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  I started to moan in spite of myself, closing my eyes and letting out a gasp as Foster’s hands and fingers sent electric tremors from my nipples down through my core. Gareth chuckled as he continued to clean up the spots he’d missed. His thick fingers moved to touch my pussy, pulling my skin tight as he delicately shaved the sensitive areas to the side. There was something so damn hot about a man this rough being so freaking delicate with me, when I knew he could pick me up, toss me around, and have his way with me as hard as he wanted.

  Finally, he set the blade down to the side and began to gently splash water up onto me, using his hands to wash me clean of the shaving foam. I looked down, moaning slightly as how damn sexy it looked, shaved bare and clean and pink, with his strong hands resting on either side on my thighs.

  Gareth looked up and grinned wickedly at me as he leaned closer. My pulse jumped, my breath coming deeper and faster as he leaned oh so close to my sensitive pussy. I shuddered and moaned even louder when his tongue suddenly slipped delicately up my bare slit, every single little bump on his hot wet tongue grazing against every millimeter of now-smooth skin. It felt like nothing I’d ever imagined, and as he dragged his powerful tongue across my folds, I felt myself convulse and shudder in pleasure against him.

  Foster’s mouth found my neck, sucking and nibbling at me as I leaned into his hard chest. Gareth’s lips suddenly latched around my throbbing clit, and he began to gently suck as his tongue swirled around and around the aching nub. I gasped and cried out as my body seized and shook under his mouth, the feeling so much more bare and erotic on my freshly shaved skin down there. With a gasp, I came, my body wracking with shudders as my hands grasped at Gareth’s hair.

  He stood as I lay into Foster panting, his shorts hitting the floor and his big, thick cock jumping out. I moaned as Foster’s powerful arms suddenly slipped me off his lap and flipped me around onto my knees in the tub. He pulled the title seat out and tossed it aside as he perched on the edge in front of me, his cock thick and hanging heavy right in front of my face.

  “You want this, don’t you?” he growled, his hand wrapping around the shaft and pumping it slowly as we locked eyes. I whimpered, and then moaned as I felt Gareth slip into the tub behind me. His hands stroked my back, my ass, and my thighs, before they moved between my legs to stroke my pussy.

  Foster reached out and cupped my jaw, and I locked eyes with him as I twisted my face into his hand and sucked his thumb into my mouth. He groaned deeply, jerking his cock as he pulled me closer. I dropped his finger from my mouth as I opened my lips, wrapped them around his head, and slowly inhaled his cock.

  I could feel Gareth’s fingers on my slit, tracing the dripping bare folds, and I hummed around Foster’s cock, waiting for him to plunge in. I moaned loudly around Foster’s shaft, eagerly slurping on him and swirling my tongue around his fat cock-head as Gareth slowly pressed his head against my hot center. He grunted as he slid inside, and I moaned like a madwoman around the cock in my mouth as he slowly drove every insanely thick inch of his big cock deep into my tight pussy.

  My hands gripped the side of the metal tub with white knuckles, my breath coming in rasping hitches as Gareth began to fuck me in slow, steady strokes. Foster’s hands went to my hair, tangling in it and guiding me up and down his cock as I hungrily slurped at him.

  Gareth’s fingers clutched at my hips, digging into the skin there as he slid in and out of my freshly shaved pussy with powerful thrusts. His grooved hips hit my ass with every thrust, and the pulsing throb of his cock so deep inside of me drove me wild. He reached down between my legs and let his fingertip flick gently back and forth over my aching clit, making me shudder and moan.

  Foster’s head was thrown back as he groaned, reaching down to play with my nipples as Gareth’s thrusting brought me down on Foster’s cock again and again. I could feel him growing even thicker in my mouth, somehow even harder, and I knew he was as close as I was.

  Gareth’s thick cock was deep in my pussy and his finger on my clit. Foster’s fingers on my nipples sent shivers of pleasure through me and the two of them together were pushing me quickly towards the edge. I felt so damn sexy, and slutty in the best possible way with my shaved little pussy and two gorgeous, hung men fucking me in ways I’d barely conceived of before.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come, Cassandra,” Gareth groaned, fucking me harder and faster, his balls slapping my clit on every thrust.

  He drove in deep, hitting some amazing spot just inside, and suddenly, I went off like a shot. I pulled back from Foster and cried out, my whole body seizing and trembling as I went tipping over the edge and fell deliriously into my orgasm. I could feel Gareth tense behind me and suddenly plunge in all the way, and then I moaned again as I felt his huge shaft tremble and throb deep within me as he unleashed rope after rope of hot cum deep into my pussy.

  In front of me, Foster grunted and pulled me back to his cock. I sucked him inside hungrily just as he groaned loudly. His hot, sticky cum filled my mouth, and I moaned as I swallowed every thick jet of it .

  Slowly, Gareth eased out of me. The two men helped flip me around and gently eased me back into the tub before they slid down into the water themselves.

  “Holy fuck, girl.” Gareth whistled lowly, dropping his head back against the edge.

  I giggled. “Oh, that? Yeah, I do that with all my kidnappers.”

  He grinned as he threw an arm over my shoulders and pulled me close.

  “Zane’s going to be pissed Mitch had him running errands today,” Foster said with a chuckle. “I know he’d have loved to be a part of that.”

  Something shivered wickedly inside of me at the thought of not just two of them, but all three of the tattooed outlaws taking me at the same time.

  I thought about it later that night, after they’d brought me back to my cell, both of them kissing me fiercely and making sure I knew they’d be there in the morning with more information and plans on how they were going to get me out.

  But that’s all I could think about as I laid awake on the cot.

  Not one, or two of them.

  Three of them.

  Three big, gorgeous, dominant, bikers having their complete way with me all at the same time.

  God, how was that even possible?

  As it turns out, I didn’t have long to wait to find out…

  13

  It was cold later in the small cell. I think that’s what woke me.

  I let my eyes adjust to the light, pulling the one blanket I’d been given up over myself. Foster and Gareth had given me hospital-style scrub pants and a tank-top to wear after my bath earlier — an improvement from the shift-dress, but still not exactly warming.

  What was warming though, was thinking about earlier. The thought of the two men and what’d happened in that tub earlier was enough to get me much warmer, but there was also what they’d said before they left.

  They were going to get me out of here.

  I didn’t know how, and I actually didn’t think they did either. But knowing someone was on my side and wanted to help was keeping me going.

  Even if I still didn’t know what was happening to me here.

  There was a click of a lock, and a squeak of a doorknob, and the door to the cell opened.

  Zane stepped in.

  “Hey,”

  I smiled, sitting up a little on the bed. “Hey yourself.”

  “Brought you a blanket.”

  “Oh my God, thank you.”

  He came and sat on the edge of my cot, unrolling the big, thick blanket and draping it over me.

  “Thank you.”

  “Not a problem.”

  He leaned over me, propped up on his arm and looking down into my face. “You smell nice.”

  I grinned. “Thanks.”

  “Heard you got quite the scrub down earlier.”

  My face went red as I pulled the blanket up over it. Zane just chuckled though, pulling it back down and grinning at me. “Me and Foster and Ga
reth share everything.”

  “Everything, huh?”

  His eyes burned into mine, glinting wickedly. “I think you know a thing or two about that by now.”

  The flush came back to my cheeks and I sat up. “Zane, can you…” I trailed off and looked away. “Never mind.”

  “What?”

  “It’s nothing.”

  “Yes.”

  I glanced back at him curiously. “Yes what?”

  “Yes, I can sit and stay with you awhile.”

  I smiled. “I don’t need you to.”

  “No but you want me to.”

  “You kidnapped me,” I shot back. I meant it as a joking jab, but I could see his face harden.

  “I’m not going to pretend we’re nice guys.”

  “Nice guys don’t kidnap people.”

  “Look, we had no idea it was you, Cassandra.”

  “That matters?”

  He looked me over for a second, nodding slowly. “I’d like it to.”

  “And what if you’d known, would you have said no?”

  “After meeting you?”

  I nodded. “Yeah. Would you have still taken a job of kidnapping me?”

  He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine.

  “Not a fuckin’ chance.”

  I smiled.

  “C’mere, you still look cold.”

  He suddenly pulled me tight against him, wrapping the blanket around us as he pulled me up and almost into his lap. Broad, muscular arms surrounded my much smaller body, hugging me close and making me feel protected.

  God, he smelled good. He smelled masculine, and the scent of him somehow brought back everything that’d happened that first night with him and Foster. I felt my whole body tingle as I nestled into him, feeling much warmer against his hard, chiseled body.

  I grinned as I felt his lips brush my ear.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Keeping you warm,” he growled.

  Yeah, I was warm alright.

  I took a shaky breath as his lips trailed across my ear, and I could suddenly feel the hot bulge of his cock pressing against my back as I sat against him between his legs.

  “Is that the only thing you’re doing?” I whispered shakily, my breath catching as his lips dropped to my neck.

  “Nope,” he growled. “That’s not the only thing we’re doing at all, Cassandra.” His hands slid down my arms and over my hips, pulling my ass back tight against his cock.

  “Should you be doing this?”

  “Probably not,” he husked into my ear, his hands teasing over my belly. “But I thought we’d established that I’m not a good guy.”

  One of the hands on my belly began to slip up under my tank top, and I moaned quietly as it moved up until he was cupping my breast in his hand. He teased at my nipple with his fingertip, drawing it into a point and drawing another moan from my lips.

  The hand still at my belly slowly began to pull at the tie at the front of the hospital pants. Loosened, his hand slipped inside, and he growled throatily as he felt my smooth, bare skin.

  “Fuck, Cas, that feels so fucking hot.”

  I whimpered, leaning into him as his fingers slipped over my bare pussy, finding me slick and wet and ready for him. His fingers teased past my clit, feeling electric on my lips as he parted them and slowly eased a finger against my dripping wet center.

  He pushed, curling the finger inside as his other hand pulled the tank-top the rest of the way up over my breasts. His hand went from one breast to the other, teasing and lightly pinching my nipples as his mouth began to suck and bite it’s way over my neck.

  He pushed my hospital pants down to my knees, spreading my legs as far as they could go with the pants still wrapped around them. His fingers found my pussy again, making me gasp and moan as he sunk two deep inside of me, curling them up and stroking me as his thumb brushed my clit.

  “Oh, fuck,” I moaned, sagging against his chest and feeling his cock throb at my back as he pushed me higher and higher towards my climax.

  The door suddenly swung open, and I gasped.

  “Hey, Zane, we need to—“

  Foster and Gareth froze in the doorway.

  Then they grinned.

  Zane didn’t make a single motion to move, or to even withdraw his fingers from my slick, dripping wet pussy.

  “Well well,” Gareth growled, stroking his chin and closing the door behind him.

  “Start without us?”

  Oh GOD yes…

  14

  Zane’s fingers didn’t leave my pussy as the two other men stepped into the dark room and shut the door.

  “Fuck,” Gareth growled, his hand dropping to the bulge at the front of his jeans.

  “This a private show or should we make ourselves comfortable?” Foster said with a grin, looking right at me as his friend slowly fingered my exposed pussy.

  I nodded slowly up and down, and the two of them groaned as they started to peel their shirts off hardened, tattooed bodies.

  Foster stepped out of his jeans first, his thick cock bobbing in front of him as he approached.

  “Taste her,” Zane growled from behind me, pulling his finger from my sticky slit. Foster groaned, stroking his cock as he knelt in front of me and leaned in. I gasped as I felt his hot breath on my thigh, and then moaned as his tongue slipped through my juices. His powerful hands went to my thighs, pushing my legs wide apart as he pushed his tongue deep. He swirled it up over my clit, making my body shiver and quake as he licked me.

  Behind him, Gareth finished pulling his jeans off as well, and I watched him hungrily as he moved to get up onto the cot. He stood, pushing his hips out so that his cock hung heavy right in front of my eager mouth.

  God yes.

  This was really going to happen. My dirty fantasy of all three of them was actually going to happen. This wasn’t vacation sex anymore, this was something more. This was escape. This was me needing to not be here in cell, being held hostage.

  I needed the escape — the release.

  I leaned forward, opened my lips, and let Gareth slowly guide his cock deep into my wet mouth. I moaned as I wrapped my lips around his thick shaft swirling my tongue over his smooth head and teasing the underside of him. I whimpered as Foster’s tongue batted over my clit, Zane’s fingers toying with my nipples as his mouth bit and sucked at my neck.

  I could feel Zane reach between us and unzip, followed by the feel of his hot, pulsing cock, bare against my ass. I moaned as I felt him start to stroke himself against me, my pussy trembling as his friend brought me closer and closer to release.

  Gareth reached down and gathered my hair in a fist, pulling just tight enough to make me moan around his cock at the dominance of it. He held my hair in a fist, pulling me up and down his cock in a way I’d probably have hated with any guy in the past. But here? With them?

  It only pushed me even further in that dark, forbidden pleasure. I loved them dominating and taking me like this. I loved giving up control to three big, powerful men.

  I loved giving them total control over me.

  Foster’s tongue went into overdrive, his lips fastening around my clit as he swirled his tongue over. He slid two fingers into my aching pussy, pumping them slowly in and out as I bucked against his mouth and moaned wildly around his friend’s big dick.

  He picked up the pace, pumping faster, licking more determinedly, and suddenly, I went off like a light. I screamed around the cock deep in my mouth, my eyes squeezing shut as the orgasm rocked through me.

  I went limp and felt Zane yank my pants the rest of the way off as Foster tore my tank top up over my head. Hands gripped my ass tight, lifting me up, and suddenly, I felt the big head of Foster’s cock ease against my pussy.

  “Yes,” I moaned as he slowly sank me down onto him. I gasped as his thick girth filled me to the brim, every glorious inch of him sheathing to the hilt inside. His hand went to my clit, rubbing me in slow circles as his hips started to pump up into me
.

  Zane climbed up onto the cot as well, stroking his cock as he moved towards my mouth. I bit my lip as I looked up at him, ready to take him between my lips, when he grinned.

  “You’re not supposed to be out of your cuffs, you know.”

  Fuck.

  I moaned as the dirtiness of what he was saying pulsed through me, and I nodded eagerly. Zane grinned wickedly as he reach out and grabbed the chain connected to the wall. Gareth groaned as he brought my wrists up, and his friend deftly clicked the cuffs into place.

  I shivered in desire, feeling the eroticism of it all exploding through me. Not only was I going to let all three of them take me at once, I was going to fully submit, letting them bind my wrists to the wall.

  Zane growled as he pushed his cock between my pouty lips, groaning as I sucked him eagerly. Gareth stroked my hair, reaching down to toy with a nipple as he pumped his cock against my cheek. Beneath me, Foster was grinding his huge cock deep inside of me, hitting a place no one ever had before and making me writhe in pleasure as his fingers worked my clit.

  I pulled from Zane, swapping back to Gareth with a throaty moan. I slurped him in deep before switching again to his friend and doing the same. They groaned, tossing their heads back and pressing their cocks against my lips as I let my tongue dance between them.

  This was so hot.

  So filthy.

  So slutty.

  And I was loving it.

  Suddenly, I could feel Foster groan as he slowly began to pull me off of his thick cock. I whimpered in protest before I felt him slide down low beneath me, raising me up as he slid down with his head between my thighs.

  My eyes went wide as I felt his lips trail over my ass, and then delve lower.

  Oh fuck.

  I knew where he was headed, however nothing could have prepared me for that first electric feeling of his tongue dragging lightly over my tight little asshole. It was like he’d touched me with a live-wire, and I moaned around the thick cock fucking my mouth as I pushed back, needy for his tongue on my ass.