Page 102 of Rattle the Cage

All I could manage was a smile. “She just told us to leave her office.” Looking around, I felt my gaze catch on the long tunnel we’d walked down earlier, all the things I wanted to do to Tess in there. “Besides, if she wanted us gone, the guards would’ve taken us to the garage.”

Even Cyrus knew that was true. And through the flashing party lights, I could see the desire on her face. She wanted to take Tess back to that hallway just as badly as we did.

I stepped closer to our toy, pressing my hand into her back more firmly this time. “We all want to explore their little playroom. Don’t we?”

Blade’s voice came out desperate and hungry. “Fuck yes.”

Looking to Cyrus, Tess swallowed hard. She could see how hungry our grumpy Freak really was for her. A hint of fear flashed in her eyes, making my clit throb between my legs. She’d seen the toys in that room, knew that we were capable of using each and every one of them — maybe even more so than she thought.

I let my lips graze her ear, whispering in a near growl. “You’re curious, aren’t you, Sweet Lamb?”

Biting her lip, Tess nodded. Her eyes grew big and watery, like a desperate little doe.

Cyrus was the one to grab Tess’s hand, pulling her back toward the tunnel. Blade and I laughed as we followed behind. Eyes from around The Station watched us as we moved, matching our outfits to our intentions with this gorgeous woman.

No one would bother us. Tess would be all ours to play with.

When we reached the stone arches, Cyrus rushed ahead to the end of the hallway. I’d assumed she would take one of the glass-enclosed rooms, wanting privacy.

Instead, she led all of us to the back room where an orgy had been taking place just an hour before.

But now, the space was largely empty — except for a few stragglers.

Cyrus gritted her teeth and barked at them. “Out. Now.”

Everything about Cyrus’s outfit told them what she would demand. And from what I could remember, the stragglers were all okay with being commanded.

They found their way out of the room, a few of them lingering in the doorway as their eyes watched us.

Holding Tess’s shoulder, I placed her at the center of the open dungeon.

Nervous, her eyes darted around the room. Just behind her was a padded spanking bench. If she’d never seen one before, my Sweet Lamb might think it was just a regular seat.

Each of us circled around her, eyes hungrily passing over her purple gown.

With each revolution, I moved closer to her until I was just an inch away. I let my hands run up her dress, teasing the soft skin of her thighs as I approached her hips.

“Oh…” Tess whimpered, her eyebrows knitting together as fear and pleasure washed over her.

Licking my lips, I stopped in front of her. “The rules are different here. You get safe words tonight. ‘No’ won’t save you. But green, yellow, and red will.”

Blade ran her finger along Tess’s delicate chin. “But ‘red’ means stop. Everything. We won’t believe you until you say ‘red’, so you have to mean it.”

Nodding, Tess watched us closely.

“We’re going to need verbal confirmation, Ragdoll.” Cyrus hissed as she kept pacing around our toy.

I could see in those icy eyes that she was surprised by our coordination, that she was wondering how often we played together.

But the truth was, it was rare. When we did it was always on Fright Night where safe words and rules didn’t exist by design. And even still, we never wanted anyone before the way we all craved our Tess.

Tess let out a deep breath. “Yes, I understand. Green.”

“Good Trinket.” Blade smirked as her hands gripped Tess’s perky tits through her dress. “You’ll call me Daddy.”

Grabbing the back of Tess’s neck, I cradled her head. “And me, Master.”

Cyrus’s eyes were pitch-black in the dim lighting of the dungeon. “And me, Owner.”