Page 67 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

He flips me onto my stomach.

“On all fours,” he commands, guiding me into place. His hands steady my hips. And now he’s lightly spanking my ass cheeks.

I glance over my shoulder, ass high in the air, to see Eli and Cash barreling toward me. They’re tackling each other, trying to reach me first.

“She’s mine,” growls Cash.

“Then you should've done something about it by now.”

They join me on the bed, and the mattress dips.

I’m brought up onto my knees by one of them and pushed forward into the headboard. There are hands moving over my breasts. There’s another hand lowering to my clit, and yet another teasing my entrance.

I gasp, letting them manipulate my body however they like. They can do whatever they like. What pleases them, pleases me. I’m theirs for them to take, theirs to control. Submission feels good when you're choosing it yourself. It feels liberating, empowering almost.

No matter how big of a star you are, somebody’s always trying to make you feel small. It’s always the men. If they’re not trying to fuck you, they’re dragging you down, calling you a whore and other horrible names to make themselves feel bigger. God forbid you’re more successful than they are.

I’m pinned to the headboard now, my breasts crushing into the wood.

“Move out of the way,” hisses Cash. “It’s my turn.”

“Fuck you,” replies Knox. “You had your shot.”

Eli chuckles, the sound rumbling out of his chest again. “She’s horny enough for all of us. Aren’t you, baby?”

A pair of hands grabs my hips. I stick out my ass, hoping for another spanking.

Instead, I hear the sound of an iPhone camera snapping.

You’re just dreaming, Sienna.

Just hearing things.

“Shit,” I hear one of the guys say.

And I go completely cold.

The mattress dips as the men scramble closer, covering me up with a blanket.

My raging desire completely disappears in a matter of seconds. All I’m left with now is crushing anxiety. It claws at my chest and feels like it’s squishing my lungs.

I’m breathless now for an entirely different reason as I turn my head around, slowly, desperate to be proven wrong.

Relax, you’re just hearing things.

No need to panic.

But the world tilts on its axis as I make eye contact with a stranger standing outside, his face a mix of shock and amusement, snapping photos one after another.

I freeze between the camera flashes as my worst nightmare unfolds. I sink into the mattress as my emotions run wild. Shame is the one that hits me the hardest.

My blood turns cold. My body no longer belongs to me, and it never will again. Not after today.

I freeze between each camera flash, unable to look away. All I can do is dissociate and pray for the ground to swallow me whole as everything unfolds in slow motion. The laughter. The all-too-familiar sound of an iPhone camera snapping. I feel the flashes behind my eyelids. It’s painful. But I’m too numb to shut my eyes and look away.

I hide under the blanket as tears stream down my face. There’s no coming back from this.

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