This Is War (The Society #2)

by Ivy Smoak

“Are you crazy? Getting double-teamed by hot brothers is like…every girl’s fantasy.”

“Princess Chastity,” I said. “For losing Society Wars, I sentence you to be spit roasted in front of the entire kingdom.” I nodded to Angel and Diablo. They moved to either side of Chastity. The two men towered over her. “Gentlemen… Unsheathe your swords!”

Angel and Diablo both hooked their fingers in their little speedos and pushed them down, freeing their huge erections. And when I say huge, I mean huge.

She laughed. “Because I didn’t want to distract your suitors with my beautiful nips! I was trying to be the best wing woman.” Well that was the sweetest thing ever. Especially coming from Chastity. She loved showing off her tits.

“Why’d you wear pasties?” “I’m a princess. It wouldn’t be proper to show my tits to mere peasants.”

Nigel ran over and undid her cuffs. She immediately started stroking both men, one in each hand. Within seconds, both of their erections were at full mast. Fuck, this is so hot. “Get on all fours.” My voice came out weird and squeaky.

arching her back to stick her ass in the air. Diablo crouched down behind her while Angel stood in front. Their huge erections were inches away from her.

“It would be my pleasure,” said Diablo. In one swift motion, he hooked his arms around Chastity’s legs and swung her up onto his shoulders, her pussy pressed against his face.

“Permission to fuck her face?” asked Angel. I looked at him skeptically. With Chastity sitting on Diablo’s shoulders, her face was like 10 feet in the air. “Permission granted,”

Chastity moaned loud enough for everyone present to hear her. Angel took that opportunity to ram his cock into her mouth. She didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, it looked like she was actively trying to jam it farther down her throat.

“Fuck,” I moaned. Of course, the mic picked it up. Diablo and Angel both turned to me. “Is that a command?” “Yes,” I said, trying to cover for myself.

“Put her on all fours. It’s time we got this spit roast started.”

two giants pulled back and helped Chastity get on her hands and knees. She arched her back even more than she had before. It was clear she wanted it. And I couldn’t blame her. Just seeing Diablo devour her like that had made me dripping wet.

This was it. At my command, Chastity was going to be ravaged by two huge men. Seriously…huge. Diablo’s cock was nearly the size of her forearm.

Chastity’s eyes got big as Diablo guided his cock inside of her. “Oh God,” she moaned, but her words were drowned out by Angel claiming her mouth.

“Faster.” All three men obeyed. Diablo grabbed Chastity’s hips for extra leverage as he thrust faster and faster. Angel reaped the benefits. The faster Diablo went, the faster Chastity’s lips moved over his cock.

“Pretend that it’s me bending you over, shoving my dick deep inside of you. Look at them and think of me.”

“Harder,” I demanded without really thinking. Diablo smacked Chastity’s ass and thrust into her, burying himself all the way down to his balls. Saliva dripped from her mouth as she moaned onto Angel’s cock.

“I knew this was one of your fantasies, you dirty girl. I’m hard just picturing me being the one behind you. Claiming every inch of your tight pussy.”

“Now, baby.” He pressed down on my clit again and my entire body shattered. Every muscle in my body clenched at the same time. My pussy pulsed around his fingers. I wanted to scream, but I had no control.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered. “Don’t stop,” I panted as he tried to pull back. “Never stop.” And he didn’t. Within a minute, another orgasm washed over me. And then another. I was instantly addicted.

I jumped on Tanner and kissed him. Deeply. Passionately. I kissed him like I had before I’d messed everything up and told him I’d loved him the first time three months ago. God, I missed his lips. I’d missed everything about him.

wanted to tear his clothes off and take him right there in the forest. So I did. Because he’d told me I could do anything. And what I wanted to do was him.

tend to work out more when I’m stressed.” “Are you stressed right now?” “No…” “Well that’s a shame. Because I’m about to give you one hell of a workout.”

“Ash, we can’t.” “Why not?” “I’ve told you. I have a flaming genie penis.”

He stuck out his tongue. “Not like that. Put that away, son.” He laughed. “Not like that, huh?” “No, I want your tongue inside of me.”

“I already made you come with my fingers,” he whispered against my breast and kissed down my stomach. “And now I’m going to make you come with my tongue.” “You’re driving me crazy, Tanner.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to the stage? I’ll kneel down right in front of your throne and eat you out in front of the whole camp.” Holy shit. “No. I just want you. Right here, right now.”

He’d left me. Again. And I still wanted him. I let the tears fall down my cheeks. Why did I still want him so desperately when he kept leaving me?

But I was crying because I was hurt. Tanner kept freaking hurting me over and over again.

And then I asked for seconds and thirds. And fourths. Fine! And fifths. Don’t judge me. I was hungry AF, and I was still the princess of this damned party.

For some reason, Cole was standing there. “What are you doing here?” I asked. “Picking you up for our date,” he said with his cockiest smile. “And let me just say…” His eyes scanned up and down my body. “You look absolutely stunning.”

"No? Then why did you do your makeup all sexy and put on the dress I got you?” I looked down and pulled at the expensive fabric. “This? You didn’t get me this.” “Yes I did.” “But it’s an Odegaard.” “It is. That’s what you always wear, right?”

wouldn’t want to go on a date with me?” “Hmmm…I don’t know. Me?” I would never admit it, but he did look damn fine in his tuxedo. It was a shame he was such an asshole.

Either way, you’re a despicable pervert.” “Guilty as charged. But in my defense, I thought you were too.”

And you made your little boy toy pleasure you on stage while you watched your best friend get spit roasted.”

“Has anyone ever told you how cute you are when you get embarrassed?” he asked. I punched his arm. Ow. Were his arms made out of bricks? “I hate you.”

And honestly, the fact that Cole bought me this dress and went out of his way to surprise me made my heart skip a beat. Yes, he was cocky. But maybe I needed a date with a cocky guy tonight.

God, why had I let Tanner finger me in front of a whole group of people? Now everyone knew I was a kinky bitch.

“Seems fair. But I also have a warning for you. Those promises only apply to this date. Because let me be very clear - on our next date, I am going to get you naked. And you may not be ready for it yet, but I saw you on stage. One day soon, you’re going to beg me to spit roast you.”

“This looks like the kind of place where a bunch of mobsters would meet to bid on nuclear weapons and kidnapped virgins.” “That’s only on Wednesdays.” Is he joking? I genuinely couldn’t tell.

And you, Raven Black, are too hot to not be confident.” I was smiling so hard it hurt. Was I actually vibing this dude?

He leaned over and gave me a dimpled smile. “Hey, I’m Tom. Kat’s husband.” Husband? “I’m Raven. It’s so nice to meet you.” Seriously. I had never been so happy to meet anyone. I suddenly felt silly for feeling so threatened by her. She wasn’t trying to steal Cole…she was happily married.

“I know I promised to be a gentleman,” he said. “But…” I didn’t wait for him to finish. I got on my tiptoes and pressed my lips to his. As he kissed me back with his pillowy lips, everything melted away. In that moment, me and him were the only two people in the world.

“You know,” I said. “If you always acted like this, I might not have made you make those promises earlier.” I was actually kind of leaning toward letting him get me naked now. Maybe.

“Not that either. God, way to ruin the moment. I was trying to be sexy.” He laughed. “You don’t have to try to be sexy. I’m pretty sure it comes naturally to you.”

Cole was headed to our room - room 236. And he’d been lying about his rodeo bag. I was pretty sure my original guess had been correct. It was a BDSM bag. Which meant he was definitely not going to be a gentleman tonight. And that was totally fine with me.

never considered trying BDSM. I hoped he wouldn’t be too extreme. I could handle a blindfold and some handcuffs, but I wasn’t ready for him to alligator clamp my nipples to a car battery. I started making a mental list of my hard limits as I climbed the stairs. No anal beads. No butt stuff at all, actually. Except light spanking. That would be fine. And handcuffs could be fun…

For some reason, the first thing that came to mind was, “Yes, Daddy!” I know it seems counterintuitive, but my reasoning was that such a gross phrase would immediately kill the mood for everyone involved. Which kind of made it the perfect safe word.

“Hey baby,” he growled. He crossed one leg over the other and stamped it against the mattress. “Ready for the time of your life?” Oh God why?! What is happening?! In a total panic, I yelled out my safe word: “Yes, Daddy!” Oh fuck my life. “Oooh, Cole didn’t tell me you were such a freak. I like that.” I had never wanted to die more than I did in that moment.