It takes a moment for the guys to realize Jack isn't kidding. "Get your dice out. Roll for initiative."

It's sort of amusing, hearing them all fumble around for their d20s and the clatters and "shit"s as the dice rolled off the table.

"Fuck, this is a d12," Wyatt exclaims.

"You'll all get your turns. This is just so our little slut-" he gently yanks at the leash. "-knows exactly whose cock is going in her next."

"Jesus Christ," Peter said, almost as though he really were at church.

My fingernails dig into the table.

"Sixteen," from Alex.

"Shit, four," from Wyatt.

"Eleven," from Peter.

Jack slowly walks behind me, the collar loosely following where the leash goes. The fabric slides easily across my skin as he hands the silver leash to Alex.

"You're up, rogue. What do you wanna do?"

"I..." He stares at me, almost in a daze. "Can I take off your dress?"

"For tonight, she is our little slut," Jack says, easing himself back into his game master's chair. "As far as you're concerned, the answer to all your 'may I's and 'can I's is a resounding 'yes.'"

Alex slowly brings his fingers to my tied strap. The dress is loose otherwise, so those two ties are the only things keeping me clothed. He pulls the first tie loose, moves the strings aside, and nears the other strap.

"Use your teeth," Peter blurts out, putting a hand over his mouth.

After a pause, Jack says, "You heard him, use your teeth."

Alex leans around my back, pulling the leash down, so my back is pressed against my chair and my chest is out. His lips graze my skin as he bites the strap of my dress, and the fabric falls loose as he pulls away. He traces his fingers across my chest, and gently pulls the fabric down over my tits.

No going back now, I think, breathing heavier.

His fingers linger on my tits, teasing and rubbing my nipples, then pinching and massaging them. "Jack, you get into this every night?"

Jack is watching me and Alex intently. I can't see his lap, but knowing the fiery look in his eye, he's aching for his turn.

"Fuck, get up," Alex orders. "Hands on the table. Leg up. I want you spread."

I obey every word. When I rise from my chair, my dress falls off entirely. I lean over the table and put my knee up as ordered, my tits hanging down, my leg bent and flush with the table.

"I think Alex has been thinking about this, baby girl." Jack leans up to brush the hair from my face. "Turn your face to me. I wanna see what he does to you."

Wyatt and Peter don't know what to do with themselves. They're sitting back in their seats, their pants tightening by the second.

I can't see what Alex is doing behind me, but I feel the leash go slack and his hand grope and squeeze my ass, and hear his belt being unbuckled.

"Wait," Peter interrupts, "what about condoms?"

"She's a cum dumpster, boys." Jack laughs. "There's Plan B in the cabinet if you're so damn worried."

"Fuck," Alex says, slapping my ass. His fingers reach around my hips to my cunt, to feel between my folds. "She's fucking dripping."

I twitch under his touch, feeling his middle finger circling my clit. I suddenly feel a wave of anxiety and the need to cover my face; I plant my head in my arms as though the boys aren't watching Alex start to fingerfuck me.

Before I can grow comfortable shielding myself, Alex takes the leash again. "Uh-uh, baby girl," he says. "You stay up." He pulls the leash back as his fingers slip into my cunt and start rubbing, feeling inside me. It becomes impossible to cover my face, and--thanks to Alex's skill--impossible to hide how much I'm enjoying it.

I feel his fingers slip out and hear him moan quietly. After a moment, I feel his hard cock tease my slit. Instinctively, I grind back, eager to feel his length inside me.

"She's excited," Jack purrs. Before I know what's happening, he leans up an slaps my ass, making me yelp. "Fuck her, Alex."

Without a second thought, Alex dips an inch into me. He's testing the waters. His cock isn't girthy, but as he eases in inch by inch, I realize his power is in its length and curve. As he slowly begins pumping, his cock rubs my walls in all the right ways. I want to roll my head forward and relax in the moment, but the leash chokes me before I can.

As far as I can feel, Alex is holding only the leash as his hips buck into me. The taut chain keeps my head up and face in full view as I buck and moan on his cock.

Though my eyes are clamped shut, I hear either Peter or Wyatt pulling their pants down, and Wyatt whispering, "holy shit."

"Believe it, Wyatt," Jack tells him. "You'll get your turn."

Alex holds the chain taut and grabs my hips with both hands. I think it's been a while since he's had a woman around his cock in any capacity, and I feel him twitch as his thrusts pick up.

"Fuck," he grunts, "I had no idea--grunt--no idea you were such a slut--grunt--"

Hearing him grunt, hearing him say that magic word--*slut*--pushes me closer to the edge. My nerves are still a barrier, but damn if Alex doesn't know how to fuck a woman.

I turn to catch a glimpse of him, and try to moan out, "fuck me, fuck me please," in between grunts.

This sends him over the edge; he grunts and growls--almost a scream--as he pumps his cum into me like it's his fucking job. "God," he breathes out finally, leaning on the table, his hands on either side of me. He leans closer to me and kisses behind my ear and down my neck, and finally slips his cock out of me.

Alex breathes heavily, running his hands on my waist, and mindlessly massaging my ass. "Who's next?"