Their new sex playlist was excellent, I had to admit, and I loved to zone out to the music while they toyed with my body, losing myself in the swirling beats while I lost myself in pleasure. It seemed to go on forever, always varied, always fresh.

Except for that one song.

That one song that somehow always seemed to coincide with them giving in to my desperate pleading, with them having mercy and giving my body exactly what it craved, with me spasming underneath them in white-hot pleasure.

I didn’t notice at first, but gradually I became aware that when the song came on, my pleasure would redouble; they would fuck me in earnest, and by the final notes I would be screaming my climax.

And then, at a party with their friends, the song came on.

I froze, heart beating fast, my body responding without conscious thought. I was instantly wet, suddenly trembling with need.

I met their eyes across the room as slipped their phone back into their pocket and smirked.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” they asked in a clear, carrying voice. “You look a little flushed.” Mortified, I saw all their friends turn to look at me—and not even the force of that embarrassment could dampen the arousal surging through me.

I felt fingers tipping my chin up. I looked into those familiar chocolate eyes, dark with lust and power. I trembled, and unable to stop myself, I breathed, “please.”

They chuckled, and it sent a thrill through me.

“Right here, sweetheart? With everyone watching? You really need it that badly?”

My pussy clenched helplessly at the thought. “Yes, please, I need—”

They cut me off with a finger on my lips. It was all I could do not to desperately suck on it.

“And if my friends here all graciously offered to help,” they murmured, not taking my eyes off them, “would you let them? Are you that horny and needy? That you’d let virtual strangers—”

“Yes,” I interrupted, practically boiling over, the song in the background still thrumming through me like liquid sex.

They smiled widely. “Good slut,” they told me, and I felt a frisson of pride mixed with pleasure. And then, to the room at large: “Help me get her undressed.”

I felt hands, removing my clothes; mouths on my skin, licking, sucking, biting; voices, murmuring approval, grunting ecstasy; and pleasure, always pleasure, and in the background on a loop, that song, that song, that song.