As the men finished their meal, Rudy cleared the dishes while Mateo stood guard by the door.
“Shall we move to the den?” Jax suggested, standing and extending his hand to me. “Little Lulu, come with Daddy.”
I took his hand, my legs trembling as he led me down the hallway after Oscar and Viktor. The den was a comfortable room with leather furniture, a well-stocked bar, and walls lined with books. A large television hung on one wall, and beneath it, I noticed with a sinking feeling, was what looked like a polished, bright pink wooden stool with leather restraints attached.
“Gentlemen, make yourselves comfortable,” Jax said, guiding me to stand in the center of the room. “Rudy, bring us the Yamazaki 18, please. And the tasting harness for Little Lulu.”
My stomach dropped. The tasting harness. I remembered all too well what Jax had done after bathing me. Rudy left and returned moments later with a tray of whiskey and the complicated arrangement of straps I’d had to wear earlier.
“Now, Little Lulu,” Jax said, taking the harness from Rudy, “it’s time to show our guests how sweet you taste.”
“Please,” I whispered. “Not like this.”
Jax’s expression hardened. “Rudy, take her dress off, please. Little Lulu, you’re going to assume the position for your harness on the ottoman. Now.”
I looked up at Rudy as he approached, my hands balled into little fists as if I might fight him off.
“Hands over your head,” he said, his voice almost gentle.
To my mortification, as I obeyed, and the enormous bodyguard reached down to pull the little pink garment up and off me, my pussy clenched hard at the knowledge that all these men couldsee me there in my daddy’s den, completely naked except for my humiliating collar.
My cheeks blazed like the sun as I walked to the big, leather-upholstered ottoman on wobbly legs. I sat on it, then lay back, facing the long sofa where Oscar and Viktor sat, grateful at least that I could only see the ceiling with its recessed lighting.
“You know what to do,” Jax said, his voice somehow a mixture of paternal care and paternal strictness. “Knees up and back.”
With a helpless little sob I obeyed this command, too. The straps of the horrid harness felt even more restrictive than I remembered as Jax put them on, forcing my knees further up and apart, revealing everything to the hungry gazes of the men. My arms were secured behind my head, leaving me completely helpless.
How many men? How many men are looking at my pussy and my bottom, my breasts with their shamefully hard nipples? Jax and his guests, and six… six huge, hulking bodyguards.
Then I wondered something else, something that made me clench again, to my horror.
Are they… are they all hard for me?
“Now,” Jax said, his voice taking on a commanding tone that made me swallow hard, “I think our guests should experience what a delicious little pussy you have, Little Lulu. I think I just saw her little vagina clench, gentlemen. I hope you caught that too; that’s the kind of bad girl we have here.”
I whimpered, hot tears of humiliation spilling down my cheeks as Jax began to stroke me there, his fingers gently pressing myclit, then making their way down to the opening of my aching sheath.
“She’s exquisite,” Oscar commented, the proximity of his voice telling me he had moved closer to examine me. “So pink and smooth.”
Viktor spoke from further away. I shuddered as I pictured his cold eyes appraising me like a piece of merchandise. “You’ve done well with her, Jax. She’s quite… appetizing.”
Jax smiled, moving his hand to squeeze my inner thigh possessively. “Gentlemen, please feel free to taste. I assure you, she’s delicious.”
I couldn’t keep from raising my head at that, in alarm and helpless need. I gasped as I saw Oscar immediately kneeling between my spread legs, his hot breath on my most intimate parts making me tremble. Then his tongue was on me, licking a slow, deliberate path from my vagina to my clit. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me, my body betraying me yet again.
“Mmm,” Oscar hummed against my flesh. “Sweet as honey. So good with the whiskey.”
When he finally pulled away, Viktor took his place, his approach more methodical. He explored me with clinical precision, his tongue probing and testing as if cataloging my responses. Despite my shame, I felt my arousal building, my hips trying to move against the restrictive harness.
“Indeed,” Viktor agreed when he finished, wiping his mouth with a handkerchief. “Most satisfactory.”
Jax beamed with pride, as if their approval of my taste was a personal accomplishment. “I thought you’d appreciate her.Now, I believe it’s time we prepare her for the next step in her training.”
He gestured to Rudy, who brought over the pink wooden stool I’d noticed earlier. It stood about two feet high, its surface smooth and polished. The restraints attached to it looked sturdy and well used.
“This is a special training stool,” Jax explained to his guests as Rudy placed it in the center of the room. “Designed specifically for the anal training of girls like Louisa. Mateo, bring the supplies.”
I felt faint as Mateo returned with a tray holding what was clearly lubricant and a pink butt plug. The plug wasn’t huge, but to me, as I thought of my bottom’s virginity, it looked enormous.
