Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45194 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
After a moment of hesitation, Lyle and Nate pull her wrists back, stretching her out on the bed. The headboard is made of vertical bars, and I use two of them and the belt to secure her. And then we undress, taking turns making sure she can't squirm loose. When our hard cocks are freed, she folds in her bottom lip
What? Does she think we're done playing? I take her bra in both hands and yank. She grunts as it pulls at her, and then the catch gives with a snap. I can't get it all the way off, but I pull it up to leave it pooled around her forearms.
"My bra... that cost—"
"I'll buy you three more." I squeeze one of her full breasts, then trap the nipple between my thumb and index finger. She draws a sharp breath as I squeeze, and then another when Lyle leans in to take it in his mouth, soothing it. Nate gets on the other one, and then she's closing her eyes and making little moans.
She's having it too easy again.
"Fight us. Struggle. Pretend you don't want this."
"I can't—" She pulls at her bonds, then tries to twist beneath me.
I let her twist, then roll her over, exposing that amazing ass. The skirt's already riding up, but I flip it the rest of the way, revealing her creamy skin. It's begging for my attention, just by existing before my eyes. With a crack that echoes off the walls, I spank her. Her flesh quivers as a red, hand-shaped mark forms on her cheek. She screams and twists away, but with me over the backs of her thighs and her wrists bound, she has nowhere to go.
"Good girl," I hiss, running my hand over her tender skin. This time, instead of pulling away, she arches her back and pushes her ass up against me, as if she's begging for more.
Lyle gives it to her next, grinning as he puts a mark on her other cheek.
"Oh God," she groans into the sheets, and this time she stays put. If anything, she's straining to put her ass higher.
Nate helps, pulling her up onto her knees, exposing her to us. Her pussy glistens, and when I slip my fingers between her legs, she's slick with anticipation.
I can't fucking wait any longer. Getting in position, I line myself up. A sharp inhale exits her nose when she feels the head of my cock at her entrance, and then I bury my full length in her.
We groan together.
When I said I'd be glad when she's gone, I fucking lied. I run my fingertips over her smooth skin, over her still glowing ass, and up so I can wrap my hands around her waist. With her hips for leverage, I urge her forwards until only my tip is inside, then pull her back hard, forcing her to fuck me. Forcing her to take all that I have to give her. Her moans as my hips slap against the backs of her thighs come from somewhere primal, deep in her throat. I will miss having her here, waiting for me every night.
For us. That's the dirtiest fucking part. She's a whore for all of us. A girl from our past, who has come to remind us of who we were. Memories flash through my head, of good times, of bad times, of the worst times when she disappeared from our lives, but I push them all away. Then I push her away. Honor drops to the bed with a surprised grunt. She's making me fucking weak, and I need to be back in control.
"We're going to do her fucking proper. If she's here for all of us, she's going to take all of us." I point to the bed. "Lyle, get on the bottom. Lube up."
I roll Honor onto her back and, with Nate's help, lift her onto Lyle. Still tied to the headboard, she lies on his chest. Nate grabs her ankles and holds her open while Lyle aims himself. She frowns in concentration as we slide her slowly onto him, until her ass is resting against his hips, with him deep inside it.
"Fuck, Honor, you feel so good," he groans as he reaches around to cup her tits. "Don't ever leave us."
I try not to roll my eyes at him, even as the same feeling gnaws at me. I'm a fucking hypocrite, but as long as she never finds out, we can all get out of this situation with what's left of our dignity intact.
"Look at me."
She lifts her head to see, and Nate helps with a hand entwined in her hair. Despite the sweat on her face, despite the discomfort of being tied, and despite knowing that she's about to get all of us at once, she meets my eyes without flinching. Like she's daring me to break her, knowing that I can't.