"But remember," she warns as he stands up unsteadily, "if you do anything I don't like... if you try to touch me or any of my guests without permission... there will be consequences." She pauses dramatically before continuing. "Consequences that might involve more time in the cage... or maybe even punishment spankings."

Sharon smirks, satisfied with her warning. With Isaiah now freed from his seat, she leads him towards the stairs, indicating for him to climb up first.

As they reach the top of the stairs, Sharon pushes Isaiah into a darkened hallway leading off from it. The room is lit only by dim emergency lights and smells musty, as if it hasn't been used in years. She shoves him roughly against one wall and pins his arms above his head with her weight, pressing her body against his.

Her breath comes hot and ragged against his ear. "This is where you belong," she whispers darkly. "This is where I can keep an eye on you...

Gasping for breath, Sharon arches her back as one of the men fucks her hard from behind while another teases her clit with his fingers. Her legs are spread wide, giving everyone a perfect view of her wet pussy and glistening ass. She looks over at Isaiah, who is now cowering in his chair, and smirks wickedly before turning back to the men. "Fuck me harder," she moans, "I want to feel you all inside of me."

Her moans grow louder as the men obey her command, pounding into her mercilessly. She reaches down to touch herself, arching her back further in an effort to get closer to release. With each thrust and caress, she grows more and more excited, drawing strength from their dominance over her body.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity of pure blissful agony, Sharon cries out as her orgasm crashes over her like a wave.