Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Elena

It’s official. I need some serious help.

Did I find out the men in my house are criminals? Yes, but I love a good revenge story. Did I also find out these men are not from the fantasy website and are random strangers? Again, yes, but I don’t care because ultimately, they haven’t killed me yet... though there is a good possibility they still could. I’ve seen their faces, and I know their crime. However, my big mouth was all, “Come and chase me.” I’m a desperate ho, and I’m woman enough to admit being chased and caught is exciting—I’m so here for it.

Riding down the slide to the second level sends a chill to my bones—I should not have put my lace-covered butt cheeks directly on the cold plastic—and when I reach the bottom, I blow warm air into my hands and shake them out a bit to unthaw them. Deciding to head to the pool level where it’s warmer, I pull my hoodie lower to cover my ass and hurry over to the next slide. I sit and push myself off, flying down the dark tunnel to shoot out at the end, my ass landing on the tiled floor. Pulling myself to my feet, I scan the room, looking for somewhere to hide.

Knowing one of them is likely on his way starts a delicious heat burning. The apartment is huge, but if they split up, someone could be down here any minute. I move across the replica patio area, which is set up with loungers, fake palm trees, and a faux fire pit.

The door to the room flies open with a loud bang, and my heart thrashes in my chest as a masked Santa steps into the room. I squeal in excitement, chancing a peek over my shoulder as I break into run, failing to notice the hose for the pool sweeper. My sock-covered foot snags on it and it trips me up, sending me careening into the water with an ungraceful splat. The warmth envelops me, and for a second, I sink toward the bottom of the pool. Large arms wrap around me, bringing me back up to the surface, and I gasp air into my lungs.

Ford glares down at me. He’s mad, and I don’t understand why.

It’s not exactly how I wanted him to catch me. It’s totally not sexy and serves as a reminder I’m not a girl who can pull off things like this.

“Why are you mad?” I ask him as he walks us toward the stairs, me still wrapped in his arms, pulled in tight to his chest.

A growl erupts from his throat, and it sends a tremor down my spine.

“Running around a pool is something everyone is warned about for this very reason,” he grumbles.

I snort because my mother’s voice rings through my head. It is so something she would say.

“You think your safety is funny?”

The chill in the air mixed with our wet clothes has me shivering involuntarily. “Fuck,” he growls, his pace picking up.

“What the fuck is going on?” a masked figure—Zeph, I can tell by the sexy voice—asks.

“She fell into the fucking pool, and now she is freezing. I’m taking her upstairs.”

“Taylor!” Zeph yells.

Upstairs is a lot warmer, with the fire crackling away. Ford sets me down right in front of the hearth, and my body shakes as he rips off my hoodie. Zeph has ditched his mask and removes my socks. I notice Taylor has kneeled down beside me as well. He moves Ford out of the way so he can pull me into his warm, dry arms, but my eyes follow Ford’s movements as he removes his wet clothes, pulling the tight white shirt that has clung to his body in all the right places over his head.

Licking my lips, I watch as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his Santa pants and slides them down his muscular legs. The size of his cock makes me blink a few times.

“Daddy, I think your big package has given our little gift a stroke,” Zeph jokes, and Taylor chuckles behind me.

“I think she’s plenty warm now,” Taylor adds with a grin, but he’s right—I no longer feel cold down to my bones.

“Good, she has a few more minutes to warm up while I get some dry clothes, and then I plan to spank her cute little ass.” Ford turns his back, leaving us with a prime view of his toned ass as he heads toward the bedrooms on this level.

“It’s unfair that he looks like that at his age,” Taylor says from behind me.

“How old is he?” I ask out of curiosity.

Zeph moves in closer and takes one of my feet in his hands, massaging it gently. I moan at how nice it feels to have someone willing to do something like this. It makes me realize maybe Blake wasn’t as good of a boyfriend as I once thought.

“He is thirty-eight.”

“Holy shit, he doesn’t look that old at all.”

A throat clears and we all look up at Ford, who is standing beside the sofa looking like a fucking snack. Actually, the man is more than a snack. He is broad, has the right proportion of muscles, and his chest hair isn’t overgrown. Quite the opposite—it’s rather well-groomed.

“Dayum, Daddy, you should wear gray sweats more often. That dick is impressive,” Zeph says with laughter in his tone.

“Stop looking at my cock, you pervert, and I’m not that old.” Ford moves around the lounge and takes a seat.

He pats his lap and Zeph jumps to his feet, holding his hand out for me, then pulling me to a stand. You’d think I would shy away from standing before three men in nothing more than my black lace panties I slipped on after my shower, but the way they are looking at me makes me feel powerful.

“Over my lap, little girl.”

I move so I am kneeling, then crawl over to him and up onto his lap. His large hand rests against my lower back before tracing the curve of my ass. It’s as if he is massaging me, preparing my skin for what is about to happen. The anticipation has me giddy with excitement, especially when he takes his time sliding my panties off. I have never been spanked before, so I’m not sure if I will like it. I peek a glance at Zeph and Taylor, noticing they’ve moved. Taylor now sits between Zeph’s legs with his head resting back against his shoulder, and both are watching me intently.

“Use your safe word if it’s too much.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, unable to keep the eagerness from my voice.

Zeph smirks and flicks me a wink.

Ford brings his hand down on my ass. The initial shock has me squeezing my ass cheeks together, but then he gently strokes his hand over the spot where there is a slight sting.

“How was that?” Ford asks. “Did you like it?”

“It felt good. Please spank me again, Daddy.”

His hand comes down harder this time, but not in the same spot. Then a second smack lands straight after. I moan, the sting and slight burn welcome as he massages my ass with his hand.

“Such a good girl. You should see how pretty your ass looks. It’s a nice shade of pink.”

A soft, trembling whimper slips past my lips. He continues the same pattern, and wetness leaks between my legs, dampening my thighs. With these touches alone, he could bring me to orgasm. As each slap of his hand gets closer to my pussy, I throb harder with need.

Ford’s erection rages underneath me. Every time his hand comes down on my ass and my body slightly moves forward, I feel his shaft pulse beneath me.

Ford rubs my ass one last time, then instructs, “Sit up. You’re going to ride me now.”

My heart thumps against my ribcage. Though I know how thick he is, I need to feel him inside me.

Shuffling my body back, I rise up and reposition myself so I’m straddling his lap.

“Take my cock out,” Ford orders.

I slide my hand beneath the waistband of his sweats and wrap it around his length, swallowing hard at the thought of how it’s going to fit.

“Go at your own pace,” Ford says as he pulls one side of his pants down and his cock and my hand become visible.

Pushing up on my knees further, I slide his thick head along my pussy lips, coating it with my juices. I know I will need him slick before I even attempt to impale myself on that weapon.

Ford’s head falls back, and he rumbles out a moan. “Fuck, little gift, I need to be inside you right now.” He brings his head back up, and his hands move to each side of my face as he pulls me forward, his lips capturing mine.

I love how he is taking charge. No longer concerned about how he will fit, I move the tip of his cock to my entrance and slowly sink down onto his length, inch by agonizing inch, as he dominates my mouth with his. Is it even possible to feel like someone is consuming you with just a kiss?

When I finally sink all the way down, Ford’s hands drop from my face and grip onto my hips. He doesn’t move us, and when I feel like my body has adjusted to his size, I test the waters by rocking my hips forward.

Like that’s the green light he needed, his hands slide to my ass cheeks and he lifts me up.

“Fuck, little gift,” Zeph drawls. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that is to watch? His dick is sliding out of your pretty little pussy, glistening with your arousal.”

I moan at the thought of being watched by Zeph and Taylor. If you had asked me last week if I would ever fuck a man in front of other people, I would have laughed and told you not to be absurd. There is no way I would do that. And yet here I am, and I don’t feel dirty. I feel empowered. Maybe they want me because I’m the only woman here, but right now I don’t care.

“Can we keep her?” Taylor says. “Your ex might not have seen your worth, but you are perfect, Lenny. Never forget that.”

Ford keeps impaling me on his cock as I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I fight to comprehend these feelings inside me. “Fuck this,” Ford spits out and lifts me, moving me so my back is now on the lounge, all without removing his cock. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders. His pace grows faster, and my entire body feels alive.

“Please make me come,” I cry out, the words ripping from my throat with a fervor I barely recognize. My entire being vibrates with the need for release, a craving so intense it washes away any embarrassment or shock at the situation.

I can feel laughter bubbling up, threatening to spill over at the absurdity of it all. Who knew empowerment could be found on your back, with your legs flung over the shoulders of a stranger?

“Come for me, Lenny,” Ford commands between his labored breaths.

My climax tears through me, lighting up every nerve ending like the grand finale of a fireworks show. Tears pool in the corners of my eyes and I feel stupid letting them loose, but I have never experienced a release so mind-blowing.

Right now, nothing matters. The stolen art, my lingering heartbreak, or the deep sense of dread that these strangers are going to leave. All that exists is overwhelming pleasure, the sheer madness of the moment, and the undeniable fact that sometimes the unexpected turns out to be exactly what you need.