She doesn’t answer me. Instead, her head falls back off my arm and her eyes slowly close. I’ve worn her out.
I look up at the guys and smile. “Go ahead. Play with him.”
Nate jumps up from his seat, but Alex grabs his hair, keeping him in place. Finn rips his shirt down the middle and tears it off before tossing it to the side. Then Jenks grabs him, pushing him onto the coffee table on his back. His arms secured underneath him. They’re like fucking animals.
He tries to fight them, but three against one are shitty odds. They each undo their jeans and pull their hard dicks out. Finn shoves his knee into Nate’s neck to hold him down while Alex straddles him, making sure not to put too much weight on the table and break it.
I smile. His back is covered in my cum, and soon, his front will be covered in theirs. Standing from the couch, I carry her over to the kitchen table with one last idea. Then I’m leaving with her. Taking her home and putting her in my bed where she will wake up in the morning.
“Colt?” she says in a hoarse voice.
“Yeah, princess?”
“I want to go home.” She yawns, her eyes still closed.
“Soon,” I tell her. “Just one more thing.”
“I can’t—come again, Colt. Please …”
I smile at her words and come up to the kitchen table. I set her on her feet at the corner. “Lean over the table,” I say, gently kissing her cheek.
She gladly lays her stomach onto it, resting her body. I remove my belt from my jeans that I still wear and bend down, wrapping it around the corner leg of the table and her thighs, securing them to it. Then standing, I walk over to the fridge and open the freezer to see a frosted mug in it. I pull it out and pour some ice in it along with some bourbon. Then I look up to see her passed out on the table, arms fanned out above her head. I hear grunts and a slew of curse words, and look up to see my friends each coming all over Nate.
“Bring him in here,” I call out before taking a drink.
They yank him up from the coffee table and drag his ass into the kitchen, where they sit him in a chair. I walk over to him and smile at the look of fucking hatred in his eyes.Fucking bastard. I place my hands on the table and lean over into his cum-covered face. “This is what happens when you touch something that isn’t yours.”
He throws his weight around in the chair but doesn’t go anywhere with Jenks’s hand in his hair.
“I didn’t train her to be the good little slut she is for someone else to use.”
His eyes widen at that.
“Did you think that video was our first time?” My friends laugh. “We’ve been fucking for five years, Nate.” I tap the side of his face a few times. “I did you a favor by making sure you saw that video. Gave you a reason to stay the fuck away. That obviously didn’t work. Maybe tonight helped make you understand just how serious I am. But just in case you forget again, I’ll give you one more.”
I place the frozen mug on Raylee’s ass cheek, and a soft whimpering sound comes from her parted lips, but her eyes stay closed. “Hold that there, please,” I ask Alex, and he takes over for me.
Holding out my hand, I look at Finn. “I need your wallet.”
He pulls it out of his back pocket and hands it to me.
Then I add, “Find something to tie her down with.” Because I can’t have her fight me with what I’m about to do.
RAYLEE
“HERE, USE THIS.”I hear someone say, maybe Alex? I don’t know. I can’t hear much over the blood rushing in my ears. The room is spinning, my head pounds, and my entire body aches. I can’t come again. My body won’t be able to take it. I, at least, need to use the restroom, take a bath, and get a nap. Not in that order. But any one of those would be good right now.
My lips are numb from all the alcohol, and I can’t feel my feet either. My body won’t stop shaking. It’s out of my control at this point.
Lifting the side of my face up off the table, I look up through heavy eyes to see Jenks and Alex standing in front of me.
Alex has rope in his hands. Jenks grabs my wrists and pulls them out as far as they’ll go in front of me. Crossing my wrists, Alex takes the rope and ties it around my wrists several times, and then pulls it even tighter, making me whimper as he stretches me across the kitchen table. He kneels and secures the other end of the rope to one of the legs.
I’m stretched as far as I can go, diagonal across it. No give at all. “What are you doing?” I ask, trying to yank on them, but I get nowhere. It’s too tight, and I’m too weak.
Tilting my head to the other side, I look around to see what is happening. I meet a set of brown eyes, and they are glaring at me. Nate is seated in a chair. He’s shirtless and—looks like cum is all over his body. But that can’t be right. I’m seeing things. Or hallucinating. It can happen when being choked out while fucking. I swear, I’ve seen the tunnel of light that everyone talks about before you die when Colt was fucking me one time. It was a high I’ve never been able to reach since. But I’m close to it tonight.
I try to look over my shoulder for him, but I just don’t have the strength, so I lay my head back down and close my eyes as something cold touches my ass, making me hiss in a breath.
