entrance of her throbbing center, but no further.
"Beg for it, Fairchild," X growled.
She stared back with a wicked smile. "No."
He inched into her depths, the initial fullness filling her, but then quickly gone. "Beg for it."
A chuckle tittered from her lips. He was determined tonight and her puss was aching to feel his dick deep inside her. As he reentered her, he growled low in his throat. In response, Destiny squeeze her tunnel hard pulling an even harder groan from him. With the simple tug of her pubic muscles, she sucked X better than if she had used her mouth. Sweat formed wet dots along his brow which trailed sexily over his shoulders and down his chest. But he turned the tables on Destiny by spreading her wider and plunging fully into her, causing her to gasp in extreme pleasure. Not relenting for a second, he continued to pummel. Destiny reached up for his neck and pulled herself closer to his body. Inches off the mattress, she began to buck against his dick.
Suddenly, X paused his stroke and just barely filled the entrance of her core. His breath ragged against her ears, he whispered forcefully, "Beg for it. Fairchild."
Just as exhausted, but still as wicked, she taunted her stallion. "No."
Rebellion lay in his eyes. It's what Destiny appreciated most about this stud. Unlike the others who were docile and obedient in their pleasing of her, X was the one who refused to be completely broken. She knew his ultimate want was to have her come undone in his arms, but Destiny was too quick for him and often beat him at his own game. Seeing it was pointless to try, the fire banked back in his eyes and he lowered her over his shaft again. He moved her up and down on it calming his breath. Destiny's head fell back enjoying the sensation of his member sliding in and out of her; like an easy pony ride. The friction began to build in painfully slow degrees. Soon, her hips rocked in motion.
As she flowed over the wave, images of Mr. Drake filtered through her mind. His fresh line up. Those steamy amber eyes framed by the dark chocolate, chiseled face. Those juicy lips. Damn. Suddenly, she felt her desire wan. She could feel X's shoulders strain to contain themselves from their release. She took hold of his head, pressing her lips to his ears. "Don't hold back, X."
"But I have not pleased you, mistress," he panted.
"It can't be helped, my pet," she soothed sweetly. "He's gripped my mind and won't let go. I'm afraid it will take the strength of all of you to satisfy me." She noted the distinct disappointment form in his eyes and immediately squelched it. "Fear not, I'm sure next time you will be more than willing to make up for it."
At that he smiled before the others converged on their mistress. And sure enough, they were able to bring on the storm of pleasures no mere mortal could handle. But as she lay entwined in their bodies upon the large bed, she sighed heavily. Xavier Drake had nearly ruined her stress relieving evening. Why had she let him invade her thoughts? Apparently, he was going to be trouble.
"Fairchild." She turned her glassy eyes to X. "Would you like another round?"
"Yes. Yes, I would." She wrapped her silky arms around him as the others began to ruse from their slumber.
