Hmm, could she take eleven orgasms? It was hard to say. With enough breaks, sure, that could be possible. If not, it would still be fun to try.

"What do you think, Bella? Could you handle eleven?" I whispered in her ear.

"I don't know, but...I would like to try, sir," Emma's voice was breathless and shaky, revealing how turned on she was.

Call me a romantic, but while there were so many fucking things I wanted to do to her–with her, I wanted to save fucking her until we were alone. I didn't mind having sex with a woman while my friends watched or participated–hell, it was a major turn on– and I haven't needed to have privacy with anyone else, at least, not the first time. Emma was special, and I wanted that moment to be ours and nobody else's. I was sure Mateo and Gideon felt the same. I'd known them for long enough to tell when we were all on the same page.

Nodding at Mateo, I held her while he unlatched the cuffs from the chain, leaving her hands in the cuffs.

She slumped against me a little until she regained her balance. Grabbing the chain in the middle of the cuffs, I lead her to the bed. With a smirk, I pushed her down on it. Her tits bounced as she hit the bed, drawing my eyes to them. They were round and perfectly shaped–her pink nipples a perfect contrast to her white skin.

While Mateo fastened her hands to the headboard, I went ahead and collected a couple of fun toys for later; Dildo and vibrator. Laying them on a nightstand, I let Emma see what I'd chosen for her.

Her eyes widened at the toys, and her breathing grew even more labored.

I crawled up the bed and laid beside her, swiping her hair away from her face. "God, you're perfect," I said as I took her in. "So fucking perfect." For us, the silent words hung in the air.

"How does your ass feel? Do we need to tend to it now, or later?" I asked, wanting to make sure she was fine before we continued.

"No, there's no need, sir," she said.

We were all still dressed, which Emma frowned at. But she could frown as much as she wanted–she didn't have any say in what we did or didn't do unless, of course, she used her safe word. Fuck, the truth was, if I undressed, I would fuck her right here, right now. I wouldn't be able to control myself; I've waited too long for it.

Mateo settled on her other side on the bed, and, as if we'd planned it, we bent down and took her nipples into our mouth.

My hand traveled its way down her body, stroking her soft skin. Her legs opened automatically, giving me space to roam. I found her slick and wanting–her wetness seeping from her hole.

I kissed her stomach...her hips...her hair trimmed mound...until finally, my mouth met my fingers. I licked her from slit to her clit, and did it again, and again, and again. I never put much pressure, teasing her with my tongue.

Smirking up at her, I said, "Remember to count." Before I upped the speed and the pressure. Emma tasted like nectar–so fucking sweet, and a whole lot addictive.

Emma moaned loudly, arching her back to try to make Mateo take more of her breast. It was hot to look at Mateo pleasuring her up there while I pleasured her down here.

It didn't take long before I got an orgasm out of her. She cried out as the rush of ecstasy traveled through her body. I didn't let up, not once–until I'd gotten two more.

"How many are we at, sweetheart?" I asked, knowing full well the answer.

"Three, sir." If she was breathless earlier, she was panting now.

"What's your safe word, gorgeous?" Mateo asked, making sure she remembered.

"Orange, sir."

"Good girl." Mateo nodded towards the dildo, and I reached out to get it for him. It was a couple of sizes smaller than what we had packing, so it should be enough for her to handle.

As I rose from my space between her legs, Mateo placed the dildo right by her slit, circling it. With how wet she was, she wouldn't need lubrication.

Grabbing her chin, I turned her towards me. "Should we give Gideon a good show?" I whispered. "He hasn't been able to take his eyes off you."

She flicked her gaze to him, and I followed suit. Sure enough, Gideon had moved his chair, so he had a direct view of what was happening. His hand was kneading his dick through his pants while his gaze was locked on Emma.

"Spread your legs more," I commanded. "Let him see you."

Emma was too lost in the pleasure, and in this moment, that she didn't hesitate to do as I'd demanded.

"So good at taking orders," I praised. I leaned down and kissed her deeply. My tongue licked her seam, demanding access. She opened up to me, and I let her taste herself on my tongue.

She cried out into my mouth as Mateo pushed the dildo in. I swallowed her sounds as I kissed her with vigor. One of my hands reached out for her breast, massaging it roughly. It felt soft in my hand– soft, with a little bit of hardness to it.

Mateo pulled out the dildo and then pushed it in again, hard. Her body slid up a little on the bed from the rough fucking of the toy.

The room was filled with her scent, and it was enough to get high off of. The only sounds in here were her moaning and wet fucking.

Gideon must be in hell right now, being able to look but not touch. He'll have her later in the week, though.

Emma came once again, this time spraying down the bed as she did.

"W-what was that?" She asked nervously, looking at the wet mark on the mattress.

"You squirted. There's some woman who does that when they orgasm, it's completely normal," I assured her. Not only was it normal, but it was also hot as hell.

She looked embarrassed, but we distracted her from it.

We made Emma come seven times before she begged us to stop, we didn't.

"If you want us to stop, you know the word," I commanded as I held the vibrator against her swollen clit. I had the setting on a medium, knowing how sensitive she would be by now.

"Orange!" She cried out as she orgasmed one last time.

Fuck, she'd managed eight, just one less than what I'd guessed. We'd given her short breaks from the stimuli of the clit; just enough to make it bearable when we started again.

We let up as soon as she said her safe word. I knew some subs hated when they used the safe word so early on, but personally, I thought it was great for them to use it at least once in the start. They would then know how much power that word held and how secure they should be that when they need to say the word, it would all stop.

I unshackled her from the cuffs, and while I took one of her hands and lowered it slowly to her side, Mateo did the same with the other. When being cuffed for an expended amount of time, and in that position, it could almost be impossible for her to move them herself–at least, right away. She groaned a little as we moved them.

While Mateo stayed on her side, I moved to the small fridge and brought out an ice-cold water bottle.

Gideon sat in the same chair since we started, his eyes entirely focused on Emma, and I didn't even know if he noticed me moving past him. I felt terrible that he had to bow out from this–tonight, but it was for everyone's best interest, meaning his and hers.

"You good, man?" I asked as I passed him a second time.

Finally, he looked from Emma to me. He nodded once before his gaze once again returned to her. Not that I blamed him–I did the same. It was impossible to look away from such beauty.

"Here, sweetheart," I spoke calmly to her as I uncapped the bottle and moved a hand under her head to hold her up. She sipped slowly as if she was too exhausted to use more energy than she had to.

Emma looked sweaty and throughout fucked, but also tired. When she was done drinking, I swept some hair pasted to her cheek away.

Gideon came over to us and surprised the hell out of me when he reached for her hand and squeezed it ever so gently before he left.

What the fuck? Mateo said with his eyes.

I shrugged in response; we would never know why Gideon did what he did half the time. It seemed like he had a tendency to shock us where Emma was concerned.

"How are you feeling, gorgeous?" Mateo changed his focus to Emma. He spoke just as calmly as I had.

"Good...but also burned out," she whispered back hoarsely.

Mateo nodded. "That's completely normal. A good night's sleep will take care of that. We'd agreed to let Callan take care of you tonight, but I can stay if you want to?"

She shook her head. "No, it's fine, but thank you."

"Of course. Good night, gorgeous." Mateo leaned in and kissed her cheek before sending me a look that said I better take good care of her. I nodded in response; she deserved only the best.

My heart was beating like crazy, knowing she was mine to tend to, to give her anything she might need, and more.