Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26266 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
With that, I step into the large bathroom and automatically reach to close the door, but of course, my hand grasps only air. Goodness. This no-doors policy is going to be strange to get used to, but it’s also titillating to know that any of the men could come downstairs and look at me while I’m in the shower, or join me while I’m in the tub. They’ll also see me nude in my room, and perhaps they’ll have their way with me on the narrow twin bed, or bring me upstairs for a round of group-fucking. The thought makes me shiver with anticipation as I look at myself in the mirror. Large blue eyes look back, so huge that they almost swallow my face, and my lips look especially bee-stung and luscious. Even my breasts look bigger, although I know that it must be my imagination. After all, the men haven’t touched me yet, but I’m already dying to see what happens next.
But right, the collaring ceremony is starting soon, and I need to get ready. Quickly, I strip off my clothes and tie my hair up with a band before stepping into the stall for a scalding shower. I shave my pussy so that it’s as bald as a baby, and then reach around and shave my asshole too. There isn’t much hair back there, but I always like to make sure that I’m totally smooth, especially given what’s about to happen.
Then, I step out and dry off before applying lavender-scented lotion all over my skin. Oooh, the balm feels so luxurious and I smooth some into the valley between my breasts before reaching down and gently dabbing my thighs with the fragrance as well. The bikers are going to get a whiff of lavender when they taste my cunt, that’s for sure!
With a giggle, I step into the glittery silver boots Arthur left me and assess myself in the mirror. Goodness, I look sexy. I’m totally nude and my long black hair forms a graceful sweep over one shoulder. My blue eyes are large and luminous, and my breasts are positively enormous and yet perky, with rose-colored tips that are already stiff. My waist narrows into an elegant vee before flaring into wide hips, and of course, there’s the slit of my pink pussy between my thighs, glistening from my shower.
Giggling, I turn around and bend over before pulling my cheeks apart to look in the mirror once more. Oh yes. My back buttonhole is pink and tight, the pleats winking in the low lights. Clearly, I’m ready for whatever comes my way, and with another giggle, I straighten before tossing my mane over one shoulder with a swish. These guys better look out because Xenia Brown is ready to play.
Slowly, I ascend the steps to the first level, and to my surprise, the common room has been transformed. The sofas have been pushed to the sides of the room and they’re draped in black cloth. Candlelight flickers throughout the space, casting a soft glow, and I see that the five men have formed a half-circle as they wait for me. Even crazier, all five of them are naked, save for black hoods that cover their faces. Their broad chests gleam in the dim light, leading down to narrow hips and hard, erect cocks already slick with anticipation.
“Masters,” I breathe, stepping towards them. “It’s a pleasure.”
The tallest one seizes my gaze with glowing blue eyes.
“Don’t call us Master yet,” he commands in a deep tone. “You have yet to be initiated, Xenia.”
I nod, immediately chastened.
“Of course,” I mewl. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
He nods again. Clearly, this is John with his aura of dominance, not to mention the wide shoulders and towering height.
“Step forward,” he commands. “Then kneel.”
I do as bidden, taking to my knees gracefully at the center of the semi-circle. My head is bowed even as my mouth waters because five stiff shafts are pointed my way, and I desperately want to wrap my lips around them. I want to feel those hard rods rubbing over every inch of my skin, twisting and tickling before taking me deep in all three of my holes.
Yet I can’t let on that I’m desperate because the time isn’t right yet. As a result, I kneel on the floor, my eyes fixed on the hardwood as my nipples harden until they’re positively painful, my thighs seeping with moisture.
“You look beautiful,” the man on my left rasps, and immediately I identify him as Sam, given the blonde hair flowing out from beneath his hood. “Thank you for preparing yourself for this rite.”
“Of course, Sir,” I murmur softly, still looking at the floor. “It’s my pleasure to serve, Sir.”
A man on my left nods then, before holding out his fist. Then he opens it and in his palm nestles a gorgeous velvet choker. The ribbon is about a half inch in diameter, and there’s a pendant at the center in the shape of a stylized “C.”