CHAPTER ELEVEN

Collision

After finding Marco and Sebastian seated in the lobby with guns pointed at them, I decided to remain silent until we were situated in the SUV. The Society’s thugs let us leave without further incident and tossed the keys to Sebastian. Marco grabbed my arm and guided me to the backseat where he joined me.

I sat with my hands in my lap, thinking of all the ways I might kill Victoria England if Xavier wasn’t safe and sound in his apartment. There was a certain amount of confidence in her words. After all, she needed to build trust. It was the only way to control me. But I saw through her game. The fattest hunters are those who learn to live among their prey. She needed me close. I needed her closer. The hunter was about to become the hunted.

“We need to go to Xavier’s penthouse.”

Neither Marco nor Sebastian questioned me or my statement, but the relief I hoped would come was kept at bay by doubt.

Sebastian got us there in less time than normal, though my wandering mind barely allowed me to notice the drive, anyway.

The knot in my stomach grew as the elevator ascended to Xavier’s apartment. Marco’s hand rested on the small of my back, and Sebastian’s arms engulfed my body, his warmth comforting.

“What happened to the guard?” Marco asked. The security guard, which normally greeted us at the door, was missing.

“Good question.” Sebastian raised his hand to place it on the scanner but stopped. “Is there anything we should know before heading in?”

“Do you have your gun?” I pointed at his ankle where he usually kept the weapon in a holster.

His eyes narrowed and scrutinized my expression. “Yes. Am I going to need it?” He bent and retrieved the pistol.

“I hope not.”

Sebastian looked into my eyes. “I don’t like this. It could be an ambush. Let’s go.”

Before he could say anything else, I placed my hand on the scanner, turned the handle, and shoved my way through the door.

“Elaine, what the hell are you doing? Wait…” Sebastian’s stern reprimand fell on deaf ears as I spied Xavier bound to a chair. The chair had tipped on its side. He lay gagged and bound.

I ran to him and latched onto the chair, struggling to lift it upright. Marco joined my efforts, while Sebastian, with his gun ready, checked the rooms for intruders.

My fingers worked the knot on the gag.

Marco pulled the straight pin from the note attached to his chest.

As soon as the cloth in Xavier’s mouth fell free, he licked his lips a few times and then rasped, “Thank God, you’re OK.”

I paused, staring at him with disbelief. “Me? You’re the one tied up.” I looked up at Marco. “Grab a glass of water.”

Marco passed me the note before doing as asked. There were only two words written on it. “You’re welcome.”

Marco handed me the glass. I knelt in front of Xavier and raised the cup to his lips. “Drink.”

He gulped the water, one mouthful after another. He wet his lips and exhaled a breath of relief.

I smiled at him, so happy he was OK. “Huh… I remember, once upon a time, sitting bound and at your mercy.”

“I’ve been like this for hours. What did the note say?” he asked in a gravelly voice, ignoring my mocking remark.

Sebastian walked back into the room and stood behind me. “It’s all clear.”

“It says, ‘You’re welcome.’ Did you see who did this to you?” I blurted out while tugging at his shirt so I could examine his body. “There was blood. Where are you hurt?”

He wiggled his shoulders. “My hands.”

I leaned around the side of the chair to see that both of his hands had been bandaged.

“Several of the ushers from Ellington House busted through the back door right after Sebastian left to get us food. I don’t know how they found me. They caught me by surprise, wrestled me to the ground, and drugged me with something. One had a tank of some kind of propellant.”

“Take another drink.” I lifted the glass to his lips and allowed the water to fill his mouth.

He swallowed audibly and licked his lips. “Touch my face. I was terrified I’d never see you again. I need to feel you.”

I covered his cheek with my palm.

He pressed harder against my skin and let out a hum of contentment. Wet streams of tears coated my hand.

I wanted to comfort him, but so much had changed in such a short time. What would he think?

I tugged on the ropes. Xavier had been expertly bound. “Sebastian, can you help me with these?”

Sebastian dropped to his knees, and as expected, he knew exactly what to do. “One of the ushers was probably a bondage expert. These knots are impressive.”

Xavier snorted dryly. “You’ll have to excuse me if I don’t share your enthusiasm.” He rubbed his face harder against my hand.

Marco wandered to the kitchen and lifted his cell phone to his ear, mumbling something into the receiver.

“What happened to your hands?” I asked, searching his eyes.

Sebastian freed Xavier’s arms.

Xavier stretched them showing me his hands. “The sedative hadn’t fully taken hold when I was being carried out of the house. I grabbed that old wooden railing, trying to stop them. Huge splinters broke off in my hands, but I kept trying. I had to get to you.” He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me to him, burying his face in my neck. “Elaine…” A sob rumbled through his chest.

“Xavier, there’s a lot you need to hear.” I loosened his hold and backed away.

He looked down, noticing the dark, dried substance on my hands. “Where did the blood come from?”

“You. The house was an inferno when we arrived. I grabbed the railing and found the blood. I took it as a good sign that you were probably not inside. Plus, killing you didn’t make sense.”

He reached for me again, but I dodged his embrace.

Sebastian unwound the final bit of rope from his leg. “There you go.” He rose, winding the rope around his elbow and thumb.

Xavier rose from the chair, his legs wobbling.

I stood and clutched his forearms, trying to steady him. “I have to tell you something. A lot of things actually.”

He cupped my cheek with his bandaged hand.

“First, let’s make sure they took care of your wounds.”

I led him to the bathroom and flipped on the light. Once situated by the sink, I washed my hands and then undid the tape on the gauze.

We both inspected the wounds, but he gave the assessment. “Looks like they took care of it. Go ahead and tape it back up.”

While I wound the gauze back around his hand, he leaned in and captured my lips with his.

I pulled back again. “Xavier… I’ve had one hell of a day.”

“Mine hasn’t exactly been a picnic either. Is there a reason you don’t want me touching you?”

I wound my arms around him, and he instantly enveloped me in his. “No. Xavier…” I took a deep breath. “I killed someone today.”

“What?” He leaned back, grabbing my face in both his hands, and searched my eyes.

“I went to see my father…”

His hands smoothed over my neck and shoulders then began a soothing rhythm, rubbing up and down my arms. “What did he have to say? Are you OK?”

“He told me to get away from you. But that’s not surprising, given his association with Victoria.” I released a deep breath. “I’m not going to lie. It was hard.”

He squeezed me tight. “I should have gone with you. None of this would have happened.”

“No, I think it was good for Marco and me to spend that time together. Don’t get me wrong, I could do without all the other stuff, but I learned things about myself, and all of you, today.” I gave him a weak smile. “Anyway, my father sent me to see his attorney for information since he wouldn’t give me anything to go on.”

“Is this the same attorney you’ve been dodging?”

“Yes, long story short, the attorney, Craver, gave me the history of the Society. He told me my father’s victims weren’t random; they were Charles’s subjects. When the attorney saw my scar…things went bad. He almost shot Marco.” Tears surfaced at the corners of my eyes.

Xavier peppered my face with consoling kisses. “You’re safe. Marco’s safe. You’re with me now.”

“Xavier…” I whispered.

“Yes, my queen.”

“I killed him. I killed Craver Adams, my father’s attorney. He had a gun and fired at Marco, so I stabbed him in the throat with a pen.” I buried my face in his neck. “I didn’t know I could even do something like that.”

“Did you involve the authorities?” His eyes widened, providing a window to his curiosity and fear.

I stared at the floor.

“Elaine…” His voice grew stern.

“We didn’t call the police. We ran. I called Victoria and told her to clean up her mess.”

“You what?”

“He was Victoria’s subject.”

“You killed Victoria’s subject?” His eyes were dark and cold.

“Yes.”

“You’re in danger. The council will kill you.”

“No. I took care of that too.”

“I’m afraid to ask how.”

“I kept trying to call you, but you didn’t answer, so Marco and I drove to the house. That’s when we found it engulfed in flames, and then I saw the blood. We caught up with Sebastian, and the three of us went to Ellington House.”

“Are you insane? That is the dumbest thing you could have possibly done.” He gripped my arms, and I winced. “That’s suicide.”

“Obviously not. I’m still breathing.”

“What did you do?”

“I confronted Victoria.”

“Elaine…we’ve got to leave. We have to run.”

“No. I’ve got a plan.”

“No. You’ve made enough mistakes already.”

I backed up, crossed my arms, and glared at him. “Me? If it weren’t for me, you’d be Victoria’s bitch. She kidnapped you to prove a point to me. You were my peace offering.”

He scrubbed his bandaged hands over his face. “Elaine, we can’t win with them. If today proved anything, it’s that.”

“We don’t have a choice. Now, are you going to listen to me?”

“No.”

“Then forget it.” I turned and marched toward door.

“Where are you going?” He caught me by the arm, stopping me—his fingers tight and desperate.

“I can’t live like this.” I tried to work my arm free.

“I know. That’s why we have to leave.”

I peered deep into his eyes and spoke, my words laced with an intensity that surprised even me. “Absolutely not! Those people destroyed my life. Took my father from me. Made me a murderer. A liar. Took unimaginable things from you, and today, proved that nothing I love will ever be safe as long as they exist. Not you. Not Gretchen. Not Marco or Sebastian.” I took two steps toward him. “I am going to destroy them, with or without your assistance. If I die trying, so be it.”

He clutched my shoulders and forced me against the wall. He all but growled through his gritted teeth. “Don’t ever say that again.”

“Oh, I most certainly will. I’ll say it every day until they are stopped.”

He pressed his body against mine, trapping me in place. He closed his eyes and took a deep, shaky breath. While holding me captive against the wall, his forearms trembled with rage. He was angry. More incensed than I had ever seen him, but I didn’t back down.

I knew two things for certain—the world needed Xavier, and Gretchen’s life was just beginning. This was the hill I was willing to die on. The Society stood between me and my ability to hold on to anything I loved.

Xavier leaned in until our faces almost touched. His commanding gaze locked with mine, so intense it was as though he were trying to will my obedience. His words were as harsh as his stare. “I’m not going to stand for this. As your king, I forbid it.”

I laughed with a sarcastic edge. “Forbid? Fifteen minutes ago, you were tied to a chair.” I enunciated every syllable. “As your queen…” I paused, quickly considering the ramifications of my next words and decided to embrace the fury it would incite. He was on the edge. I needed to feel. I wanted nothing more than for his rage to consume mine. With my next declaration, I set us both ablaze. “…and as your keeper, I will protect you at all costs, and there ain’t a goddamn thing you can do about it.”

He sucked in a deep, snarling breath, his exhale hissed through his gritted teeth. Raising his voice, he said, “Sebastian, bring me the rope.”

Sebastian appeared behind him, the rope dangled from his fist.

I glared at him. “You wouldn’t.”

He leaned his body harder against mine. “What was it you said?” He looked away for a moment, feigning contemplation. “Yes…that’s right.” Placing his lips next to my ear, he whispered rough and emphatic, “Oh, I most certainly will. Or should I say, I’m going to allow Sebastian the honors of putting my queen in her place. You can play the keeper card all you want, but I won’t let you go on a suicide mission.”

Marco joined us in the doorway, resting his hip on the frame. “Security is all taken care of. We’re safe for the time being. What’s going on here?”

Sebastian held up the rope for my inspection. “Xavier needed some help.”

I tried to shove away from the wall, but Xavier’s hold was too tight. He ran his hands down my arms and then gathered my wrists, pinning them. His body—a fortress. “Don’t you think for a moment that you’re getting away from me. I’ve waited all my life for you.” His lips collided with mine, rough and unyielding. “You belong to us. I’ll keep you captive before I allow anything to happen to you,” he said, with a restrained sob shaking his voice. He laid his head on my shoulder, perhaps hiding his emotions from me.

Sebastian moved and positioned his lips against my other ear. “Love, your safe word is butterscotch. Marco told me about your day. I won’t steal your rage, but I’m going to grant you freedom through my control.” His breath was hot against my ear. The confidence in Sebastian’s voice was a contrast to Xavier’s whimpers which announced his fear. “You’ve been burdened with far too many decisions today. I’m going to borrow authority from your body, and in the process, ease the trouble clouding your mind. But don’t worry, I’ll give it back the moment I release the last tie.” He bent and looped the rope around my wrists.

Xavier panted against my neck. “You can’t leave me. I love you.”

His declaration spurred my anger. I struggled against his and Sebastian’s strength.

“Elaine…don’t fight me, I’ll just have to punish you more. With the first knot, I need to hear you say the word. Say the word that can bring this all to an end.” He pulled the ropes tighter. “Now, give me control. Tell me you understand your body is mine. That word is a key. Once you say it, I will command you. Take what I want from you. Allow Marco and Xavier to do the same. Say the word, and it all begins and won’t stop until you either utter it again or until we’ve all had our fill. Let me hear it fall from those pretty lips.”

I was weary from stress, anxiety, fear, and anger. Exhaustion warred with my fury, but Sebastian’s bold confidence was a beacon in the darkening haze. I could continue to fight a losing battle, or I could surrender and regain the strength to fight another day.

Sebastian’s teeth nipped my earlobe, and then he whispered, “Perhaps you forgot the word. But–ter–scot–ch.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them. I glanced in Marco’s direction.

He smiled, bright and reassuring. “Say it, bella. Do this for you. Let Sebastian take your troubles. Lose yourself in us. Hell, after today, do it for me. We all deserve to remember why it’s all worth it. Go on… I’ll catch you if you fall.” Marco was always so comforting without even meaning to be.

I turned back, finding Sebastian’s brilliant blue eyes, and knew he was my deliverance. Through Xavier, the Society, and the war I now fought with myself, Sebastian would be the one to keep me from drowning. Whispering the word like a confession, I submitted, “Butterscotch.”

Sebastian smirked and tightened his grip. “Marco, a little help please, it will be easier to bind her if she’s on the bed.”

Marco pushed away from the doorframe. “Elaine…” He nudged Xavier out of the way. “Excuse me, I have a job to do.” He winked at me. Marco’s hands closed around my waist the instant Xavier released his grip. Moments later, I was doubled over Marco’s shoulder. He made his way to Xavier’s bedroom and tossed me onto the duvet. I rolled over to crawl away from him, toward the headboard, but he wasted no time draping his body over my back, pinning me to the bed. His body heat scorched me as he kissed the back of my neck. “Bella, what we went through today makes us inseparable. You’re worried that I might want something more. There is nothing more than you. We’re linked at the soul now. We share something that is unique to us. One day, when this is all over, it will deepen our love, but for now, we both need absolution.” His hand fisted my hair, tugging my head so that I could look into Sebastian’s wide eyes. Marco ground his erection against my ass.

Sebastian kissed me softly on the lips then pulled back and said, “Marco’s going to let you up, and when he does, I want you to take your clothes off, but Xavier’s going to tell you how he wants you to do it. From this point on, every inch of your body, inside and out, belongs to us. We’re going to take what we want, any way we want. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He grabbed Marco’s chin. “And you…who owns you?”

Marco ground his hips against me with Sebastian’s demand. “You do.”

“And who else?”

“She does.”

“That’s right.” He kissed Marco’s lips. “Now sit over there with Xavier. Elaine has something to show us.”

Sebastian rose and waited for Marco to move.

Marco kissed my neck once before removing his weight from my back.

Sebastian commanded Xavier, “Tell her how you want her to remove her clothes. I’ll be right back. When I return, I want her naked.” He disappeared into the other room.

Xavier sat in a chair in the sitting area across from the bed. His legs crossed. “Take off your shirt.”

I stared at him for a moment before lifting the hem of my shirt and dragging the fabric over my head. I had been so caught up in the turmoil that it never occurred to me that I still wore the fashion disaster Marco selected for me.

“Now your bra. Show me your breasts.”

I reached around and unclasped the bra, allowing my breasts to fall free.

Xavier growled. “So beautiful. Now the rest.”

I did as he commanded, removing each item, one by one, while keeping my gaze fixed on him. Resting on my knees on the bed, bare for their perusal, I eyed Sebastian returning from the other room with a familiar black leather box. He set it on the ottoman next to Xavier and opened it. But instead of inspecting its contents, he started toward me, carrying the ropes that once bound Xavier in hand.

“Besides that night with the rainmaker, or the interlude in the gazebo, have you ever been bound?”

“No.”

“I’m going to bind your hands behind your back so that you can’t touch us.” He grabbed one arm and rested it against my lower back and then the next. “I’m going to place a rope here…” He ran a finger under my breast, drawing a horizontal line underneath them. “And one here…” He drew a line parallel to the other above my breasts. “The ropes will loop around your upper arms and join with your bound hands fastened at your back. It’s called a box tie.” He took his time stretching, looping and knotting the ropes. “Are they too tight?”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Good. Now for something called the frog tie. I’m going to bind your legs in a bent position, fixing your calves to your thighs. Do you know why I like this binding?”

“No.”

“Because it’s nearly impossible for you to close your legs. Your pussy will be on display for us.” He dipped his fingers between my legs and ran them through my wetness. “Good girl. You’re already wet. Lay back so I can bind your legs.”

My arms ached from the weight of my body forcing them into an awkward position, but it was overshadowed by the instant vulnerability I felt of being so exposed and out of control.

He finished the final knot and bent to whisper in my ear. “Before any of us takes you, I want your pussy swollen and crying for us to fuck it.” He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed. “And that’s what tonight is all about—your beautiful pussy. Sometimes, I’ll tie you up, and we’ll only fuck your ass. Other times, you’ll serve us with your mouth. Perhaps, I’ll tie you up, and we won’t fuck you at all, but tonight…we’re punishing your gorgeous pussy. Each time you come, you’re going to let go of more and more of your anger.” He placed his hand on my sex. “This isn’t all for you.” He slipped two fingers inside me.

I moaned.

“This is for us, too. Our love is strong enough to allow us to indulge our baser needs. Tonight…” He pulled his fingers out and then pushed them back in. “This position gives us the only thing we’re going to think about—your pussy. We’re not making love tonight, Elaine. We’re going to fuck you hard and relentlessly. We’re going to fuck you like you’re nothing more than a pussy here to serve us. We’re going to fuck you like we don’t love you. But in the morning, when you wake up in our arms, our love will be stronger than ever.” He pushed his fingers in deep and bent to kiss me. “Remember at any time, you can make it stop. What’s the word?”

His declarations excited me. I welcomed their possession. “Butterscotch,” I answered, sultry and low.

He removed his fingers from inside me and coated my bottom lip in my essence before kissing me again. “Good girl. Xavier, pick something from the box you’d like to fuck sweet Elaine’s pussy with. I want her to come once before we take our turns with her.”

Xavier eased out of the chair, inspected the contents, and pulled out an object I was familiar with—the glass phallus Marco used during our time with the rainmaker. He took long, fluid strides toward me.

I felt so helpless, yet so powerful at the same time.

Xavier took his place standing in front of me. He bent over me, beginning a trail of soft, languid kisses that started between my breasts and ended in the divot at the bar of my throat. “You look absolutely delectable.” A hum rumbled through his chest. “You please your king.” He moved his lips to whisper in my ear. “Your body is mine. Your mind might defy me, but your body will always obey me.” He gently scraped my earlobe with his teeth. “Are you still angry with me?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Good. It will make the prize all the more rewarding. When I had this made for our encounter in the gallery, I never imagined I’d get to use it myself.”

I gasped when he rubbed the cold object across my sex.

He stood up, continuing to glide the glass cock through my wetness. He fixed his gaze on his ministrations.

“I remember the first time in the restaurant when Marco opened you up to me. I wanted to touch you so badly. Now I can do one better.” He pushed the cock inside me.

I bit my lip as he focused his efforts between my legs. The look of wonder in his eyes each time we had sex chipped away at my heart. It was something I had given him and his continual wonderment endeared him to me, but that was the last thing I wanted to feel for him now.

Sebastian moved, returning from the box with a black silk cloth in hand. “Since we’re only planning to focus on one part of you, that’s all I want you to think about.” He knelt on the bed and folded the cloth into a thick strip. “Raise your head.” I did as he ordered, and he secured the dark cloth around my eyes.

Xavier increased his pace, fucking me harder with the cock. The warmth and weight of his body invaded my skin as he bent over me while continuing his work between my thighs. “I want you to come for me.” He captured my mouth in a hard, feverish kiss, before the heat of his body left me again.

My legs jerked when I felt the tickle of fingers tracing up my inner thigh. Marco’s breath blew hot against my ear as he spoke, “Your skin is so soft and smooth.” At the same time, somebody pinched my nipple, pulling the taut peak to the point of pain. “Here, X, let me give her a little extra incentive,” Marco added. The tickling fingers left my thigh, and then began rubbing my clit in small, circular motions.

Sebastian whispered close to my ear, “The sooner you come, the sooner you’ll have Marco’s cock inside your pussy. I love watching his cock stretch you. I want Xavier to watch him fuck you. So when it’s his turn, he’ll be brutal because I allowed Marco to come inside you first. He thinks your pussy belongs to him, but I’m going to show him it belongs to all of us.”

Xavier hissed under his breath, “Fuck,” and forced the cock in and out of me in deep, quick thrusts.

“Oh God.” I was close.

“Making Xavier take out the anger he has for me on that hot little cunt of yours is all to prepare you for what I’m going to do to you.” He pulled hard on my other nipple. “I’m going to make sure you can barely walk tomorrow.”

Marco rubbed harder on my clit, and I was lost.

I gritted my teeth as Xavier forced the cock through my tightened muscles. “Fuck.”

Xavier growled. “Yes, that’s it.” He continued to thrust through my mental haze, but in one swift movement pulled the cock from my body.

Sebastian was right, the bound position, the lack of sight, all these elements focused me on the juncture between my legs, and everything began and ended there.

I felt the bed shift as Sebastian left my side. “Hold on a second, Marco. I want to do something.”

There was a silent exchange between the men and then Sebastian spoke, “OK. Ready. Slide into her.”

Marco’s cock-head stretched and filled me. He always left me feeling so full. Marco’s strokes were long and deep.

Sebastian hissed. “Yes, perfect. Marco, I want you to focus right here.” Sebastian’s hand grabbed the base of Marco’s cock, causing his fingers to rub against my entrance. “Forget your love of her right now and focus on taking what you need.”

Marco leaned forward and wrapped his hand around my throat, not crushing but forceful. “Oh, bella, this is how I wanted to fuck you in the SUV earlier today.”

Xavier’s voice rang out. “You fucked him in his SUV today, Elaine?”

“Yes.”

Marco increased his pace. “Oh yes, I went to get us dry clothes, and when I came back she was naked, legs spread wide, offering herself to me. I fucked her, X. I didn’t leave her wanting. But I wanted to take her like this, to fuck her hard so she knew how much I appreciated her saving my life. But quarters were tight, and we were short on time.”

A rush of warm air skimmed over my ear. Xavier urged, “How did he take you?”

Marco’s hard plunges forced me to grunt between each word. “From behind and on top.” I bit my lip, remembering.

Marco’s thrusts grew frantic.

Sebastian spoke. “Perfect.” A second later, the other side of the bed dipped and Sebastian lowered my blindfold. “I want to show you both something.” He held up his phone for us to see. “Watch Marco fucking you. Look how swollen your pussy is. Look how he stretches you. Xavier watch him fuck your woman.”

It was by far the most erotic thing I had ever seen. The video played and even though a porn scene so graphic wouldn’t normally interest me, the fact that it was me added to the excitement.

“Watch him pound your pussy. This is what he’s seeing. Look at how your juices coat his cock.”

Marco moaned. “You’re going to kill me, Sebastian.”

My body tensed and squeezed Marco as I came.

Marco chuckled between pants. “I think she liked your movie. God…she’s so fucking snug. Feels so good.”

Sebastian pulled the blindfold back into place. “Just wanted to leave you with that image.”

Marco slammed against my pelvis, skin slapping against skin with every thrust. He growled. “Watch me, Xavier.” Marco shoved deep into me twice more and emptied himself inside me.

Xavier groaned from somewhere near the bed. “Fuck.”

Marco pulsed and then stilled. “Son of a bitch. So good.”

“Pull out, Marco. Show Xavier what you’ve done,” Sebastian commanded.

Marco exhaled a satisfied breath and withdrew, leaving me feeling empty.

There wasn’t enough time after Marco pulled out for Xavier to indulge Sebastian’s request. Instead, Xavier grabbed me by the hips and pulled me to the edge of the bed and filled me.

He curved his body over mine, and with deep, quick penetrations, set his pace. He held me tight against him, desperation in his movements. He squeezed me and panted against my ear. “I won’t lose you. I refuse.”

He forced breath from my lungs with each punishing thrust.

“Together. Everything. Together.” He panted fragmented sentences as he looked for absolution in my body.

I whispered, “I love you, Xavier.”

He peppered my face and neck with kisses. Even though Sebastian cautioned that I’d be reduced to a sex object, it was impossible for Xavier. From that first moment when we locked gazes across the table, it had never been just sex, no matter how much I tried to fool myself. There was something between us that defied explanation.

He groaned. “Oh God… Elaine.” He tensed, pushing into me harder with each stream of cum that poured from his cock. His lips captured mine with the final pulse.

His warmth comforted me, and he breathed, “I love you too,” against my lips. He stood, causing a chill to run through me as he withdrew.

A thumb stroked along my cheek, and Sebastian voiced his desires, “Oh, Elaine, after watching them fuck you, I’m dying for my turn, but I want you in a different position. Marco and Xavier get on the other side of the bed and help me. I want her ass in the air.”

They maneuvered me so that my shoulders rested against the mattress while on my knees, exposing my sex. They scooted me farther up the bed so that Sebastian could take his place behind me.

He wasted no time entering me. His hands clenched my hips, and I felt Xavier’s and Marco’s combined release run down my thighs. Sebastian slapped my ass hard.

I yelped.

He curled around me and grasped the back of my neck, forcing me into the mattress with each punishing thrust. The angle was different. I felt him deeper. “Elaine, you might have your king, but I’m your master. In time, your body will beg for my control.” His thrusts were brutal, harder than the others. His hand spread my thighs wider, and he changed the direction of his thrusts. He grasped the ropes that bound my arms and pulled.

I groaned from the pain and the pleasure of his renewed vigor.

His hips slammed against me.

“Give me what I want and you might be able to sit down tomorrow.” Another slap, but this time on the other cheek. “I want you to come. But I want you to say my name when you do.” Another slap.

“Fuck.” I groaned and bit my lip.

Slap.

“God…”

“Elaine…ain’t got all day. Your pussy feels amazing, but if I come before you do, you will regret it.” Slap hard.

“Son of a bitch.”

“Now, Elaine. I want to feel you come. Now.” Slap. “Did you hear me?”

Slap.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Now.” Slap.

“Sebastian. Yes!” I screamed.

He slammed into me hard. “Good girl.”

I came undone. My legs shook with tremors, and the pleasure washed over me.

“Such a good girl.”

He increased his pace and in the next few thrusts released, leaving me deliciously full. His heavy pants echoed in my ear as he slumped over my back.

A moment later, he sat up, still inside me. “Marco, Xavier start untying her.” He bent, withdrew, placed a kiss on my hip, and then pulled the blindfold from my eyes. I felt the bed dip as he made room for Marco and Xavier.

With each released binding, my limbs ached. The stretching caused a special kind of pain.

Sebastian returned from the bathroom with my white robe and washcloth. He handed the washcloth to Xavier. When the last binding fell free, he threaded my arms through the sleeves of the robe and climbed onto the bed, placing his back against the headboard. “Come here.” He extended his hand to me.

I took it, and he guided me to sit between his wide spread legs.

“Open your legs for Xavier. Let him clean you.”

I did as he asked. With soft gentle strokes over my thighs and sex, Xavier cleaned me of the remnants of our lovemaking.

Sebastian encased me in his arms. “I love you,” he whispered into my hair before kissing it.

Marco climbed onto the bed on one side, and after discarding the washcloth in the bathroom, Xavier joined us.

Marco ran his fingers up and down my arm in soft, soothing strokes.

They surrounded me with comfort and love. A contrast to the scene of the past hour.

My eyes suddenly felt heavy.

Sebastian held me tighter with one arm and stroked my hair with the other. “Go ahead. Fall asleep. You’re safe. And you’re loved.”

Xavier’s soft kiss to my lips was the last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep.