Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Holy shit, this was the guy who came and offered me and Becca popcorn when we stayed up late giggling over K-pop videos late on Saturday nights the few times I’d stayed over. He reached down and slapped my breast where the wax he’d dripped had already hardened, and then his face contorted as his semen sprayed all over my throat.
“Initiate!” called a voice from the darkness. I couldn’t tell who was speaking, but I thought it might be Walker’s father. “Come and fuck your belle as we continue the ceremony.”
My heart leapt to my throat as Walker hurried forwards. He was supposed to have sex with me during this? While other men—men we both knew—did… that???
My fingers scrambled for hold against the chains where I was shackled. This was all so insane, and I needed to hold onto something. And then I had the crazy but oddly reassuring thought—at least if Walker was the one fucking me, no one else would.
Walker looked stricken as he stepped between my legs, but I nodded furiously at him. Yes. Yes, I wanted it to be him. We could do this. We could get through this. I already had Mr. Martin’s cum cooling on my throat. We could get through this if we did it together.
Still, I could see that Walker was seething with fury even as he fisted his cock. I tried to tell him with my eyes: I need you now more than ever.
And maybe he got the message, because he didn’t hesitate as he stepped forward, spit in his hand for lubrication, rubbed it all over his cock, then put it at my entrance. And thank God, my body recognized him and produced some added lubrication of my own. When he pushed forward, I was able to relax enough to let him in.
Even as another from the silver-cloaked crowd dribbled wax all over my other breast. The men surrounded me closer now. No doubt wanting the show. Wanting to participate.
I just kept my eyes on Walker.
It was wrong, getting fucked like this with so many bodies around me. But… I’d been such a good girl my entire life. And as I bit my lip and more stinging wax was poured on my skin as Walker finally penetrated me…
My terror and anxiety transformed. And suddenly I wasn’t just barely wet anymore. I was slick. Walker slid in easily.
God, this was so wrong. So twisted. The men around me jostled one another, their hard cocks out and in their hands. Eager to add their cum to my wax-covered body while Walker was fucking me.
And it was… Oh my God, it was turning me on. I tried to bite back the whimper in the back of my throat. But Walker’s cock was big and curved just right and when he grabbed my wax-covered hip with one hand and started strumming my clit with his other thumb…
I closed my eyes and arched my back, thrusting my breasts out.
I felt the head of a man’s cock touch my breast. Repeatedly. It was wet with precum already. He must have been masturbating but letting the tip hit my breast with every downstroke.
Because I wasn’t their sacrifice. I was their centerpiece. The object of every desire tonight.
It shouldn’t turn me on or give me the high that was lighting up my skull.
It shouldn’t, but it fucking did.
Never in the real world would I have allowed it. Never. But here, where choice was stripped down to the barest consent, shackled here in the dark while Walker fucked me and cocks were thrust towards me from every angle…
I should have kept my eyes shut, but I didn’t.
Maybe it was my form of rebellion. To dare to fucking enjoy it when they’d tried to strip my power from me.
But I opened my eyes, and I looked down at Walker. I made eye contact with him while he thrust forcefully into me. Peripherally, l saw hard cock after hard cock poised over my flesh.
“Come for me,” Walker demanded, jaw tight as he rolled his thumb on my clitoris. “Come hard.”
I’d needed his permission, because of all the wrongness. But as soon as he gave it, I lit up like a damn firecracker.
I came hard. He fucked me so well, hitting that spot from the inside even as he pressed down on my clit.
And all around me cocks erupted.
Painting me in cum in every spot that hadn’t been decorated with candle wax. As soon as one round of men finished, another from behind them stepped up and loosed themselves upon my flesh.
So many cocks of every shape and size. And Walker didn’t flag through any of it. He stayed hard and disciplined. As soon as I came down from one height, he barely gave me a moment to breathe before driving me back up again.