BOUND: Bare Innocent (The Billionaires Club Book 4)

by Q. Zayne

  Hands grabbed at me. I wobbled on my shoes as they yanked the white outfit off of me, ripping it, tearing the panties, too, leaving me bare to all the men’s eyes.

  I shook as the men secured the cuffs, and laid me face-down on a padded surface covered with a sheet. I forced myself not to resist when brutal hands took my wrists and ankles and spread them wide, opening my most private places to view. They tied me down spreadeagled with my bottom exposed. Oh no, oh no.

  I tested the bonds. I could barely move. Peeking, I saw Black men surrounding me. I retreated into the dark, pressing my face against the sheet. I heard a disgusting squirting noise. Men laughed and cool goop slid between my bottom cheeks. They meant to do it to me there. All of them. No, no, no. But I didn’t say a word. $10,000. Just cope.

  “Grease up that tight white ass.”

  A big finger pushed into me. I shrieked.

  “Damn, that is tight!”

  Something else, big and wide and hot pushed back there. I kept my eyes shut tight. I bet I knew what it was. I knew what was about to happen. I bit into the sheet.

  The massive organ forced its way into my bottom. I clawed at the sheet. Tears ran down my face. A scream roared out of me and filled the basement. Catcalls and cigar smoke filled the room.

  “Feels like a cherry! Damn, she’s tight.” Another indecent squirting sound and wet strokes. Apparently the man was slathered more of the slippery stuff on himself. I took a breath. Screamed again as he forced the rest of it deep into me. I couldn’t stand it. I couldn’t. I kept my teeth fastened on the sheet and my eyes shut. The man did it to me. He did it hard in my bottom with his bare, big black thing.

  “Here you go, girl. Get ready. I’ve got a big hot load for your tight white ass!”

  He started grunting and I realize it would be over soon. It seemed impossible I could stand it, but I could. He humped harder, prying my cheeks wide open with his big, strong fingers. He roared like a lion and poured his essence inside me. I felt woozy.

  A thicker erection replacing the first brought me back. He pushed and the thick knob entered on the coating of lube and the first man’s seed. The second man made fast jabs up me, not as deep, but hard. The fast strokes made the friction burn my small ring.

  My throat felt raw from screaming. I subsided to whimpers. He crooned to me, the way some people do while horseback riding. I stopped struggling. His crisis and ejaculation came as a relief. He shuddered on my back, the ripples of his muscles pressed against me, our sweat mixing. I’d never seen the man’s face and yet he’d done this intimate thing, entered my body and spent there, back there, where I’d never imagined anyone touching me. I felt dirty.

  The third man had a narrower, but super long erection. That one probed so deep my eyes widened in shock. That one made the real torture begin. With all the lube and the spendings of his fellows, he entered me full-depth in one long, slow stroke.

  He reached under and caressed my breasts. He breathed on my ear and neck, kissed my throat. That’s when the ganging turned to torture. This man roused other feelings in me. He brought me pleasure. I fought it, but my nipples hardened and his deep pressure and slow strokes in me communicated to that place between my legs where lust lived. He awakened it. Once roused, it spread its wings like a dragon and breathed fire.

  I couldn’t help myself. As his strokes and breast handling become more urgent and his full lips sucked at my neck causing exquisite pain, my body betrayed me and climaxed. He squirted into my bottom, squeezing me tight with his entire body. He kissed my neck.

  “Good girl,” he whispered.

  The other guards congratulated him in a language unknown to me. Hoots and applause filled the room.

  With no warning, a big arm gripped my throat and a thick erection shoved into me. He took me fast, with brutal strokes that moved my entire body, causing my arms and legs to pull at the bonds without my control. They had me so well bound, the man could ride me hard while the ropes kept my body in place. With my legs spread so wide, he speared me so deep I felt his testicles against me.

  I could do nothing but surrender to his wrenching, pounding ride, biting through the sheet, squealing in my throat, leaking from my eyes. He ground hard and deep, yelling unknown words that sounded like curses.

  He reared back, making me feel like he dented my belly from the inside, and he shot, spewing his seed back there the way some men do with another man. I squeezed my fingers into my palms, trying to ignore the burning ache back there.

  He pulled out and got off of me. Sweat cooled on my back, making me shiver.

  With barely time to take a breath the next one mounted me, sticking the biggest erection yet up my greased bottom, now filled with the seed of his fellows.

  How many had there been, had I lost track? The fifth, please, he had to be the last one, the last big, Black African man.

  I said bad words to myself as the man nibbled on my earlobe, kissed my hair and the side of my face and moved slow and easy inside of me. He set up a rhythm of tender strokes I thought he might be able to maintain all day.

  His hand sneaked under me, stroked my belly, slipped lower and lower.

  No, oh no. Not that. No one had ever touched me there. That would be even worse that what he did in my bottom. I bit my lips. I had to let them do what they wanted. That was the deal. I tightened all my muscles.

  I squeezed my bottom on him, hoping to distract him.

  He found me, his fingers slid in my betraying wetness. The sounds seemed so loud. I pressed my face against the sheet, burning with shame.

  “She’s so wet! She likes me.” He called to the others.

  “We warmed her up for you.”

  “It was me. She liked being jackhammered,” one of them yelled. He laughed.

  “She came for me. I’m the one she liked the most and creamed for!” a deeper voice bragged.

  “I got her ready for all of you, broke that tight white ass! She’ll need Black cock as long as she lives after this!

  My face prickled with heat. I tried to ignore the words. But I couldn’t ignore the knowing fingers touching me between the legs where I’d only touched myself. I wanted him to stop. But I didn’t.

  I felt dizzy. Such heady pleasure as all the sensation centered there in front even while he rocked into my bottom with a driving rhythm. He allowed no escape. His touches and his riding grew frantic. He bit my neck. I lost control under him, bucking and moaning. He jabbed harder, deep, deep. He groaned low, squeezing me with his knees and working my sensitive place as he climaxed and made me do it with him, howling in the shocking release that shook me from the crown of my head to my soles.

  “Oh yeah man, you teach the white girl to submit to the Black man. Good, good!”

  The congratulations of the other Africans broke over me like waves, the voices drowning in each other.

  Thunderous applause and yells from the crowd rose in response to his performance.

  I smelled someone familiar. Gabe. A rustle of clothing. Weight on my back.

  “I liked watching you come,” he whispered in my ear. “I could tell you’d be fine once you learned how to enjoy yourself. And be enjoyed by men. See, it’s simple. You surrender. You submit. You allow the man to master you. That’s all there is to it. Now I’m your master, Pia. Give yourself to me. Don’t think of anything else except what I’m doing to you. This is the way to be a good girl. I want you to be a good girl for me. Be my good girl, Pia.” His seductive voice distracted me.

  The warm, thick presence between my legs, where I still pulsed with pleasure, gave a sharp push. I yelped. It broke through my hymen.

  “Oh. Gabe.” He filled me, his thick and heavy erection so deep I felt pressure all through my body.

  “Pia. You were a virgin!” He whispered it, his words for me only. He sounded shocked. “I didn’t know.”

  “I didn’t want you to know.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “I have to — . Oh, baby
, I’ve got to shoot in your sweet virgin pussy. My balls are so full for you. I wanted to do this since I saw the sunlight dappling your petite sleeping body. Take my seed, Pia!” His voice came out in a roughened rush, sending tingles along my ear and neck.

  He strove in me and I felt him tightening, his body arching. I realized what was about to happen. Gabe’s thing was bare. He’d come inside me.

  Against my will my desire peaked. I shuddered, writhing out of control on him, feeling him erupt inside me as I climaxed on him. I lay panting.

  He gave me a soft kiss on my cheek. “I have to go. I’m sorry.” He pulled out, got off the platform and grabbed his clothes. He didn’t look back. I hid my face in the sheet, humiliated.

  This was the show for him, use me and leave. Thumbelina. He plucked the girl and left her oozing his seed. That’s what he wanted to do when he first saw me, not love me.

  “Javier, finish the show for me,” he called, bounding up the stairs to the exit.

  I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Gabe’s retreating back.

  “Sure, Gabe.” Javier watched his friend leave. He turned to me with shadowed eyes.

  “Are you up for continuing?”

  I wasn’t sure I was, but Javier’s concern moved me. And I promised Gabe. I signed the contract. Against all expectations, I managed to allow a man to take my virginity, to violate me in front of other men, and I experienced so much pleasure I had an irrepressible orgasm.

  I had no idea what would else would happen to me, but I supposed I was up for it. I’d changed. There was no going back. I wasn’t a virgin any more. As strange as it might be to experience other men in the wake of Gabe leaving me, I could stand anything rather than be alone right then.

  I didn’t want to hear the call of the sea.

  I still held enough of my early beliefs that I wanted to live. My heart hunkered into a ball, wanting to deny what had happened as long as possible.

  Javier untied the ropes that held my ankles spread. I stretched my legs in relief. With a few deft moves he clipped the wrist cuffs to a wooden pole. He used the winch to raise me by my wrists. He took of his T-shirt, baring a torso even more massive and muscular than I’d imagined. Ripples between his muscles so deep my tongue would fit between each hard slab of his abs.

  He picked up a big black leather whip and I cringed. Its many tails trailed next to his huge, shiny boots.

  Instead of the horrible pain I expected, he played it over me, soft leather strands in a sensual caress over my breasts. He turned me and lashed my shoulders, back and ass. It felt like soft, warm rain. It brought my skin to life.

  I dangled there, my toes barely touching the stage and he whipped me with sweet, soft, sexy strokes.

  I felt helpless, wanting more, not sure what I wanted, just needing him to give it to me.

  “Do what you want to me, please,” I whispered, embarrassed by my desire.

  Javier whipped me harder, his even white, teeth shining in his brown face. Muscles stood out in his whip arm. The soft leather stung. I rocked, my body taking the blows and swinging.

  He seemed to read my body, my breathing — or sense me in the deeper way. No wonder he was called a master. He called my sexuality right out into play in the midst of crushing sadness. He played me like an instrument. Right then, I belonged to him.

  His whipping rhythm became hypnotic, like the feeling of a boat on the waves. I let go. I rode the waves, rode Javier’s whip strokes, became aware of a moaning sound, me, moaning without shame in front of the billionaires, out of my mind with pleasure and need.

  Javier set down the whip.

  “Do you want something more?”

  I stared at the bulge in his black jeans. I couldn’t speak.

  He gripped my chin and looked into my face.

  “Say it, what do you want, Pia?”

  “I want you. I want you to do it to me too, what Gabe did.”

  “Say it.”

  “I want you to fuck me.” I’d never thought those words. It shocked me to say it out loud.

  Men hooted and clapped.

  Javier released his erection. He gripped my thighs and raised them. He lowered me, adjusting my position. He impaled me. I yelled.

  The heat and stretching of him filling me maddened me. I felt so sore, but I wanted him to take away the feeling of Gabe doing it. I wanted to erase my first time with Gabe, let his friend use me and help me forget.

  Javier pumped me deep. Instead of going at me hard the way I expected, he went slow and easy, giving me time to adjust to having him inside me.

  It felt better than I expected. I relaxed into his rhythm and started meeting him with my own moves.

  “Good, good, Pia. Enjoy it. Enjoy me filling you, fucking you. I’m going to fill you even more. My balls are so heavy. I have such a big load for your beautiful body. Squeeze me, Pia. Suck on me with your little mouth down there. Good girl, yes, make me come in you, good girl.” His crooning, seductive voice guided me. I used my muscles as I never had before and he moaned in pleasure.

  “So good, so good. That’s it Pia, you’re going to get it now, suck out my load. I’m going to fill you up with my potent seed, pretty girl!” He caressed my eager nub with his thumb while rocking me on his length. I gripped him with my legs and squeezed him harder inside and he groaned, a sound from deep inside him. His pleasure and his sperm flooding me put me over the edge and I spasmed hard, holding him inside me, squeezing and coming so hard I cried.

  My legs shook out of control, gripping his hard hips while his — his cock — throbbed against my womb.

  “Oh, my beauty. So good. So good.” He held me tight, kissing my face from my hair to my chin and tenderly on the lips.

  Still inside me, he released my wrists from the cuffs. I put my arms around his neck and buried my face against him.

  “Gabe asked me to finish the show for him, and that’s what I’m going to do. Ralph, go get another girl. See to it that our guests have a fulfilling evening’s entertainment.” His commanding voice allowed no argument. He carried me off the stage.

  Murmurs rose around us. I felt safe in Javier’s arms.

  He carried me to the main floor and up the curving staircase. I didn’t need a flowing gown. He took me into the room, closed the door with his back and gently raised me off of him. He set me down and I held onto him for balance. And because I wanted to keep touching him.

  “Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, I’m okay. Thank you.” Tears threatened to fall. I lowered my face to let my hair hide me.

  “Gabe, Gabe is like a brother to me, but in some ways he’s messed up. What he did to you wasn’t right.” He sounded fierce.

  “He didn’t know.”

  “He didn’t know?”

  “He didn’t know I was — a virgin.” I croaked the word.

  “You were a virgin? Holy—” he crossed himself.

  The familiarity of the gesture comforted me and cut me.

  “He didn’t know. I didn’t tell him.” I shut my mouth. Why defend Gabe?

  “Still, it wasn’t right. Other girls he brings, they understand, they know about men. You — you’re innocent, not just virgin, innocent. In here.” He rested his big hand between my breasts. His other arm enfolded me, kept me close. Our hearts beat in time.```````````````````

  I nodded. I couldn’t argue. His protectiveness moved me. I thought I made a choice, but I was so taken with Gabe, I would have done almost anything for him. But yes, it wasn’t right. I sensed Javier’s outrage wasn’t about the sex, it was the manipulation. Gabe treated me like I might be someone to him — but he wasn’t available to love a woman. He still belonged to Natalie. I hadn’t failed, even though I felt like I had. I just couldn’t be her for him.

  I wasn’t sure he deliberately took advantage of me, but it felt like seduction and betrayal. My suspicion about him seemed right. I wasn’t sure if he was demonic, but he wasn’t a good man. He deflowered me and ran away, left me on the stage with
a bunch of strangers. What kind of man did that? Sure, he was wounded, but that was no excuse, even though there was a world of people going through life as though being damaged was a full-time job and a good excuse for anything. Being traumatized isn’t a free pass for hurting other people.

  “He did try to warn me.”

  “He warned you?” Javier squinted.

  “Yes. He told me straight out I shouldn’t come with him.”

  “Why did you?” He grabbed a towel out of the nightstand and guided me to sit on the bed.

  Just in time. My legs wobbled. He sat beside me, looked into my face. When Javier asked a question, he cared about the answer.

  “I saw his pain. I thought I could help.”

  “I always wanted to know what was Gabe’s secret with the ladies. Never knew so many of you wanted to be nurses.”

  I punched his arm, mock-angry. I felt better. But he had a point. All the way back to Jane Eyre, women got hooked by being needed. Dear Mr. Rochester, let me make it better. It went back to before history, no doubt. No doubt some cave woman had it bad for the first guy mauled by a saber tooth tiger.

  “I want to take a shower. Don’t leave. Please?” I stood, letting my hands hang by my sides, wanting to touch him but not daring it.

  “Okay, Pia.” He got up and walked toward the chair that looked out to sea. He picked up the binoculars.

  “Get comfortable in the bed if you want. I want you to spend the night,” I said, surprised at my boldness.

  Gabe said to ask for what I want here. He might not have meant everything he said, everything I wanted to hear, but I had no doubts as to his sincerity as a host.