cheek with the back of one finger and stared down at her with every ounce of emotion Lucky knew he felt in his heart etched in his expression. “You did well tonight. Next time will be even better.”
Diek shuffled around to the bedside, resting his weight on his hands as he leaned over to graze his lips over her parted ones. “Sleep well, darlin’.” His mouth tipped in an evil grin as he stepped away.
She wouldn’t sleep well, and they all knew it. They were leaving her naked, bound, covered in their cum, and still horny as hell. Oh, yeah, she would think twice before not following their orders again.
Chapter Three
Mustang awoke in an empty bed, naked, sticky, and spitting mad. They used her, humiliated her, got their rocks off all over her, and left. If they thought they would get a chance to do any of that again, all three of them were completely mental.
You enjoyed it .
She ignored the voice in her head, sat up, and caught sight of the rope Gunner had used to bind her laying next to her on the bed. One of them, probably Lucky, if she were to venture a guess, must have found some ounce of his compassion in the night and returned to untie her. If he thought for one second she would thank him for that, he could think again.
“Motherfuckers,” she muttered, tossing the covers aside and sliding off the edge of the bed.
She paused, turning her attention back as her mind replayed last night in super fast-forward. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she imagined how she must have looked, remembered the words they had said to her, the things they had done. When that heat spread to her pussy, she whirled around and stomped to her private bathroom.
See, you enjoyed it .
“No the hell I did not.” But even as she said the words aloud, she knew they were a lie. She had liked it. She’d freaking loved it! The way they had controlled her, took away all options, and left her with only the ability to feel what they wanted.
She had lain there long after they left, certain they would return. Her body had ached for them to come back, to touch her, to fuck her. The orgasm had flamed in her core, raking claws of need down the tender walls of her channel. With her hands bound above her head, she’d been unable to touch herself, unable to relieve even a miniscule of the torment they had left to eat away inside her.
She didn’t know when she’d finally drifted off to sleep, but she had awoken later to realize sometime in the night one of them had returned to untie her. Too bad for her that she hadn’t caught them in the act, awoken with all her defenses and strength in place and let them have it. But deep down she knew she wouldn’t have done anything of the sort. She would’ve begged and, damn it, she wouldn’t have stopped until they fucked her, one right after the other.
She twisted the faucet knobs with a hard yank. Water almost hot enough to scald flowed from the showerhead, and she stepped under the spray, closing her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. The image of last night wouldn’t leave her. She put her hands behind her neck, trailing her fingers down the sides of her throat, letting them fall lower to cover her breasts. Her nipples felt tender to the touch. Remnants of the clamps Lucky had placed on them, she knew. He’d removed them, too, when he’d untied her, but the clamps had left her nipples slightly bruised and easy to arouse. She flicked her fingers over the ultrasensitive points, and the same zing of erotic pained pleasure shot through her system.
She let one hand linger as she dragged the other down her body to her pussy and slipped a finger between her swollen lips. That single touch to her aching flesh was enough to reignite all the anguish her pussy had felt at being left alone when there had been three pairs of hands available to pleasure her. Not only hands, but three cocks, too. She remembered the way Diek had rubbed his rigid length down her butt crack, how he had teased her pussy and
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