Bernardo was hot. White, skinny, messy hair, that cute way of smiling and ducking his head. When he gave me those two little kisses, I felt a delicious shiver run down my whole damn spine. My entire body reacted: nipples getting hard, pussy throbbing, stomach churning with raw want. This one I wanted. This one I'd pick. I pictured him kissing me slow, touching me all gentle, making me cum while staring into his eyes. And that's exactly why it stung even harder knowing I didn't get to choose shit. That he'd only touch me because Diego said so. That his pleasure hung on my cousin's say. Fuck, that shit left me dizzy. I almost moaned out loud just imagining him spreading me open while the others watched. I wanted him for real. And I wanted it even more for him to use me like the rest. Because Diego was the one in charge.
Diego stood there, eyeing everything with that smug my-bitch grin. He caught every reaction from me. The disgust with Douglas, the pity for Robson, the hunger for Bernardo. And he loved it. Fucking loved knowing I'd obey anyway.
My heart was pounding out of control, pussy dripping down my thighs, legs shaking so bad I could barely stand. Fear, shame, horniness burning it all up, and total surrender: I'd do anything for that look from him.
I was fucked, and I was loving every second.
Six guys. Six. Me, all alone in my bikini, right in the middle of them: Diego, Adriano, Gabriel, Douglas, Bernardo, and Robson. I felt this weird tension in the air, exciting and scary as hell at the same time. The sun was beating down on the pool, but I had chills up my spine. They were chatting, laughing, drinking, but I could feel all their eyes flicking back to me constantly, like I already belonged to them.
Diego came over, grabbed my arm firm, and whispered in my ear:
— Come here with me for a sec.
He pulled me to a corner of the house, near the laundry room, where no one could hear us. He pinned me against the wall, stood right in front of me, not touching, just staring me dead in the eyes.
— You know what's going down today, right?
I swallowed hard. My breath was already short, heart thumping in my throat.
— I think so... — I whispered, voice shaking.
He let out this low, dirty chuckle.
— I called the guys for a barbecue — he paused, that asshole — and you, obviously, are the meat.
I couldn't even think of a comeback to that filthy line, so he kept going:
— This time it's six, Rafa. Six cocks. You think you can handle it?
He locked eyes with me, not blinking, and I froze. Didn't know what to say, what to feel. The arousal was already creeping up my legs, soaking my bikini, but at the same time my stomach was in knots and my chest felt tight. I was scared shitless of not being able to take it, scared it'd hurt too much, scared they'd laugh at me if I couldn't keep up. Not to mention the shame of being seen as the slut for everybody. I looked away... then at the floor, bit my lip till it hurt.
He picked up on it right away. His tone shifted. Got lower, almost gentle — but still bossy as fuck.
— Rafa... — He waited till I looked back at him. — You know you're not obligated to do jack shit, right? Everything that happens has to be consensual. You get what that means?
— I know, Diego. Of course I know, I'm not stupid! — I muttered, voice barely there.
— I don't want you doing anything just to please me. Like I said, the fun in the game is you wanting to obey. But you're free, Rafa. If you don't want to, if you're really uncomfortable, say it now.
He paused for a beat, still staring me down.
— If you wanna go home, cool. I'll drive you. No one's gonna stop you, and I won't be pissed. Swear.
The silence hit heavy. Felt like the whole house went quiet. I just stared at him, chest heaving fast. My head was spinning, thoughts all jumbled.
I could bail. Could say it was too much, that six was insane, that I couldn't handle it, that I was really scared. He'd take me home. He promised no one would force me. I could get out of there, take a shower, crash in my bed, and pretend this never happened. Could go back to being normal Rafa, the picky girl who chose who she wanted, who didn't spread her legs for just anyone.
But... what if I didn't leave?
What if I didn't want to leave?
What if the fear was exactly what had me so fucking wet? What if it being six — six guys I barely knew, some I didn't even want — was what made my body shake with need? I pictured them circling me, touching me, spreading me, filling me one after the other. Pictured Diego watching it all, stroking himself slow, proud as hell of me. Pictured Bernardo kissing me while Douglas held me down, Robson staring like I was a goddamn miracle, Gabriel and Adriano laughing and commenting on how I took it all. Pictured the pain, the exhaustion, my ass burning, pussy swollen, and still wanting more. Wanting them to keep going.
I love Diego. Love the way he looks at me when I obey. Love knowing I'm his to use however he wants. But I love this too. Love being used. Love the humiliation of fucking who he tells me to, even when they're not my type. Love feeling like nothing but holes for them to cum in. Love knowing deep down, I chose this. I could say no right now.
And I don't want to say no.
I lifted my face slow, looked him in the eyes.
— I want to... — my voice came out choked. — I'll handle it... I... I want to be your little slut.
I said it, trying to sound confident, but really I was reeling, heart in my mouth.
— Good girl.
He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, squeezed it light.
— Then let's head back out. And you're gonna give it all. No bullshit. No backing out. Got it?
I nodded, heart still racing, but now with this sick, delicious certainty.
I took a deep breath and headed back to the pool, swaying my hips, wanting it, ready.
It was the "START," the beginning of the game. Like I was on the screen to kick off a new round — and there was no cancel button anymore.
To be continued...