2
It’s dark. I can’t see anything. My knees are so weak I’m afraid I’ll collapse. I have to force myself to breathe slowly—in through my nose, out through my mouth—while the sounds of three men circling me fill the air. I can’t shake the mental image of wolves circling a lamb, ready to attack.
But no lamb ever made fifteen thousand dollars after an attack. That’s the difference. That’s what I have to keep in mind. No matter how scary this is, it’s all going to come to an end, and I’m going to move on and start a new life.
“Take off your clothes.” Who is that? Arden, I think. He’s got that bite of an attitude in his voice. All hard and demanding. My hands shake, but I reach back to unzip my dress. The air in here is cool enough to instantly bring goose bumps to life over my skin as I slide my arms free, then lower it to the floor.
Somebody’s breathing heavier than before. Maybe they all are. “Nice tits.” I freeze in surprise when a hand closes over one of them and gently massages. My already hard nipples are almost painful now. I’m surprised they haven’t torn through my bra.
Suddenly, that gentle hand changes, and both bra cups are yanked down to expose me. My hands twitch, and I begin to lift them to cover myself before I can think about it.
Somebody stops me. “No. You’re not in charge here. Hands down.” That’s Ranger, for sure, standing behind me and holding my wrists at my sides.
While he does that, somebody else hooks their fingers around my thong and pulls it down. I want so much to cover myself up, it’s ridiculous. My cheeks are burning hot, and I have to struggle against the stinging sensation behind my eyes.
Lips brush my ear, making me shiver. “Can I trust you to be a good girl?” Ranger whispers, tightening his grip on my wrists to let me know what he means. I nod since the lump in my throat won’t let me speak. He lets go and unhooks my bra. Except for my heels, I’m completely naked now.
Somebody takes hold of my hips. “Move back. Against the table.” I remember roughly where it is behind me, so I back up until I feel it behind my thighs. “Sit down. Lie back.”
Oh, my god. I’m shaking so hard I can barely do what they’re telling me, but somehow, I manage. Are they going to tie me down? How am I supposed to enjoy any of this when I can’t stop being afraid?
“Lift up your legs and spread them,” one of them demands. “Let’s see that pussy.”
My chin quivers, but I do it, holding them up by the backs of my knees. “Wider,” somebody growls. “Part your lips. We want to see all of you.”
I hook my arms around my knees and, using my fingers, part my lips like I’m told. I know the bright light over the table leaves nothing to the imagination. They’re seeing more of me than I’ve ever seen. Fifteen thousand. Fifteen thousand. It’s the only thing keeping me centered.
“Mmm… I bet you like this, don’t you?” One of the men stands next to me. I can’t tell which one it is. I can hardly hear them clearly with the roaring in my ears. “Look at you. Showing yourself off. Getting us hard. You ready for us to stick our cocks deep in that pussy?”
“She’s getting wet,” another one observes with a nasty little chuckle. “Brat. Pretending to be nervous when she’s loving this.”
“Pull them farther back. I wanna see that asshole before I take it.” A shudder runs through me. My ass? I’ve never had anal sex. I’ve never even thought about it until now.
“So many holes to fill.” A hand runs down the back of my thigh, stopping short of my ass. I shiver not only because it comes as a surprise. Whoever it is, their touch is electric. I wouldn’t mind if they did it again.
What am I thinking?
“Did you shave your pussy for us? Or do you keep it this way?” Whoever’s talking, they’re close to the area they’re talking about. Their breath is hot against my most sensitive parts. I freeze up, holding my breath, not sure if I want them to come closer or move away.
“Speak when you’re spoken to, bitch.” I flinch at the soft slap against my boobs. “Answer the question.”
“Yes!” I blurt out. “I keep it like that.”
“Nice and smooth.” It’s approval in his voice, whichever one it is. “Look at that tight cunt. I wonder how much could fit in there.”
“Grab one of those dicks on the wall and find out,” somebody else says. I tense again, my heart in my throat.
“What?” Another slap against my boobs. “You don’t like that idea? You don’t get a say. You’ll lie here with somebody shoved up both holes if we want.”
He runs a thumb over my mouth. “And take turns with your mouth. Open up.”
I do, and his thumb slips inside. “Suck it,” he mutters. “Show me what you’ll do to my cock tonight. Nice and slow.”
I close my lips around the thumb and draw it deeper into my mouth. “That’s nice,” he growls. “Use your tongue, slut. Show me how hungry you are for this.”
I swirl my tongue around his thumb while he works it in and out of my mouth. “You’ll have to put another finger in there to get her ready for me,” another one of them mutters before chuckling.
“We’ll see how she does with three.” All of a sudden, three fingers are sliding in and out of my mouth. All I can do is try not to gag on them while the men laugh and snicker. When the fingers move too deep and almost touch the back of my throat, I can’t help but choke and try to pull my head back.