Tonight the velvet couches have been pushed aside. In the center stands a low, padded altar draped in black silk, lit only by the flicker of a dozen candles. The five men are waiting, no women tonight, just five masked, muscled gods, c***s already hard and glistening with oil, eyes locked on me like wolves.
I'm Aria, and tonight I’m theirs alone.
They don’t speak. They just move.
Two of them grab my wrists, two more my hips, and in one rough motion they lift me onto the altar on all fours. My knees sink into the silk, back arched, ass high, t**s hanging heavy beneath me, already bouncing from the force of their hands. My n*****s graze the cool fabric and I whimper.
The first man, tall, inked, and thick as my wrist, steps behind me. He spreads my ass cheeks with rough palms and drags th
