Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
“Roll over on your belly,” Marcus says as he climbs off me.
But I can’t.
I can’t move.
My arms are dead weight and I don’t want what I think is about to be done to me, so he has to pick me up and roll me over himself.
“Please,” I try again.
“Have you taken it in the ass before?”
I shake my head fervently, my heart lightening because he’s finally understanding.
“No? Well, there’s a first time for everything,” he says, then he slaps my ass.
My skin stings from the impact, but then pleasure warms me as Marcus slides his hand between my thighs. His fingers dip into my pussy and he glances back at his brother. “You want to try out her pussy first? It’s very nice.”
I moan as Marcus fingers me, and my heart lurches when James says, “Sure.”
James unzips his pants and takes his cock out while Marcus plays with me. Marcus shifts positions so he’s still straddling me, but facing his brother, then he spreads me open. Air hits my pussy in places it shouldn’t, and Marcus says, “Have at it.”
I clutch at the bedding as James shoves into my waiting hole. I cry out at the brutal invasion. His cock is so thick it scrapes my walls as he pushes in, and maybe it’s the way Marcus held me open for him, but I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. So used.
Unconcerned for my comfort, James forces his cock deeper and groans. “Fuck, that’s some good pussy.”
I squeeze my eyes shut and clutch the pillow close, my body quivering as he wrecks my pussy. James is rougher than his brothers have been, slamming his huge cock into me like it’s a battering ram. It hurts to take him. My body rocks with every thrust, the force so violent I begin to feel nauseous.
“Please,” I cry, wanting it to stop.
But he doesn’t stop. He just pushes my thighs wider, grips my hips, and fucks me harder. He ignores my cries and forces my pussy down on his cock when it resists, and I hold on tight to the pillow and try not to come apart.
When he finally pulls out of me, it’s abrupt, and I’m spread open with my knees forced apart on the bed. My pussy throbs, pain radiating everywhere from the force of his fucking. I’m relieved it’s over. Tears slide down my cheeks as Marcus climbs off me.
Then he lifts my hips so my ass is up in the air, repositioning my legs under me since I can’t do it myself.
Wait. No.
“Time to take that ass,” James says with anticipation.
No, no, no. Please, anything but that.
Since I’m no longer rendered completely helpless by the cuffs, I muster what strength I can to get away from them. I no longer care if fleeing this room means my identity will be revealed. I no longer care if I get married tomorrow. This feels like an entirely different life than that one, and I just… I cannot take another cock. Especially not the one that was just in my pussy in my ass.
He’ll destroy me.
Maybe they’ve already destroyed me.
I have to get out of here.
My muscles are shaky but I’m already on my knees, so I get my hands under me and swiftly crawl away from the brothers so I can get off the bed.
“Where’s she going?” James asks, confused.
“Nowhere,” Marcus states, his tone cold enough to let me know I’ve disappointed him.
My tummy twists with guilt, and I have to curb the instinct to turn back.
Guilt?
Am I insane?
My mind is fracturing from being broken down and used the way I have been tonight. I’ve become a plaything to Marcus, and I was never meant to be that.
I have to get free.
I make a mad dash for the door, uncaring that escape will mean the utter collapse of my life.
Before I can reach it, Marcus grabs me from behind and drags me back to the bed.
“I don’t think she wants this,” James says warily, considering I am literally kicking and screaming.
“It’s part of it,” Marcus assures him with such easy authority, his brother believes him.
“Damn. You’ve been holding out on me, asshole. You’re going to have to give me the number to this escort service.”
Marcus chuckles and throws me down on the bed. He climbs on top of me and pins me down before I can get far.
“Since you’ve been a bad girl, we’re going to have to put the cuffs back on.”
“No, please,” I cry around the ball gag, reaching for him. “Please don’t do this to me. Please. I’ll do anything.”
He lets me pull him close, lets me plead with him. My words may be incoherent, but surely he can hear the panic. He uses the blunt end of his thumb to brush away one of my desperate tears.
Perhaps feeling my fear despite his brother’s assurance that it’s all part of the game, James says, “Maybe I’ll just take her pussy tonight.”