Blindfolded Reward

***This is a work of fiction; all characters are over 18***

My heart beats wildly as Malachi leads me blindfolded down the stairs towards the voices. It’s not a large group this time at least—just two or three others would be my guess, based on what I can hear.

The men quiet, and I startle when I suddenly feel hands close around each of my arms.

The men don’t say anything to me, but the pressure they apply while propelling me forward makes it clear that reward or not, this experience is not optional. That knowledge is unsettling, but also kind of exciting.

What is it about being helpless that is exciting for me? I hate being helpless—I really do, yet for some reason, my body seems to consistently soften when I’m placed in a helpless predicament. Perhaps it’s because all of my sexual experiences up to this point, with the one exception being sex with Jaimie, have stemmed from a place of helplessness. My body literally hasn’t known sexual pleasure outside of being helpless.

The last two-and-a-half years have fucked me up, no doubt about that.

I have no idea where the men have led me, but they suddenly stop and remove their hands from my arms. I’m scooped up and placed on my butt on a padded surface. Someone holds a glass to my lips.

“It’s a shot—drink it; you need to relax—I told you this is a reward,” Malachi says.

I tilt my head back and allow the liquor to be poured down my throat. I sputter and make a face.

“I don’t trust you,” I admit, once I’ve recovered.

“Well that’s a shame. When have I given you reason not to trust me?”

I scoff. “You rape me daily and encourage others to as well. In what world would I trust you?”

Malachi laughs. “Oh come on, babe; how many times do I need to make you come before you admit how much your pussy craves my cock?”

“It’s still rape, Malachi. And I’ve lost track of the number of times you or your friends have caused me pain.”

“Shh… You can trust that when I say I’m giving you a reward, it will feel good for you… Here, have another shot.”

Another glass is placed at my lips, and again, I drop my head back in acceptance.

“Are you feeling relaxed yet or do you need one more?”

A feeling of warmth is spreading through me, making my limbs feel tingly. “I’m… okay,” I say.

“Good. Lay down on your stomach; your face should land in the head cradle.”

I obey. After this past week, I have become quite familiar with massage tables. Is that what he plans to do? Massage me? Well that I could enjoy. Why he bothered to invite his friends over as witnesses, I have no idea.

“Now spread your legs,” Malachi orders.

My pussy softens slightly in response to that command. I obey as I mentally scold myself. Thank goodness he can’t see my reaction to him. So far Malachi’s done all the talking, so I have no clue who the other men in the room are. I find that unnerving.

“Attach these to her ankles,” he says.

Wait, what? I tense at the familiar feeling of a cuff tightening around my ankle. Anxiety wells up at the realization that I’ll be restrained.

“Wait!” I lift up my head from the cradle, attempting to raise myself back to a sitting position, though the hands holding my ankles prevent me from pulling my legs in. “I thought this was a reward! Why are you restraining me?”

“Relax; this will feel good,” Malachi reassures. “Give her another shot.”

“No! Malachi, answer me! Why are you restraining me?”

“My, my, you are on edge today. Be a good girl and drink your shot. And no more talking. We can always gag you if needed.”

A glass is placed against my lips, but I turn my head away and lift up a hand to block it.

“What the fuck, Malachi? Do you even know what a reward is?”

“It’s daddy to you, whore. And just because I am choosing to reward you, it doesn’t mean that you get to call the shots. A reward simply means that my primary goal is to bring you pleasure, opposed to discipline or entertainment for my friends.

“However, I can always amend my focus for the evening if you keep this up. So if you want your pleasure to remain my primary intention for the evening, you will drink your shot, close your mouth, and lay face down like a good girl.”

My face warms from being told off even as my pussy swells.

Why is it swelling?! His arrogance drives me nuts!

It evidently also makes you wet. I push that thought away.

The need to both defend my ego as well as distract myself from the wetness between my legs has me wanting to defy him, but the thought of being spanked or otherwise disciplined has me biting my tongue instead.

I can feel my ankles being pulled apart until they are resting on the edges of the table. Each is tied into place. My pulse accelerates, fear mixing with arousal.

“Alright, I think she has finally shut her mouth. Let’s begin.”

I can’t help but tense at those words, but then

Oh my god. What is happening?

My past experiences of multiple men have been rough and jarring, but this…

It’s like I’m in a dream.

So… many… hands…

…but they caress and sooth rather than grab and demand. The hands on my butt and thighs surprisingly don’t grope my pussy. Even so, for several minutes I remain on edge as my residual fear tries to maintain a hold on my nervous system. I’m confused by the mixed sensory input.

I’m surrounded and outnumbered, but the stroking hands speak of safety and comfort.

I’m restrained, open and vulnerable, but the hands and their calming touch are gentle.

Despite my better judgement, with each moment that passes, I reluctantly allow the hands to coax me deeper into relaxation. Finally, I let out a deep sigh and let go of the last remnants of my resistance, allowing myself to fully settle into the table.

“That’s it,” Malachi says softly. “Entrust us with your body. Allow us to make you feel good.”

At the sound of his voice, my mind wakes up again, reminding me to keep my guard up. I tense slightly.

As if in response to my inner voice, Malachi speaks again, his voice a gentle caress. “You’re safe here, little one. You can let go…

“Let…

“…go…”

I can’t know for sure, but I suspect it is his hands that are gently brushing up and down my spine, from the base of my skull, down to my lower back.

It reminds me of how my mom used to calm me down as a child. And like when I was a child, my being can’t help but respond positively to the familiar and grounding touch. Again, I release my fearful thoughts and feel myself fully relaxing.

“Good,” the voice in my ear coos. “You’re safe… we’ve got you.”

It’s a strange thing to be touched by so many hands, without an image in my head of who they are. Of course my mind can picture Malachi, but the others are merely apparitions, angels sent to soothe my body.

Malachi and the angels…

Sounds like the title to some band. I snicker quietly at the ridiculous turn my thoughts have taken.

My attention returns to the hands tracing my spine. This time, instead of sweeping back up towards my neck from my lower back, they continue their path downwards, tracing the space between my buttocks, but stopping short of my pussy. My breath catches as my pussy swells in anticipation.

While other hands continue to sooth and caress my shoulders, arms, and waist, the hands on my spine again change their trajectory—this time moving outwards to trace the curves of each of my buttocks before moving to massage my inner thighs.

My pulse quickens as the massage takes a turn towards greater intimacy, though not from fear.

The hands on my thighs are tracing a tantalizing path up my inner thighs, the fingers just about brushing the folds of my pussy before turning at the very last moment to follow the curve of my buttocks before returning back down to my thigh.

Other hands are tracing the curve of my waist to brush the sides of my breasts; while other hands are massaging my palms and intertwining fingers through mine.

Oh my god…

It’s as if the large masculine hands caressing the intimate spaces between the digits of my hands are charged with electricity and it’s shooting down my arms, through my torso to the space between my legs, which is growing increasingly slick with arousal.

Despite hands touching me all over, it is with growing awareness that I realize the hands have awoken an ache between my legs, and it’s demanding to be attended to. I arch my hips off the table to invite the hands on my thighs closer towards my aching center, my need growing increasingly urgent.

“Good girl,” Malachi whispers. “Open up for us.” Louder he says, “Lets get her turned over.”

The pressure holding my ankles apart is released.

“Flip onto your back,” he tells me.

I obey. Again, my ankles are pulled apart and re-tied in a spread open position. Not that it’s needed. My legs are spreading of their own volition as my body trembles with growing desire.

“Lift your arms over your head,” Malachi orders.

I obey. My wrists are tied together with rope.

And then the hands are on me again. I moan and writhe as several hands swirl over my torso, massaging my breasts and stomach. I arch into their touch, loving it and craving more. Other hands massage my thighs, starting with my outer thighs before gradually working their way inwards.

In eager receptiveness, I arch my pelvis, opening my hips in acceptance of their touch, but the hands continue to massage my inner thighs, avoiding my labia.

“Malachi, please,” I finally murmur.

“What is it, baby?”

“I want… I want… more…” I say breathlessly in a lame attempt to communicate my need.

“Mmm… of course you do. Daddy’s little whore is always hungry… Someone loosen off her legs.”

The rope securing my legs in place is removed, and then hands grip me under the armpits and pull until my head is hanging off the table.

“Open your mouth, little one,” Malachi commands quietly.

The second I do, my mouth is filled with cock. I suck it eagerly, my body primed to receive. The angle of my hanging head allows me to easily take the cock deep until my nose hits the man’s balls. The cock takes my throat for several seconds at a time before easing off to allow me to take a breath.

After each breath, I welcome the sweet filling sensation of the cock sliding deep into my airway—my state of relaxation and arousal so intense that I feel I could submit to anything the mysterious hands ask of me.

I feel high with arousal and need. I moan again around the cock down my throat. My pussy, now soft and slick with arousal, is aching to join my throat in being filled.

“She’s ready for the next stage; let’s get her pussy to the edge of the table now,” Malachi announces.

My core clenches in anticipation at his words. As much as my body is craving this, I’m suddenly afraid.

The cock pulls out of my mouth and a hand supports my head back onto the table as I am dragged along the table by my ankles.

“I need someone on either side of her, holding her legs open,” Malachi directs.

A jolt of fear has me suddenly tensing.

Hands grab each of my legs, spreading them, while others continue to caress me. My fear is forgotten when my pussy is engulfed in a blissful blanket of warm wetness, and I moan loudly as I push my hips up to meet the source of pleasure.

“Keep still,” Malachi orders.

I whimper, eager to chase the pleasure, but I obey, reluctantly lowering my hips back down in submission.

The warm wetness pulls away, and I whine in frustration.

He chuckles. “Our whore is literally dripping. Go on and take a turn tasting her.”

And then soft lips wrap around my clit and suck. Intense pleasure floods through me. I desperately crave to wrap my knees around the man’s head, securing the pleasure against me, but hands hold my thighs wide open.

“Don’t let her come yet,” Malachi orders.

I growl as the lips release my clit. The men chuckle. A tongue licks along my labia instead.

“Alright, step aside; it’s my turn.” The voice is familiar, but I can’t place it.

My entire body clenches as a tongue hungrily laps up my juices. It feels good, but it’s not what I need to come.

“Keep still!” Malachi scolds. I didn’t even realize that I had lifted my hips again.

Someone grabs my hair. “Would you like to cum, my sweet whore?” Malachi whispers into my ear.

“Yes… please, daddy.”

“How about we fill your holes with cock first—would you like that?”

“Yes,” I admit, my body trembling with the need to come.

“Good whore,” he says, tenderly placing a kiss on my lips. He pulls away before I can deepen it.

***

My legs are untied, and I am lifted in a cradle from the massage table and carried up the stairs. My heart pounds in anticipation, fear mixing with arousal. Finally, I am set down into a sitting position on what feels like Malachi’s bed.

Instinctively, I lift my tied hands to pull the blindfold off, but someone grabs my wrists before I have a chance.

“Keep it on,” Malachi orders softly. I can sense him leaning over me. “Stay in the moment. Feel. Don’t think.”

His lips brush mine, heating my blood with desire. He deepens the kiss, his mouth and tongue claiming mine with an intensity that steals my breath and leaves my mind empty of thoughts. All I can do is surrender to his lips as desire swallows me into its electric haze.

“Mmm… that’s a good whore,” Malachi murmurs against my lips.

He releases my mouth to latch onto one of my breasts instead, sucking a nipple into his mouth. Male hands cup my face, turning my head to the side before another set of lips meets mine. It’s not Malachi anymore—his mouth is busy devouring my nipple.

My body doesn’t seem to care who it is. A fresh rush of arousal bursts through me as I soak in the man’s spicy scent and the taste of mint on his tongue. I moan into his mouth as Malachi moves to suck my other nipple before placing his hand over my dripping pussy.

Fuck…

And then I feel a third mouth latch onto my neck as a hand reaches around me from behind to squeeze my free breast.

Oh my god…

The dreamlike state is back. The hands are all over me, but I don’t feel overwhelmed. I feel high.

Desired.

Worshipped.

Aroused. Fuck. I’m so aroused.

I moan and ride what I think is still Malachi’s hand. Whether it is or not, I don’t really care. I am simply lost in the pleasure of hands all over me. I kiss the lips on mine deeply, my head lolling to the side in submission as the mouth on my neck devours me, sucking deeply.

Malachi lets my nipple go. I assume it is him who frees my hands from their bindings a moment later. Hands grab my wrists and guide each of my hands to a cock. I obediently grip a cock in each hand, eager to stroke them. Both cocks are hard and leaking precum.

My pussy is now throbbing against the hand, and I rub greedily against it, craving penetration. I think I could come like this, but then Malachi speaks up. “Let’s fill her. I’ll take her cunt.”

Does he mean all of them? At the same time? A sliver of fear threatens my cushy haze of arousal. I hear sounds of clothing being removed, and then hands pull me face down onto a firm body.

My legs spread, and I moan deeply as the tip of a cock rubs up against my entrance. Malachi?

I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter to me. Whoever’s cock it is feels like heaven sliding against my slippery tissues. My moan increases in pitch as his thickness sinks into me.

Oh my god.

I eagerly ride him, hungry to take him deeper, my pussy tightening around him and sucking him in with each upward thrust of his pelvis.

“Fuck, yeah; that’s a good slut. Now stay relaxed while we fill another of your holes.”

A hand grips my hip from behind as lube is applied to my ass and a finger sinks inside of me, easing me open. To my surprise, the finger isn’t painful, and I am able to relax around it.

“Y-e-s… that’s a good slut,” a familiar voice croons. “Open up for me.”

I know that voice, but I can’t place it in my foggy state.

The finger slides out, and I feel the tip of a cock at my back entrance instead. Arousal and fear compete for my attention. I fight the urge to tense up as his tip fills me.

I whimper from the pain of him stretching me.

“Relax, baby. Let me fill you.” He pauses for a moment, allowing me to relax around him and adjust to his thickness. The initial pain passes, and he takes the opportunity to sink into me further—too quickly! A stab of pain rushes through me as my body spasms. I cry out.

“Shh… It’s okay, baby. You got this. You can take it. You’re doing so well; almost there.”

The sharp pain eases, and again I am able to relax around him.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

Slowly, he thrusts into me as the cock in my pussy resumes its thrusting as well. Before long, the two cocks filling me from both ends fall into a rhythm, and I find myself moving my own hips along with them. As I do, a feeling of pleasure spreads through me.

The last time I was fucked simultaneously by two cocks was with the director’s friends, and I was balling my eyes out from shock and pain. But this—everything about it feels different.

I’m sandwiched tightly between two men, their hands holding my hips, their hard cocks literally competing for space inside of me, but rather than feeling trapped, I feel embraced and desired.

I hear their heavy breathing and moans surrounding me; I sense their passion and eagerness as they chase their pleasure, and I realize with pride that it is my body that is making them feel good. I have no idea who the man is behind me, but in that moment I feel a deep sense of connection with him. I breathe in deeply, noticing the heady masculine scent of their sweat mixed with their body wash and spicy aftershave, and a thrill rushes through me.

My heart swells as I allow myself to be swept back into a cloud of pleasure, my moans blending with those of my lovers.

Lovers. That’s a strong word. Do you really mean that?

Yes.

No.

Whatever.

I’ve never felt more alive.

A hand grips my hair and pulls my head back. I feel a cock at my lips. Without hesitation, I open my mouth and let it slide to the back of my tongue, fully filling my last opening.

“Hmm… you take us so well, slut. You look so fucking sexy with your holes full of cock. Our own little sex goddess.”

My heart swells at the praise as my brain scrambles once again to place the familiar voice.

Max.

And then it suddenly clicks for me who the other familiar voice belongs to—Leo.

Of course. A sense of happiness settles over me at the realization, and I smile slightly around Max’s cock.

“Come for us, little whore,” Malachi murmurs. “Come while your body is wrapped tightly around our cocks, before we pump you full of our cum.”

Fuck.

I feel every bit a sexy goddess as I moan around the cock in my mouth, while writhing against the cocks in my pussy and ass.

Behind me, Leo thrusts harder into my ass. It’s intense, but rather than causing pain, it sends a fresh wave of pleasure seeping through me. I ride Malachi’s cock faster, trying to keep up.

My orgasm is just around the corner. I can feel the energy building, my muscles primed for their release. I grip Malachi’s shoulder in my hands to support myself as I thrust eagerly against his cock, my mouth whimpering in pleasure around Max’s cock.

“Yes, Jaycee! Good fucking girl! Come on my cock!”

My whimpers turn to cries as my orgasm explodes through me. Leo and Malachi come soon after. I feel every pulse of their cocks as they fill my ass and pussy with their cum.

Max is the last to find his release. He grips my hair tightly and buries his cock in my throat as his cum shoots out in waves. I swallow and sputter and manage to keep it down.

He pulls out of my mouth before Leo pulls out of my ass, leaving me on top of Malachi.

The blindfold is removed from my eyes. Now that I can see, I at once feel shy and self-conscious. I make eye contact with Malachi. He’s staring at me with an amused look on his face.

“What?” I say.

“You look adorable all fucked up.”

I feign offense and give him a playful smack, though my heart has warmed at being called adorable. I move to lift myself off his cock, but he pulls me back with a heavy arm. “Did I say you could move, little one?”

I look at him in surprise and lay back down on top of him. “I thought we were done,” I whisper.

“We’re done fucking, yes, but I’m enjoying looking at you.”

Oh. I stare at him, my pulse increasing as I blink at him.

“Your hair’s a mess. Your makeup’s all smeared…”

“Yeah; well, you don’t look so hot yourself,” I grumble, my heart deflating at the criticism as I try once again to escape his grasp.

He pulls me back down again. “I wasn’t done.”

“I get it. I’m a mess. Let me go clean up, please.”

He grabs my hair, holding me in place. “Stop trying to get away, slut! You’ll get up when I say you can get up… You’re a mess, yes, but your eyes are shining… You’ve never looked more beautiful.”

I stare at him in shock as his words send warmth through my being.

That is most definitely the nicest thing he’s ever said to me.

He grins and places a hand on my chest, giving me a little push. “Now, you may go clean up.”