Chapter 23: Ravi’s Offer

The dark, opulent VIP room beckoned as Ravi guided Purdey inside, his hand possessive on her lower back, fingers splayed with gentle pressure against the thin fabric of her dress. A polished mahogany table commanded the centre, its surface gleaming under the ambient crimson light, sturdy shibari straps hanging from each ornately carved leg—visual promises that sent electric shivers down her spine.

Ten figures lined the perimeter like sentinels of pleasure, faces hidden behind elegant Venetian masks adorned with feathers and jewels, bodies showcased in expensive underwear—silk, lace, and leather that whispered of wealth against bare skin. Despite their concealment, several men responded visibly to her entrance—their desire unmistakable beneath silk boxer briefs, the tension in the air thickening with each breath she took.

A woman emerged from the shadows, her stiletto heels striking a hypnotic rhythm against the polished hardwood, each click resonating in Purdey’s chest. The scent of jasmine and expensive perfume wafted around her as she approached. She carried a leather collar with a thin silver chain that caught the light as it swayed. Wordlessly, she secured it around Purdey’s neck, the material cool and smooth against her heated skin, the weight of it both foreign and thrilling.

“This is Purdey,” Ravi announced, his voice carrying throughout the room like velvet thunder. “Tonight, she exists for your pleasure. Whatever you desire, she will fulfil.”

Purdey’s heart raced, her breath shallow as she examined the masked faces, searching for any hint of familiarity in their eyes, in the curve of a jaw, in the set of shoulders. Could that be her firm’s senior partner? Perhaps that one was the CEO she’d presented to last week? Their anonymity quickened her pulse—these could be anyone from her professional life, watching her stripped of pretence and position, without recognition. The thought sent a conflicting wave of vulnerability and power surging through her veins, making her fingertips tingle and her mouth go dry with anticipation.

“On the table,” commanded a deep voice from behind one of the masks.

After a moment’s hesitation, Purdey climbed onto the polished surface. Anonymous hands positioned her with practiced efficiency. The shibari ropes encircled her wrists and ankles, securing her spread-eagled. Someone bound her head, restricting her movement to the slightest turn.

The sapphire dress bunched around her waist, leaving her exposed to everyone. The cool air caressed her bare skin, raising goosebumps.

“Beautiful,” murmured a feminine voice near her ear.

The first strike of a riding crop caught her unaware—a sharp sting across her inner thigh. Purdey gasped, pulling against her restraints.

“Count,” ordered a woman’s voice.

“One,” Purdey whispered.

The crop landed again, nearer to her centre. “Two.”

By the tenth strike, her skin radiated warmth, marked with delicate pink lines. Someone grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as far as the restraints allowed.

“Open,” commanded a male voice.

She parted her lips as a man pressed forward. The angle challenged her, but she worked her tongue along him, creating a tight seal with her lips.

“Eager little thing,” he growled appreciatively, advancing until she tasted his arousal.

Another masked figure appeared between her bound legs. She couldn’t see who approached, could only gasp around her occupied mouth as fingers explored her, finding her already slick with anticipation.

“She’s ready for us,” announced a feminine voice with satisfaction.

The fingers withdrew, replaced by the press of another man against her entrance. He entered slowly, stretching her. A second man positioned himself alongside, equally eager. Purdey’s eyes widened as their intention became clear.

“Hold her open,” someone instructed.

Strong hands gripped her thighs, spreading them wider. The first man remained inside as the second aligned himself. He advanced gradually, her body yielding reluctantly as he joined his companion.

Purdey cried out around the intrusion in her mouth as both men shoved their cocks inside her. The sensation was overwhelming—pleasure and pressure intertwined as her body accommodated them both.

“She takes them beautifully,” a woman remarked, voice filled with admiration.

The men established alternating rhythms—one withdrawing as the other advanced, creating continuous sensation. Her body responded, trembling with each movement as moisture gathered on her inner thighs.

The man at her mouth tightened his grip, his movements becoming more insistent. Tears spilled from her eyes, mascara tracking down her cheeks as she struggled to maintain her breath.

“She has room for more,” called another voice.

Additional hands parted her further, exposing her completely. Cold lubricant trickled between her cheeks, followed by exploratory fingers preparing her final entrance. The fingers worked methodically before withdrawing.

A third man pressed forward, insistent and patient until her body yielded, accepting him while the others continued their relentless attention.

Purdey’s mind surrendered to sensation. The men established a coordinated rhythm, using her body with practiced precision. When those at her centre withdrew slightly, the third advanced, ensuring she remained constantly filled.

“She’s extraordinary,” someone said, trailing fingers across her damp skin.

A woman mounted the table, positioning herself above Purdey’s face as the man withdrew from her mouth. “Pleasure me,” she demanded, lowering herself to Purdey’s lips.

Purdey complied eagerly as the men continued their attentions. The woman moved against her tongue, her enjoyment vocal and uninhibited.

The men at her centre quickened their pace, their movements creating friction against each other within her. One reached between them, circling her sensitive bud with practiced fingers, causing her to strain against her restraints.

“I’m close,” announced one of the men. He thrust deeply, his release triggering her own climax, making her tighten around the remaining intrusions.

The third man responded to her body’s reaction, finding his own completion moments later. The second quickly followed, adding to the warmth spreading through her.

As they withdrew, their combined evidence of pleasure escaped her. Three new masked figures immediately took their places—a fresh participant claiming her mouth while two others positioned themselves at her centre, already slick from the previous encounter.