by Lacy Dae
Marco coughed and spat, leaving a bright red spray across the white marble floor. "We're supposed to double-team her, dumbass. You heard the boss." Harry's face darkened with anger for a moment, but then he laughed, chuckling coarsely. "What the hell. I just want her pretty mouth for right now. You can do whatever the fuck you want to the rest of the slut." He shoved me onto my knees, leering at me and revealing a missing back tooth. "You're going to suck my dick, bitch."
I felt frozen with dread, but to my utter shame, the degrading treatment was somehow also arousing me. Marco shoved the center of my back, knocking me forward onto my hands and knees, and then ran a calloused hand across my bare ass. Even as I shuddered under his touch, heat gathered in my traitorous pussy. The crude man snickered, pinching me painfully. "Hey, check out these bruises! This slut likes the rough stuff." He slapped my ass and I yelped, shocked at the sudden sting. "Shut the bitch up already!" Another hard slap fell across my reddening skin.
Harry knelt to the floor in front of me. His huge hand came up to grip the back of my head and he ground my face against his crotch, the rough denim abrading my cheek. I could feel the hard outline of his cock under his jeans. With a satisfied grunt, his hands dropped down, and he unzipped his fly. He wore no boxers, and his hairy cock instantly sprang free, thick and long. Oh God, this is really happening.
The odd numbness that had dulled my thoughts vanished, and I jerked back with a whimper. Marco laid a punishing blow on my ass, and I cried out. Harry grinned down at me. "It's too late to back out now, whore! The boss owns your ass." I gulped, head hanging down, struggling for control. I had to do this. Just get it over with, already. Reluctantly, my whole body shaking in revulsion, I raised my head and opened my mouth.
Harry shoved his cock between my lips with a happy groan. He grabbed my hair when I tried to pull back, and sank his thick dick even deeper into my throat. It was huge, painfully stretching my jaw, and I gagged and choked as the broad head bumped the back of my throat. Grunting, he pulled his cock half-way out before slamming it back into my mouth. I gasped for breath between strokes as he set up a fast, pounding rhythm.
The force of his thrusts rocked me back and forth on my knees. Marco laughed, and slapped my ass in time, making me yelp around the cock in my mouth. Then his hands slid down my ass, and rough fingers probed my pussy. I couldn't stifle a moan as his hard finger ground against my clit, sending unwilling pulses of pleasure through my straining body. "Ha! Her pussy's wet. She really is a whore."
I closed my eyes, hot tears of pain and humiliation streaking down my cheeks, as Harry slammed his cock even deeper into my throat and Marco's thick finger slid into my virgin sheath. My pussy clenched around him reflexively, and he groaned appreciatively. "God, she's tight. I'm gonna fuck her raw!"
Harry pulled his cock from my mouth, and I turned my head away gratefully, gasping for breath. "Hell yeah, you fuck her pussy and I'll do her in the ass!" Marco responded by shoving more fingers into my twat, stretching my pussy more than ever before, and then forcing a rough thumb into my asshole. He slammed his fingers into my flinching body hard enough to bruise, again and again, ignoring my pained cries. I sobbed from the burning ache in my pussy and ass, resting my forehead on the cool tiles beneath me. Oh God, please let this be over soon! But I knew the worst was yet to come.
A hard voice suddenly cut through the horror and fear. "I'll give you my votes, Clarice. Call off your animals."
I whimpered as the fingers violating my ass and pussy were suddenly yanked out. Protesting male voices rose around me, but I blocked them out, pulling up my legs to huddle on the floor, my face in buried in my arms. I felt dizzy, faint and nauseous from shock, and the noise and lights around me faded into buzzing chaos. After what seemed like an eternity, gentle hands pulled me my feet, and my blue dress dropped down over my head. I yanked it the rest of the way on, desperate for its meager protection, and then wrapped my arms tightly around my waist. As my vision gradually cleared, I recognized Miles standing beside me and gratefully leaned into his strength. He dropped a comforting arm around my shoulders.
Clarice walked into view and I lurched backwards in terror. Miles' arm tightened around my shoulders reassuringly, holding me in place. She peered into my pale face, and then tsked condescendingly. "I do believe you're right, Miles. The poor thing seems to have bitten off more than she could chew. It's so good of you to rescue her from her folly."
"Do we have a deal or not, Clarice? I think you've made your point here." His voice was tight with anger and his arm fell away from me. I closed my eyes, cringing with shame from my abject failure. His bitch of an ex-wife was going to use me against him after all, despite my efforts to free him from her vengeful manipulations. It had all been for nothing.
Clarice's bright laughter grated on my frayed nerves. "I'm going to raise the price, actually. Now that you've had such a graphic preview of what will occur if you refuse my offer." I felt Miles' tremble with rage as she went on. "There will be another vote in a month, the final approval for the merger. You'll vote with me then, too." Her sweet voice had absolutely no give. "Or Harry and Marco will finish the job. They won't be nearly as nice to her next time, either. They're a bit angry, and really, who can blame them? She's such a tease."
My knees gave out and I slipped to the floor, dark spots dancing before my eyes. Miles looked down at me, scowling blackly, and then turned back to Clarice. "Fine." He spat the word out. "Sign over her contract and I'll vote your way twice, at your discretion." A pit of despair opened inside me, as I realized that I'd actually made things even worse for Miles.
She grinned triumphantly. "I'll have the agreements drawn up. It won't take long, so why don't we just wait here, if you don't mind."
"Send your thugs away first." She shrugged, and sent the men out of the room with a wave of her hand. I was glad to see them go, even as I trembled on the floor, my throat aching with unshed tears. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. I stayed on the floor, huddling in miserable silence. Clarice was all smiles, cheerfully making small talk, while Miles snarled monosyllabic answers. Thankfully, they both ignored me. At last, the legal agreements arrived, and were duly signed and notarized. I recognized the tacky red and white contract Miles received, my own scrawled signature splashed across the bottom. God, how stupid I'd been.
"Well, I do believe we're finished here! Thank you for your cooperation, Miles." She turned to me, smiling widely and I shuddered, reluctantly pulling myself to my feet. "And especially you, Rachel. Thank you so very, very much. I could never have gotten his agreement without your... assistance." I flinched at the pointed barb, and glanced timidly at Miles. He refused to meet my eyes, his jaw clenched with rage.
We left the building in total silence. On the long drive back to his mansion, I started to speak a few times, but the words died in my throat. I really didn't know what to say. Miles slammed open the car-door as soon as we arrived at his home, and stalked up the front door. Hesitantly, I followed him, but he never looked back. He strode down the hallway and flung open the door to what was clearly his home office, crossing the room to his desk. I drifted in behind him, and quietly shut the door.
Keeping his back to me, he opened a drawer and retrieved a dusty bottle. He poured a few fingers of some dark liquor into a glass tumbler, and then downed it in a single motion. A bit more calmly, he poured another, and then turned to face the lit fireplace, cradling the glass in his hands and still deliberately ignoring my presence. Gingerly, I stepped up beside him, and stared into the flames. After a long moment, he sighed, and his shoulders slumped.
I gathered my courage. "Miles... I am so, so sorry. I never meant..." I flinched, gasping, as he burst into motion, hurling his glass into the fire, where it shattered it loudly. He turned to me and snarled viciously.
"You're sorry?!? You're sorry?!? You stupid girl, you have no fucking idea what you've cost me!" I backed up a step, eyes wide with shock, but he crowded me up against his desk. His voice lowered to
a venomous hiss. "I wish to God I had never met you!"
The cruel words stung, and tears rose to my eyes. I dashed them away as fury welled up from deep inside me, a massive eruption of pent-up hurt and fear and rage. "You ass! This isn't all my fault! Your ex-wife is a fucking psycho! And you..." I stabbed a finger into his chest, as his jaw dropped at my sudden attack. "If you'd just fucked me properly last night, none of this would have happened! I wouldn't have had to... This is all your fault!" I was shouting, tears pouring down my face, and he stepped back and raised his hands, blank-faced.
I shuddered and turned away from him, scrubbing my face with my hands and fighting down sobs. A simmering silence descended between us, and as my rage ebbed, I ached to bridge the gap. But I didn't know what to say.
He spoke first, his words cold and detached. "You're right. It's not fair to blame you for this mess, and I'm sorry that Clarice got you involved. This was never about you." I swung around to look at him, startled by the apology. He reached into his jacket, and pulled out the damned auction house contract. Grabbing a pen from the desk, he scrawled a quick signature across it. "I'm hereby declare our business transaction to be completed. The money will be deposited in your account by morning, and you're free to leave."
I staggered back, searching his face. He was expressionless, totally closed off. "You want me to leave?" I whispered.
He handed me the contract, carefully not touching me. "I think it best that you go home now, Rachel."
"I-I..." I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying to think. I should be glad to head back to my apartment and escape this hideously painful tangle of emotions. He was doing me a kindness, really. Blinking hard, my thoughts whirling, I gazed out the window and noticed that night had fallen. As though from a distance, I heard my voice say, "Can I stay the night, please? I.. I really don't want to be alone right now." I turned and met his gaze, holding my breath. A tantalizing flicker of heat seemed to shoot through his dark eyes, but it vanished in an instant.
After a long moment, he tilted his head. "If that's what you want."
Claimed by the Billionaire
Hands reached for me, huge and hairy men with cruel leering smiles. I tried to shove them away, but I was so weak, my legs and arms too heavy to move. I was helpless and my tormentors laughed as they shoved their hands between my thighs, spreading me open. Their hard fingers probed my tender folds, and then plunged deeply into my pussy and ass. The twin violations should have hurt terribly, but I moaned instead as perverted pleasure swept through me. My traitorous pussy tightened around the thick fingers pounding into me, and my ass clenched sensually around every degrading thrust.
"You like this, Rachel. You wanted this. Whore." I whimpered a horrified denial as a woman's voice whispered through my mind, poisonously sweet.
My ass and pussy throbbed in rhythm with the pounding fingers as my mind blanked with searing pleasure. Slowly, the two thugs tormenting me dissolved into one man, lean and poised, his dark hair streaked with silver. He frowned down at me as he plunged his fingers into my wet pussy, brushing my swollen clit with his thumb. I moaned as my hips lifted eagerly for his punishing thrusts and exquisitely erotic tension began to spiral through me.
He quickened the pace, his fingers diving deep inside my swollen twat again and again as I panted for breath. I trembled, my muscles tightened from the strain, as the coiling pressure in my core twisted higher and higher with every thrust. Finally, with one last hard shove of his fingers deep inside my quivering pussy, his thumb grinding painfully hard against my aching clit, he forced me over the edge. I cried out as the twisted knot low in my belly shattered into razor-edged surges of sensation and the nearly-painful orgasm tore through my body.
As the overwhelming pleasure slowly faded away, I reached out a hand to my stern-faced lover. He drifted back, melting into the shadows, his lush mouth twisted into a cruel sneer. "I don't want a whore, Rachel. Leave."
I woke with a jerk, sitting up in the bed with the sheets sticking to my sweaty skin. With shaking hands, I pushed back my tangled hair. My muscles were trembling and I teetered on the edge of panic, struggling for control. The awful nightmare had been so vivid that I could still see the faces of the two men who had attacked me earlier that day. And that voice... that woman's voice would haunt my dreams for years, I was sure.
Clarice Sinclaire-Jensen, the woman who had bought me at the virgin auction and then used me to torment and control her ex-husband. She'd given me to him for a single night, betting that he wouldn't deflower me so quickly. He hadn't and, by the contract I'd so naively signed, she owned my still-intact virginity. The evil bitch had called a meeting to reclaim my body. To my horror, she threatened to let her body-guards rape me if her ex-husband didn't meet her demands. The tender moments I'd shared with my dominating lover became a lash in her hands, a twisted leash around his neck.
I couldn't let him pay the price for my stupidity. I'd tried, oh God, I had tried so hard to foil her plot, to just let the thugs fuck me and be done with it. But I had broken under their cruelty and my lover had felt forced to intervene, stopping the nightmarish attack by giving in to Clarice's ruthless demands. The sadistic bitch had won because of me, because of my weakness. A man I'd known for less than a day had saved me at great personal cost.
The thought of Miles calmed me, and my panting breaths finally started to slow as the panic slipped away. It had been a stunning shock to recognize Miles Sinclaire after a sexy, scary night in his bed. A reclusive billionaire, famous for his genius and business sense, he'd become a virtual hermit since the bitter divorce that had cost him his software company. I'd been purchased to be a pawn in his psychotic ex-wife's vendetta, be the live bait on her hook.
I'd met Miles right after the virgin auction, when I'd been deposited on his doorstep, bound and terrified. A cold-eyed stranger, he hadn't been reassuring in the least to the scared girl he'd been so suspiciously given. His moods had swung unpredictably from teasingly playful to ruthlessly commanding, and he had demanded total obedience from me, not hesitating to punish me for defiance. He'd spanked me, shaved my pussy with a straight razor, tormented me with a vibrator in public and taught me erotic pleasures I'd never even imagined, all within a single intensely arousing day. To my utter surprise, I'd found pleasure in submitting both to his desires and to his twisted punishments.
I swallowed hard, my throat aching, as I recalled the fight we'd had after his gloating ex-wife finally released us. Miles had been so angry, enraged by the sacrifices he'd made to save me. He'd lashed out at me, his hard words like blows to my wounded soul. Drowning in guilt and pain, I had met his temper with my own. I had viciously attacked my rescuer, blaming him for not fucking me properly that first night, for not taking my virginity then and freeing me from the damned contract.
In the simmering silence that followed, he had pulled out the auction house document and signed it over to me, declaring our business transaction complete. I was finally free.
Then Miles told me to leave. Floundering from this abrupt rejection, I'd begged to at least stay the night. His aloof agreement had landed me in this cold, quiet guest-room. Alone. And still technically a virgin, despite everything that had happened.
I twisted on the bed, the clammy sheets sliding over my bare legs as I lay back down. The thin cotton t-shirt seemed like feeble protection against the cold filling me. The infuriating, demanding, fascinating man I had so recently come to know wanted me to leave and a hollow dread filled me at the thought of never seeing him again. I needed to make things right with him, to somehow repay him for saving me. To my confused shame, I also ached to feel his strong body against mine once more, to meet his wicked lusts with my own sinful passion. I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes, blocking out the empty shadows and fighting down my conflicting emotions.
An hour slowly ticked by as I lay there sleepless, too scared to close my eyes and risk the nightmare. Giving up, I finally threw back the sheets and swung my legs over the side of t
he bed. I had to find him. Hesitantly, I crossed the room and opened the door. The blackness of the hallway beckoned. I vaguely recalled being led down a few hallways, towards the back of the spacious mansion. Padding along on bare feet, I cautiously moved through the silent house.
I wandered along, lost and a bit frightened, until I finally stumbled upon a familiar door. It was the bedroom where I'd been so roughly deposited the night before. Its carved wood loomed over me, a forbidding barrier. Even if Miles was inside, he'd made it quite clear that he didn't want to see me again. A quiet voice in my mind whispered that I should just go back to my room. Before I could talk myself out of it, I forced my hand onto the doorknob.
With a faint creak, the heavy door swung open onto the lush room now seared into my memory. The dim light revealed the heavy four-poster bed where I'd slept in his arms, just the night before. Torn between hope and fear, I froze in the doorway, unable to force myself into the room as my nerves totally failed. The memory of his rejection curdled inside me, and I turned away, defeated. His voice from the darkness halted me in my tracks.
"Are you coming in or not?" His bored tones gave no hint to a preference, and I cringed. My cowardly escape attempt thwarted, I swung back to the open door and crossed my arms under my breasts. As the silence lengthened, I wet my lips and forced myself to speak.
"I-I couldn't sleep." I winced at the lame excuse. An aggravated sigh was Miles' only response. "Um... can I come in?" The words tripped out, rushing past my trembling lips.