CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT

COLTON

ILIED, BUT she didn’t catch it. I didn’t know if Nate was talking shit about her to his friends, but the sorry bastard told on himself like I was hoping he would. I can’t figure out why he’d want to leave the party with her. Where would he have taken her? That video of her and me humiliated him to his friends. Everyone who’s watched it assumes it was recent. Since they started dating. So him trying to get her to leave with him has me questioning just what the fuck he was up to with my girl.

I go over to the table that sits in the kitchen area. Mike’s parents are renovating the upstairs loft, which means the construction workers are leaving shit all over the place. I had the guys gather some things that we could use. This place couldn’t be more perfect for what I’m about to do to Raylee.

When I saw her talking to Nate, I knew I had to do something. Then Mitch came up to me, asking if everything was okay. I always liked him. We got along easily. He knew to stay the fuck away from Raylee. And he knew that I couldn’t just let Nate touch my girl like that in front of everyone at his party. He told me to do what I needed to but to use Mike’s house. Where no one would find us.

Picking up what I need, I turn and lean against the table, watching her. She silently undresses, standing in front of the couch. Reaching down, she grips the hem of her dress and pulls it up and over her head. She sucks her stomach in, showing her ribs as she takes a deep breath before tossing it to the side. Her curled hair falls down over her breasts, and I have the urge to tell her to pull it up and out of the way but refrain.

She goes to sit down, thinking she’s done, when I speak. “Thong too.” She pauses and looks at me. “Naked.”

Biting her bottom lip, she only hesitates for a second before she grips the lace sides and pushes them down her long, lean legs, and places it on the coffee table. Sitting down, she slips her right foot out of her heels.

“Leave those on,” I say, and she nods, slipping her foot back into it.

“You guys are fucking sick,” Nate spits out. “I’m not going to watch this shit! She was my girlfriend!” he yells, his face going red.

I grab a roll of duct tape off the table and toss it over to Alex, who catches it midair. “You’ll talk when we tell you to,” I say.

Nate tries to fight them, but Finn grabs his hair, holding him in place while Alex takes the duct tape and wraps it around his head a few times before tearing it off and tossing it onto the coffee table.

I wait to see if Raylee says anything, but she doesn’t. Instead, her eyes drop to what I hold in my hand, and her breathing picks up. Pushing off the table, I walk over to the side of the couch so I don’t block Nate’s view of her. I push her bleach blond hair off her chest so I can see her tits. I slide my hand down her sternum, watching her nipples harden at the simple touch and her body silently begging me for more.

“What do you say?” I ask, lowering my hand over her stomach.

“Please?” she whispers.

I drop what’s in my hand and grip her hair, yanking her head back so she has to look up at me hovering over her. “I didn’t hear you. What does a slut do, princess?”

“She begs,” she answers, sucking in a deep breath.

I get to her lower abdomen, and she spreads her legs wider for me. I smile, bringing my hand to a stop and pulling it back up her body, making her growl in frustration. When it gets to her neck, I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze. “What are you waiting for?”

“Please?” Her voice rises just a bit with a little more desperation than before but still not enough.

I sigh in disappointment. “I guess if you’re not going to use your voice, then I’ll take it away.”

“No. No.” She tries to rise up on the couch but goes nowhere. “Please?” she asks, her hands fisting the couch on either side of her. “Please, I need it.” New tears spring to her gorgeous eyes. “I need you.”

“Need me to what?” I want Nate to hear her say it.

“Let me come.”

God, she’s fucking perfect. I spent the first year hating her because I wanted her so bad and knew I couldn’t have her. Then I did, and it made things even worse. My hatred grew for her every time I heard someone say her name. She was fucking everywhere. My home. My school. She walked into my life and turned it all upside down.

It’s not like we’ve fucked every day for the past six years. There were times when we’d go months without so much as a hello when we crossed paths in the halls at home.

That first year when I was at Barrington and she was still living with her mom and my dad was excruciating. I imagined her fucking all those high school guys. It was like taking away a child’s favorite toy. I still had eyes and ears at the school for me, but it was different. I couldn’t physically see what was going on with her.

We had a family dinner night twice a month and I’d make sure to remind her who she belonged to after our parents went to bed. But it still wasn’t enough. I couldn’t take it.

Then she finally graduated, and my father got her into Barrington University. That’s when I knew I had to have her in my house. I had to make her just as miserable as she made me.

Now I realize I could have had her this way every day. I should have made her mine sooner.

I look over to Nate sitting in the chair. His brown eyes are narrowed to slits, and what part of his face I can see that’s not duct-taped is red with embarrassment.

“Did Nate ever get you off, princess?” I wonder out loud, already knowing this answer. She tells Tatum everything. Sometimes I hear their conversations when she’s over at the house visiting, or when they’re talking on the phone. Other times, I read her texts while she sleeps.

She whimpers but answers softly, “No.”

“Did you fake it every time?” I also know this answer.

“Yes.” She tries to pull away because I’m still holding her head back, making her look up at the ceiling. But I don’t let go.

Nate’s shaking his head while sitting in the chair, but I ignore him, looking down at her. She’s crying, tears running down both sides of her face.

I let go of her, and she softly cries when I take a step back from her. I spot her underwear on the coffee table and get an idea. “Finn, why don’t you pour me a drink.”

He nods and makes his way over to the kitchen area, and I hear him fixing one while I watch her squirm in place. “Place your hands behind your back,” I order.

She lowers her head, sniffing, and pulls her arms behind her. I grab what I dropped and cross her wrists, securing the zip tie around them. Tight enough to pinch her skin. I want her to suffer tonight in the best way. I want her to have marks once I’m done with her.

“Here you go.” Finn sets a glass of scotch on the table and then goes back to his spot by the chair.

I pick up her thong and turn them inside out. “Look how wet I got you,” I say, holding them up to her.

She lifts her head and looks at them. Then her eyes slowly meet mine.

“What did I say to get you so worked up, princess?”

Her eyes widen, and she shakes her head. I give her a smile, and her shoulders start to shake. “Colt … please?”

“I didn’t tell you to beg. I asked you a question.” I run the tips of my fingers around her large breast and then circle her hard nipple. When she remains silent, I pinch it between my fingers and pull, making her cry out. “Answer me.”

“Colt!” she cries, throwing her head back.

I drop the underwear and grab her hair, yanking her to the floor where she kneels between the coffee table and the couch, now facing my friends and Nate. I sit down on the couch behind her and wrap my free hand around her neck from behind while she starts to sob.

Lowering my mouth to her ear, I nibble on it gently. “Tell them, princess. Tell them what I said that made your pussy fucking soaked.” I can feel her pulse racing, but this is part of what gets her off. I want Nate to understand what he had. He ignored her wants. Her needs. I want him to see just how beautiful she is. Even if I won’t let him have her ever again, I still want him to want her.

“You said…” She sniffs, pausing. “That… You said that you’ll put a collar around my neck.” She tries to bow her head, but I keep it up with my hand on her throat. “And lead me around the party by a leash.” Her voice trembles just like her body, and I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling because I know she’s soaked right now by the way she keeps rubbing her thighs together. “Naked, on all fours, with my face covered in your spit, and your cum dripping out of my cunt.”

I look up to see Alex shift from side to side, adjusting himself. He’s obviously enjoying the show. Finn’s eyes are on her breasts, and he’s practically drooling. Jenks is nodding to himself while he licks his lips. And Nate? He looks absolutely disgusted with her, and it pisses me off. It makes me want to push her even more.

I hate that she ever even dated this piece of shit. No wonder she let me fuck her in the shower. I could have been fucking her the entire time they were together. She should be thanking me. I did her a favor by making sure he saw that video of her on her knees sucking my dick.

I give her neck a little squeeze and ask, “You’re not afraid of people seeing that you’re my dirty little slut, are you?”

She shakes her head, softly crying. I allow the silent answer.

“Then what did I say?”

“Colt…” she cries.

“Go on, princess. I want them to hear all of it.”

Knowing that I’m not going to give up on this, she swallows and then speaks softly. “That I’ll be unsatisfied … because you want them to watch me beg for you to get me off. To see me … cry.” Another sniff. “And see how desperate I am for a release.”

I’ve taught her body to want me. To need me. I could feel it in the way she held my hand when I pulled her through the house and out the back door. “And I bet you were disappointed when I pulled you through the living room and didn’t do just that.”

“Ye-yes.”

Letting go of her neck, I pick up the underwear, making sure everyone understands. “Telling you how I was going to humiliate and degrade you got you so wet. What does a slut do when she makes a mess?”

“She cleans it up,” she whispers.

“Then do it,” I order, placing them closer to her face.

She runs her tongue along the inside, licking her thong like a cat would lap up milk, her pretty, crystal-blue eyes on mine, and I feel my cock twitch inside of my pants.

“Good girl.” Pulling away, she closes her eyes, and I stand from my spot on the couch. I walk over to the coffee table, pick up the drink Finn made, and shove her underwear into the glass. Using my fingers, I drown it in the scotch.

Then I put it back down and push the coffee table over to the side so the guys have a clear view of the show I’m about to give them.

RAYLEE

I’M SHAKING UNCONTROLLABLYwhile staring at the floor in front of me. I can’t make eye contact with anyone in the room after what he made me confess. I wish he’d blindfold me, but he knows I like the humiliation.

My wrists are tied behind my back, and I’m kneeling with my legs tucked under my ass, but I can feel the wetness between them, making my thighs slippery.

It turned me on so much to admit that. The fact that Nate was present made it even better. I’ve told him a million times during the five weeks of our relationship what I liked, and he always dismissed it. Like I didn’t know my own body. I hate it for other women like me. So many go unsatisfied because they’re too afraid to tell their partner what they like and worry about being judged. I’ve never been a shy person, so I was able to be up front with him, but it still left me feeling empty when he rejected my needs.

Colt has never made me feel that way. And I think that’s why I hate him so much. If he had turned me down, then I could have walked away from him years ago. We wouldn’t have ever gotten this far. But no matter what happens, I find myself crawling back on bruised knees to beg him for more. And he’s more than willing to give it to me.

Colt comes to stand on my right. “On your back. Knees up and spread your legs so I can see your cunt.” he commands.

I feel my throat closing up and my clit swell at the sound of his voice. Trying to calm my breathing, I take a second before lowering my back to the floor. I position myself to where Nate and the guys have a side view of me. Biting my inner cheek, I try not to make a sound while adjusting my restrained hands underneath me. Colt crossed my wrists before he tied them, and now they’re going to be digging into my back. I place my heels on the floor and spread my legs wide for him to see.

Colt kneels, running his fingers along the inside of my thigh. “Look at my slut.” There’s amusement in his voice, and his friends laugh. “She’s so fucking wet it’s running down her legs.”

I whimper, arching my back, trying to relieve the pressure on my arms. It’s not going to do any good. Colt always has a plan, and he had me lie like this on purpose.

He slides two fingers into me, and I buck my hips, wanting more.

“Look, princess.”

I lift my head as he removes them and holds his hand up to show me his glistening fingers. He reaches out, and I open my mouth, expecting him to make me clean them, but instead, he slaps me across the face, smearing my wetness on my cheek.

I cry out at the sting and close my eyes tightly so I don’t have to face his friends and my ex.

Then his hand goes back between my parted legs, and he runs his fingers over me, roughly rubbing my pussy while his thumb massages my clit.

“Fuck,” I moan. “Colt … please—”

Then he slaps it, making my back bow off the floor with a cry at the pain and pleasure it caused. Instant heat rushes to the area and makes my breath catch and my legs tighten.

“Keep them open,” he growls, slapping it again—a little harder this time—and my breath is taken away.

“Colt.” I choke out his name while that burning sensation between my legs intensifies. My nipples are hard, and my skin feels like it’s on fire. It hurts so good.

“Did you tell Nate what happened after I took that video of you on your knees?” Colt asks.

I shake my head, sniffling.

“Why not, princess? It was so hot. Watching my best friends fuck you while I held you down and refused to let you come.” He slaps my pussy again.

My swollen clit pulses. “Please,” I cry, tears running down the side of my face, and I’m having trouble catching my breath. But my hips lift on their own, begging for more.

“I want it red, princess. As red as the lipstick on your perfect lips.”

Whack.

I rock from side to side while arching my back, crying, and forcing my shaking legs to stay open for him. I feel wetness running down my ass to the floor.

I jump when I feel his fingers run over my pussy, and my heart races, anticipating another slap. But instead, he starts gently rubbing them back and forth, and I moan at the touch.

“That’s better.”

Then he’s sliding his dick into me. Stretching my burning cunt for his large size. I’m thrashing under his weight, trying to stop the tears from flowing while he starts pounding into me. Not giving me any time to recover.

“Look at them.” He grips my chin and forces my head to the left to face his friends and Nate. I’m having a hard time seeing them through the tears. “Look how hard they are. They enjoy watching you get off on me treating you like a slut, princess.”

I whimper, blinking, and the fresh tears run down my face while my eyes can’t help but fall to their jeans, and he’s right. I can see how hard they all are. Even Nate.

Colt lowers his face to mine and licks my cheek where he had slapped me earlier, and then whispers in my ear, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Sinking his teeth into my neck is all it takes. After the stimulation from the slaps he gave me and how hard he’s now fucking me, I tumble over the edge. I’m screaming and sobbing at the same time as I come undone underneath him.