CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER NINE

COLT

SHE LIES BELOW me in a trance of some sort while her body shakes uncontrollably. I feel my balls tighten and pull out just in time to come all over her stomach, chest, and face. I want her covered in it.

I’ve lowered myself to a dog pissing on my territory. As if what I did to her hasn’t already proven it. I want to make sure Nate is very clear that she’s mine and will never have a chance with her again.

I lean over her and run my hands through my cum, smearing it all over her breasts and then up to her neck. Holding it in my grasp, I bend down and kiss her. She tastes like pineapple and Malibu Rum. If a sunset had a taste, this would be it. Sweet and fucking intoxicating. She moans into my mouth, her body rising up to meet mine. Always needy.

When I pull away, I whisper against her lips, “You have a mess to clean up.”

I get to my feet and watch her pull her heavy body up off the floor. Tears silently run down her face, but she keeps her bloodshot eyes on mine like the good little slut she is.

Getting to her knees, I slide a hand into her hair. “Clean my cock, slut. Every drop.”

Parting her lips, I shove my semi-hard cock into her mouth, forcing it down her throat—long and slow strokes at first—and I start to grow hard all over again. Pulling it out, I hold it in front of her. “Lick it. Show me how thankful you are to come.”

Taking in a shaky breath, she licks her own lips before running her tongue up my shaft and wrapping them around the head of my dick. I push on her head, making her take all of me again. I hold her there until fresh tears spill down her face, and she’s shifting on her knees.

I pull out and watch the drool run down her chin and neck to mix with my cum. “What do you say?” I ask.

Sucking in a deep breath, she answers roughly, “Thank you.”

Going over to the coffee table, I pull it back to where it was originally and lay her across it, smashing her cum-covered chest down on it. “Wait right here.”

I walk into the kitchen, grab what I need, and make my way back over. I ignore our audience. They’re not important at the moment. But will come in handy soon.

Pushing the couch out of the way enough for me to kneel behind her, I spread her legs with mine and pour the oil all over my cock and along her ass. It drops off the side and down her legs. “Did he ever fuck your ass, princess?” Also, a no.

Her head hangs over the other side of the narrow coffee table, and she shakes it.

I grab a handful of her hair and pull it back, making her look up at them. “Tell them how much you love to have your ass fucked.”

Her silent cries start to grow louder.

She knows exactly what I’m about to do. By now, she’s catching on. I usually make her beg me to get off. Not this time. I’m going to have her begging me to stop making her come. I want Nate to know that he could never accomplish this with her. That he wasn’t doing it right. Not like I do.

I’m not going to take the time to get her ready for my dick. After that orgasm she had, she’s still on a high. I want to keep her there. I don’t want her coming down until I’m done with her.

Running my dick along her ass, I push the head of my cock inside her, making her sob out my name. I bite my lip to keep from smiling at the sound.

Pulling out, I work it into her again while she squirms under me. The cum on the glass table makes her body slip around easily.

“Good girl.” I kiss her shoulder while pulling back and slowly pushing inside her, listening to her soft cries, this time forcing her to take more. “Take all of me.”

I smash her restrained arms between my chest and her back, pinning her down to the coffee table while I slowly spread her ass with my cock. After several thrusts, I’m balls deep inside her. I wrap my right arm around her neck, forcing her head back, and I feel her swallow against it. “Get ready, princess,” I whisper in her ear.

She sucks in a deep breath, and I look up at Nate for the first time since all of this started, and his eyes are already on mine. With a look that could only be jealousy. Good, he understands what I’ve got.

“This is how she likes it,” I tell him, and he growls behind the tape that’s wrapped around his mouth and head. “This is how she comes the hardest. My cock in her ass and my arm around her throat.”

I tighten my arm like a snake around its prey, slowly cutting off her air, while my hips pick up their pace, making the coffee table move across the floor with the action. She no longer fights me.

She likes being held down and fucked. But her ass? It’s her weakness. It’s the one thing that doesn’t take much work. Then you take her air away? Goddamn, she’s coming within seconds.

I kiss the side of her face, licking at the sweat, tears, smeared makeup, and bodily fluids as if it’s my favorite drink in the world. Which it is.

Her body softens underneath me from lack of oxygen, and I slam my cock into her ass. The sound of my body slapping hers fills the room, and I feel her body stiffen. I smile against her cheek. “That’s it. Fucking come again for me, princess. Show them just how much you love this.”

Her body jerks against mine, and I loosen my hold on her neck. She’s gasping for air while coughing. Her body trembles like an earthquake while she tries to beg me to stop. Just like I wanted. But I don’t stop. It’s my turn.

Sitting up, I grab her hips and pound into her ass, watching my cock go in and out while she lies over the coffee table completely spent. She wouldn’t be able to crawl right now if I told her to. The view of her tight ass swallowing my cock has my breath quickening and balls tightening.

I push inside her, a growl releasing from deep in my chest as I come, filling her ass. When I pull out, I smile down at her red, swollen pussy from my hand slapping it.

I give myself a few seconds to catch my breath before I stand and reach my hand out to Finn. “Give me your knife.”

He hands it over, and I cut the zip tie binding her wrists. Lifting her up off the table, I sit down on the couch with her shaking body in my lap, and I look at the guys. “What do you say, princess? They should get to come too, don’t you think?”

She doesn’t answer me. Instead, her head falls back off my arm and her eyes slowly close. I’ve worn her out.

I look up at the guys and smile. “Go ahead. Play with him.”

Nate jumps up from his seat, but Alex grabs his hair, keeping him in place. Finn rips his shirt down the middle and tears it off before tossing it to the side. Then Jenks grabs him, pushing him onto the coffee table on his back. His arms secured underneath him. They’re like fucking animals.

He tries to fight them, but three against one are shitty odds. They each undo their jeans and pull their hard dicks out. Finn shoves his knee into Nate’s neck to hold him down while Alex straddles him, making sure not to put too much weight on the table and break it.

I smile. His back is covered in my cum, and soon, his front will be covered in theirs. Standing from the couch, I carry her over to the kitchen table with one last idea. Then I’m leaving with her. Taking her home and putting her in my bed where she will wake up in the morning.

“Colt?” she says in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah, princess?”

“I want to go home.” She yawns, her eyes still closed.

“Soon,” I tell her. “Just one more thing.”

“I can’t—come again, Colt. Please …”

I smile at her words and come up to the kitchen table. I set her on her feet at the corner. “Lean over the table,” I say, gently kissing her cheek.

She gladly lays her stomach onto it, resting her body. I remove my belt from my jeans that I still wear and bend down, wrapping it around the corner leg of the table and her thighs, securing them to it. Then standing, I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer to see a frosted mug in it. I pull it out and pour some ice in it along with some bourbon. Then I look up to see her passed out on the table, arms fanned out above her head. I hear grunts and a slew of curse words, and look up to see my friends each coming all over Nate.

“Bring him in here,” I call out before taking a drink.

They yank him up from the coffee table and drag his ass into the kitchen, where they sit him in a chair. I walk over to him and smile at the look of fucking hatred in his eyes. Fucking bastard. I place my hands on the table and lean over into his cum-covered face. “This is what happens when you touch something that isn’t yours.”

He throws his weight around in the chair but doesn’t go anywhere with Jenks’s hand in his hair.

“I didn’t train her to be the good little slut she is for someone else to use.”

His eyes widen at that.

“Did you think that video was our first time?” My friends laugh. “We’ve been fucking for five years, Nate.” I tap the side of his face a few times. “I did you a favor by making sure you saw that video. Gave you a reason to stay the fuck away. That obviously didn’t work. Maybe tonight helped make you understand just how serious I am. But just in case you forget again, I’ll give you one more.”

I place the frozen mug on Raylee’s ass cheek, and a soft whimpering sound comes from her parted lips, but her eyes stay closed. “Hold that there, please,” I ask Alex, and he takes over for me.

Holding out my hand, I look at Finn. “I need your wallet.”

He pulls it out of his back pocket and hands it to me.

Then I add, “Find something to tie her down with.” Because I can’t have her fight me with what I’m about to do.

RAYLEE

“HERE, USE THIS.”I hear someone say, maybe Alex? I don’t know. I can’t hear much over the blood rushing in my ears. The room is spinning, my head pounds, and my entire body aches. I can’t come again. My body won’t be able to take it. I, at least, need to use the restroom, take a bath, and get a nap. Not in that order. But any one of those would be good right now.

My lips are numb from all the alcohol, and I can’t feel my feet either. My body won’t stop shaking. It’s out of my control at this point.

Lifting the side of my face up off the table, I look up through heavy eyes to see Jenks and Alex standing in front of me.

Alex has rope in his hands. Jenks grabs my wrists and pulls them out as far as they’ll go in front of me. Crossing my wrists, Alex takes the rope and ties it around my wrists several times, and then pulls it even tighter, making me whimper as he stretches me across the kitchen table. He kneels and secures the other end of the rope to one of the legs.

I’m stretched as far as I can go, diagonal across it. No give at all. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to yank on them, but I get nowhere. It’s too tight, and I’m too weak.

Tilting my head to the other side, I look around to see what is happening. I meet a set of brown eyes, and they are glaring at me. Nate is seated in a chair. He’s shirtless and—looks like cum is all over his body. But that can’t be right. I’m seeing things. Or hallucinating. It can happen when being choked out while fucking. I swear, I’ve seen the tunnel of light that everyone talks about before you die when Colt was fucking me one time. It was a high I’ve never been able to reach since. But I’m close to it tonight.

I try to look over my shoulder for him, but I just don’t have the strength, so I lay my head back down and close my eyes as something cold touches my ass, making me hiss in a breath.

What the hell is he doing?

“Jenks, grab her underwear. It’s in the glass on the coffee table.” Colt’s voice sounds far away.

My eyes flutter open seconds later when I feel my thong being shoved into my mouth, and Jenks is right in my face. “Bite down on that,” he tells me.

I do what he says, and I taste the scotch invading my mouth from the material. I swallow some, the rest runs out and onto the table. Something cold is on my ass cheek, making me shiver, but is quickly replaced with a hand, and I flinch. “I haven’t even gotten started.” I hear Colt say before slapping it. “Did you feel that?’

“Yeah,” I mumble through the gag. Why wouldn’t I be able to?

“Sorry, princess, but this is going to hurt,” he tells me, then I feel a burning sensation on my ass. Like something is ripping through it.

I slam my head into the table, biting down on the material to keep from screaming at the top of my lungs. My breath momentarily taken away by the sheer pain. My entire body tenses up, and I pull on the restraints that have me tied down to the table.