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“Now, Leah, I’d make some introductions, but I think you already know everyone, isn’t that right?”
I looked at the four men standing in front of me, all of them looking back at me with amused expressions on their faces.
“Why don’t you remind me of how you know each of them?” Dennis asked, in the voice he used whenever disobedience was not an option.
I started to shake. I tried to turn around, to plead with him more effectively, but his grip was too tight. “Dennis, please don’t make me,” I whined, my voice sounding weak, even to my own ears.
“Leah. Be a good girl and tell me how you know each of my good friends here. Or you can leave. But if you leave, we’re done. For good.”
Oh fuck. Being here with Dennis had made me realise immediately that I wasn’t ready to leave this behind. But this was going to be humiliating. And it hit me, right then. Of course it was. Because that’s what Dennis did. And it was what I craved. As awful as this situation was, I realised I hadn’t felt this alive since the last time I’d seen him.
Clearing my throat, I pointed at Kevin. “That’s Kevin,” I said.
“I know who he is,” Dennis said, his mouth hovering next to my ear. “I want you to tell us all how you know him, like a good girl.”
Oh fuck, there it was. The phrase that was like kryptonite to me.
I did my best to quell the embarrassment that was in danger of taking over my entire body.
“I… You and he…”
“Yes, Leah?” Dennis asked, smugly.
In a rush, I said, “You and he came over and fucked me one day.”
Dennis chuckled. “Yes, Leah. Yes, we did. And you fucking loved it, didn’t you, you dirty little bitch? Be honest.”
I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. Admitting this in front of these men was the most mortifying thing I’d ever done. But my clit was throbbing, and I could feel my knickers were wet.
“Yes, Dennis, I fucking loved it.” It was almost eerie how easily I’d fallen back into the pattern of our dynamic.
Kevin’s grin was so wide that it was in danger of splitting his face.
“Ok then,” Dennis said, “Who’s next? What about Brian here?”
Brian! That was his fucking name! I’d forgotten all about this guy, but I’d only ever thought of him as App Wanker. He and I had matched on a dating app a couple of years ago and went on one date. As soon as I’d arrived, I’d realised that his photos were at least a decade younger than he was.
I’d ordered all the most expensive things on the menu, polished off a bottle of champagne by myself, then gone to the loo after dessert and bolted out of the back door, never to be seen again. I’d regaled my friends with the story of App Wanker for a few weeks, and then he’d become a distant memory. Just another tragic loser I’d ridiculed along the way.
And now, here he was, in Dennis’ silk and leather sitting room, staring me down. I blinked first. This still felt surreal. How the fuck was he even here?
“Well, Leah?” Dennis prompted me again. “How do you know my old mate Brian?”
I wanted to make up a plausible lie, but words failed me. “We, err… I think maybe we went on a date? Maybe?”
“Oh, I think you definitely went on a date, Leah,” said Dennis, his voice low and sardonic. “I think you went on a date, behaved like a horrible little madam and then fucked off, leaving Brian with a hefty bill and an unsucked cock. That’s about the size of it, right?”
There wasn’t a darker shade of red that I could turn. This was fucking awful.
“Yes, Dennis, that’s right,” I said, obediently. There wasn’t anything else I could do, he had me bang to rights.
“Think you were too good for him? Same as you think you’re too fucking good for anyone?”
I wanted to cry. Dennis was so fucking good at this.
My throat tight, I replied, “Yes, Dennis.”
“But you’re not too good for him, are you? Truth is, you’re a dirty little slut who loves getting fucked and used. You’d be lucky for a guy like Brian to even give you the time of day, wouldn’t you?”
Tears openly running down my cheeks now, I said, “Yes, Dennis.”
“Pull up your dress.”
I only hesitated for a second before doing as he asked, hitching up around my hips. It was so tight that it stuck there as though glued on. I’d really gone all-out for this party.
“Take your knickers off.”
I snapped my head to look at him. Surely not.
His gaze didn’t waver.
I gulped, then, hands shaking, I pushed my knickers down to the middle of my thighs.
“I didn’t say down, Leah. I said off.”
I paused, horribly aware that every man in front of me could already see my pussy. At this point, what difference did it make, really?
I tugged my knickers off, shaking them off my ankles and kicking them across the floor. Kevin scooped them up and sniffed them deeply.
“They wet, Kevin?” Dennis asked.
Not even pausing, Kevin nodded his head vigorously, his nostrils full of me.
“Thought so,” Dennis chuckled.
Cupping my arse cheeks in his hand, Dennis said, “Not so fucking hoity-toity now, are you, Leah? With your little cunt out for everyone to see?” Reaching his hand underneath, his fingers stroking into my soaked entrance, “Your little wet cunt. Jesus, Leah, you fucking love this, don’t you?”
Sobbing, I said, “Yes, Dennis. Yes, I do.” I knew what he expected of me, and the words flowed out easily. “I’m such a dirty little slut.”
Still sawing his fingers rhythmically in and out of me, making me feel incredible, he said, “Ask Brian nicely to come and give your cunt a feel. It’s the least you owe him, isn’t it?”
I exhaled deeply, before looking at Brian and saying, “Please, Brian, please would you come and feel my little wet cunt?”
Dennis slid his fingers out of me as Brian strode over to me. He was taller than I remembered.
“I’ve been waiting a long fucking time for you to ask me that, Leah,” Brian said, jamming his fingers inside me without ceremony, so hard that I winced. Twisting them, the sound of my arousal squelching around the quiet room, he leaned down to my ear and hissed, “Tell me how fucking sorry you are, you stuck-up little slapper.”
“I’m sorry, Brian. Really. I’m really, really sorry I was such a little bitch.” My body convulsed at the end of the sentence, forcing me even further down on his fingers.
“She’s had enough for now, Brian,” said Dennis.
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