Chapter 3 A Monster's Plaything

In the dimly lit luxury room of the nightclub, the air was thick with tension and the scent of expensive cigars. On the large bed, a young woman was caught between two rugged men, Taylor and Mike. Their hands roamed on her body as they playing with her boobs, their actions seems punishing with biting and sucking them..

She gasped, her breath hitching as she tried to match their ferocity. Her hands roamed, over their dicks, with caressing them very intensely and with mouning sound she sucking to them...desperately clinging to both guys as if to keep herself steady.

Seated in a commanding position on the leather sofa on opposite side of bed , Jackson observed the scene unfolding before him. His sharp gaze cut through the haze, but his expression remained cold, unreadable...

The girl writhed under Taylor and Mike's rough attentions, her moans blending with the pulse of the bass. She was eager, desperate even, to draw Jackson's gaze. But he remained unmoved, as if the display were no more entertaining than a passing breeze. His hand moved slowly, lifting his whiskey glass to his lips, and on their other side there was a cigarette in the fingers...

Taylor, with a smug grin, tilted her head back, exposing her vulnerable neck. "You wanted this, didn't you?" he sneered before roughly sucking on her boobs , leaving a red mark as she whimpered. Meanwhile, Mike's hands wandered aggressively, and spanking on her butt as he groaned in satisfaction...

"She's not enjoying it guys..please give her a stronger pleasure.."

Leaning back with an aura of indifference, his eyes closed with head rest on sofa, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of smoke. His tone sound like commanding them.. That commanding voice of his was attracting too much attention...

Taylor and Mike exchanged amused glances...The two men switched positions, one grabbing her hair while the other roughly explored her body. Both of boys enter their shaft in her and fucking her harder..Their movements were unrelenting...

"Go harder.." she mouning loudly, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge of pain and pleasure. her moans blending with the pulse of the bass. She was eager, desperate even, to draw Jackson's gaze. But he remained unmoved, as if the display were no more entertaining than a passing breeze.

The girl's muffled cries filled the room, barely audible over their taunting laughter...

"Come on, baby," Taylor growled, his voice dripping with mockery. "You wanted it harder, right?" Mike smirked as he delivered one last punishing thrust. Both men reached their climax simultaneously, releasing their loads onto her face..The girl gasped, her chest heaving as she wiped her face, her lips curving into a sultry smile...

"Jackson," she purred, her eyes darting toward the silent figure sitting across the room. He had been observing the scene the entire time, his expression cold, unreadable, as if he were analyzing prey. The faint glow of his cigarette cast eerie shadows over his sharp features...

The woman, sensing his indifference, attempted to provoke him, her voice sweet yet daring. "Why don't you join? Or are you just going to watch from your throne?"

The girl adjusted herself, spreading her legs widely in welcoming position...she would cast a glance toward Jackson, as if daring him to join, her lips curling into a mischievous smirk...

Taylor chuckled, catching her gaze. "You can try, sweetheart, but he's not easily swayed."

Jackson exhaled a slow plume of smoke, his gaze unwavering. To anyone else, the sight might have provoked some flicker of desire, amusement, or disgust. But his face remained a blank canvas-no smile, no scowl. Just an observer, as though he were watching a mundane business transaction...

His gaze flicked to her then, sharp and cold. He stubbed out his cigarette deliberately, rising to his full height...He approached her slowly, his aura exuding danger...The air in the room seemed to shift as he approached the bed, his towering frame casting a shadow over the already sinful scene....

His sharp jawline caught the dim glow of the neon lights, casting an almost predatory aura around him. He didn't need to raise his voice-his presence alone commanded obedience...

"Not there," he murmured, tilting his head ever so slightly. His fingers flicked toward the plush leather sofa across the room. "There."

The woman hesitated only for a fraction of a second before obeying, a knowing smirk curving her lips. Her movements were slow, deliberately teasing, as she swayed her hips while making her way to the sofa. With practiced grace, she draped herself over the cushions, stretching out like an offering...

Jackson took another drag of his cigarette, his expression unchanged, He stepped toward her with slow, deliberate movements, the faintest click of his belt buckle breaking the thick silence between them...

The woman bit her lip, her fingers trailing down her body, teasingly slow, waiting for his next command. Her tongue flicked out, licking the corner of her lips, a silent invitation...

Jackson's eyes darkened. Without breaking eye contact, he took a deep inhale of his cigarette before exhaling the smoke toward the ceiling. His fingers moved to his belt...

"Open your mouth," he ordered, his voice low, lethal...

Jackson moved with the kind of effortless dominance that made resistance seem pointless. His tall frame loomed over her, his presence suffocating yet intoxicating, His gaze remained locked onto hers-cold, unwavering, daring..

He reached into his shaft ,Before she could react, he pressed his monster between her parted lips.. She gasped, startled by his sudden action, but his other hand was already under her jaw, tilting her face up, forcing her to accept it...

Her breath hitched. The intensity in his eyes, sent a different kind of fear in her eyes.. He did not halt his speed.. He kept pushing his tool with dangerous force and moving deeply, relentless and unwavering..Her pulse quickened, there was a dangerous burning sensation in his throat yet she couldn't move, couldn't break away...

His sharp, chiseled features remained unreadable, but the smirk stretching across his lips was pure cruelty-lethal, knowing, merciless. His dark eyes gleamed with something predatory as he watched her....

The girl trembled, her breath hitching in desperate, uneven gasps. Tears clung to her lashes, glistening like shattered glass under the dim glow of the overhead lights. She wasn't just crying-she was pleading. Not with words, but with her eyes, wide and drowning in helplessness, silently begging him for mercy. But Jackson? He was never the merciful type...

"You wanted this, didn't you?"

His words sent another violent shudder through her body. And yet, despite the fear pooling in her eyes, despite the way her body shook under his control...He tilted his head slightly, taking another slow drag of his cigarette, his every movement deliberate, taunting...

Jackson smirked, taking one last drag of the cigarette and last push ,he flicked the cigarette aside , he put out his shaft from her mouth and with loudly scream, he release himself on her face....

Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her there-, breathless, and utterly ruined....

"He's a real monster... ," the girl whispered, her voice trembling as she struggled to steady her breath. Her body quivered, the remnants of pain still coursing through her throat...

"We warned you before baby girl-don't mess with him. You won't be able to endure it," Stanley and Mike said, laughing as they looking at the girl...

"But tell me one thing... you enjoyed it, didn't you? Don't lie," both of men teased her, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.The girl lifted her gaze toward them...

Stanley chuckled darkly, leaning in closer. "Come on, admit it."

The girl curled her lips into a mischievous smile, a playful glint flickering in her tired yet satisfied eyes. Slowly, she tilted her head, locking eyes with both of them before winking teasingly. Then, with a breathy chuckle, she whispered, "Yes."