Taken Three Times: A Dark MFMM Romance Page 7

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.

  It was like nothing I’d ever felt, but feeling his hot tongue dance around my tight ring like that had me gushing and moaning on the cot, surrounded by all three of them.

  God this was dirty, but it felt so fucking incredible.

  But just as quickly as he’d begun, he pulled back, sliding back up, pulling me into his lap again. I swapped to Gareth, sucking his cock as I felt Foster’s finger delve between my asscheeks and press at my now wet asshole.

  I’d never done anything like this, not ever. And yet, I trusted him. I trusted him not to hurt me, and besides that, I was so worked up and so incredibly turned on, I was ready for all of it.

  I pushed back, whimpering as his finger slid right into my most private of places. He plunged his finger deep, slowly filling me with the digit before he slid it back out and repeated the process as he started to eagerly finger my ass.

  I moaned around the two cocks in front of me, reaching up to stroke them as Foster’s finger left me and his cock centered there.

  “Foster, I’m not sure,” I whispered, suddenly a little worried. “I’ve never—”

  “This ass is mine.”

  I shivered.

  It was a demand. A sweet, toe-curling, pulse-pounding demand. Suddenly, I was acutely aware of the cuffs on my wrists, and the three big, powerful men surrounding me.

  I could have come right then and there, and I moaned.

  “Tell me,” Foster growled into my ear, his cock easing against my tight asshole.

  I nodded, swallowing. “It’s yours,” I whispered, my breath catching as I felt him pull me a little harder back against his cock.

  “What is?”

  “My ass!” I whimpered, feeling him slowly start to push inside.

  He groaned deeply. “I’m not going to hurt you, Cassandra. Just relax.”

  I panted, letting myself relax. Gareth and Zane reached down to stroke my cheeks and toy with my nipples as I felt Foster slowly start to inch inside. The head slipped in, and I whimpered, and slowly — inchingly — he started to slip his thick cock all the way up my ass.

  My eyes went wide as my jaw dropped.

  There was a second of pain, and then it was just so fucking good. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before as he slowly filled me with his cock, until suddenly, I could feel his balls resting against me.

  “Fuck,” I moaned throatily, shivering as I felt his cock pulse deep inside of me. “Fuck that’s so good.”

  “You like that big cock in your ass, baby?” He growled into my ear, making me whimper and nod.

  “Never had a man here, have you?”

  I whimpered again as I shook my head, the pleasure starting to bloom through me like heat.

  “Good, cause I’m going to fuck this pretty little ass like it deserves to be fucked.”

  He pulled back until his cock was almost all the way out, the head barely nestled inside my ring. I moaned, feeling my ass clench tightly around his head.

  “Do it!” I moaned at him, begging like a dirty girl for this man to fuck me.

  With a dark groan, his thick arm muscles standing out, Foster grunted and rocked his hips up as he pulled me back, inching his cock back into my ass as I moaned wildly.

  Gareth’s fingers clutched at my hair and brought me back to his glistening cock. I opened wide and he started to slowly fuck my mouth to match Foster fucking my ass. My body began to writhe and twist beneath the men as they alternated their strokes, filling me from both ends.

  Zane suddenly knelt between my legs again, and I bucked wildly as I felt his tongue back on my clit. I moaned like a woman possessed, pulling tight at my bonds, sucking Gareth as deep and as wet as I could while Foster fucked my tight ass and Zane worked magic across my clit, making my whole body shake.

  This was so damn filthy — so bad.

  And I was going to come all over again. I was going to come for all three of them.

  Foster started pumping my ass faster and deeper, only making me swirl my tongue and bob my lips faster on Gareth’s cock. Zane’s mouth and tongue sent blinding pleasure through my pussy, making me writhe and pant and rock harder against them all. His lips went around my clit again, just as I felt Foster groan and rock deep into my ass, and that’s all it took.

  I screamed around Gareth’s cock as I came, the orgasm shattering through me. Foster groaned loudly, his hands gripping my hips and yanking me tight against him as I felt his cock pump deep inside of me. I whimpered as I felt his hot cum erupt deep in my ass, filling me as he slowly pumped in and out.

  Gareth hissed as his hand tightened on my hair, and suddenly, my mouth was filled with his warm cum as well. I swallowed him hungrily, my body shaking as Zane’s tongue sent aftershocks rippling through me.

  Slowly, I could feel the men pulling me off of Foster and moving me onto the bed.

  “On your knees, gorgeous,” Zane growled in my ear, making me gasp as his fingers dragged through my soaking wet pussy. I felt his strong hands push me down, grabbing my ass and raising it up as I clawed at the blankets. I looked back, my eyes wide and my blood pumping like fire as I saw the raw need on his face. He knelt behind me, pumping his rock-hard cock and pressing forward, right against my ass.

  “My turn,” he groaned, pushing the head easily inside and gripping my hips. I cried out as he sank inside, filling me with one stroke and making my whole body erupt in pleasure. His hand went between my legs, his fingers curling inside my pussy and his thumb on my clit as he started to pump his cock in and out of my ass.

  He wasn’t slow, or gentle, and I fucking loved it. His big cock pumped into me again and again, filling me like nothing ever had and making my damn toes curl and my breath catch on every thrust. His fingers slid in and out of my absolutely soaking pussy, and his thumb dragged across my clit in tempo with his thrusting.

  The hand gripping my hip left my skin right before swatting back down across my upturned ass with a slap.

  I cried out, another climax crashing into me as Zane fucked my ass with deep thrusts.

  His hand came down again, spanking me as his fingers slipped over my clit, and with a shout, I absolutely shattered for him.

  I went limp as the climax exploded through me, barely aware of the gorgeous man behind me burying his cock to the hilt inside of me and filling me with his cum.

  I was panting, sucking in breaths of air and feeling my whole body tingling wonderfully as he gently pulled out. The men slowly eased me onto the cot and wrapped the blanket and themselves around me. Three sets of hands stroked my skin, and calmed my breaths, and slowed my racing pulse. Three sets of lips kissed me, and murmured warm things in my ear as I slowly came back down to earth.

  I had no idea what I’d gotten myself into, but whatever it was, I was in deep now.

  15

  I didn’t see my men the next day. The fact that I was calling them that brought a warm feeling bubbling up inside of me.

  Knowing they were there with me was keeping me sane. After all, I was still a captive, and I still had no idea what was in store for me, or what was happening on the outside world. Was my family looking for me? Worried sick?

  What was going to happen to me?

  Late in the evening, I jerked my head up as the door swung open. But my grin evaporated as I saw the now-familiar cowboy hat duck in through the doorway.

  Mitch.

  He shot me a look as he came over to unclip my handcuffs, before passing me a bag.

  “Put these on.”

  I glanced into the bag, paling at the contents.

  Black, lacy lingerie.

  “What, now?”

  “Did I stutter?” Mitch’s brow raised as he grinned lecherously at me.

/>   “I’m not doing it.”

  “I promise you, you are,” he hissed, nodding down to the holstered gun at his hip.

  “Can I get some privacy?”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  I shot him a dark look as he just grinned. “Now, sweetheart.”

  I shivered and turned my back to him, quickly pulling my clothes off before reaching into the bag, grabbing the lingerie and slipping it on as quickly as possible. I turned back to see Mitch still grinning, and I felt cold fury bubbling under my skin.

  “Well don’t you look good.”

  I sneered at him, trying to cross my arms over the skimpy lingerie. But he stepped forward, deftly pulling my arms away and snapping a set of cuffs on my wrist in front of me. He grabbed them and turned, pulling me towards the door. “Let’s go.”

  “Where are we—”

  “I didn’t say talk, sweetheart,” he muttered. “Now walk.”

  He pulled me down the hallway, past a few other doors, including the one to the bathing room from the other day, until we got to a set of dark wood ones.

  “Through here.”

  Mitch opened the doors and dragged me into a dark, elegant room, which seemed out of place considering the derelict feel of the rest of the place — wherever this place was.

  The room was dimly lit with glowing wall sconces, and spaced between them, I thought I saw a window before I realized they were mirrors. The middle of the room was raised up a step, with two metal rings set into the floor and a strange sort of…harness dangling from the ceiling.

  “What is this place?” I said, suddenly feeling the adrenaline spike inside. “What’s going on?”

  Mitch turned, grinning at me. “Something I want you to see. This here is the auction room, and you, my dear, are going to watch your first sale.”

  My mouth went dry. “Sale?”

  He grinned wickedly before jerking me towards one of the full-length, floor to ceiling mirrors along the wall. He pressed a button next to it, and the thing swung open, like a door.

  “Get in.” Mitch nodded inside to a dark, deep red room. A leather couch and two elegant end tables sat inside, facing the mirror-door, and when I turned, I realized the “mirror” was actually glass from the inside.

  “Get,” Mitch growled. “And don’t get any ideas. I’ve got my guys coming into make you watch and make sure you don’t try anything.”

  A door to the back of the small room opened, and I did everything I could to suppress the smile as Foster, Zane, and Gareth walked in. Mitch gave me a shove, pushing me onto the sofa before turning, stepping back through the glass, and shutting the one-way mirror door behind him.

  The guys rushed to my side.

  “Are you okay?” Zane growled, his jaw tight. The other two glared daggers at Mitch through the glass as he strode back across the auction room.

  “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I muttered, sitting up on the couch.

  Foster turned and grinned. “I like your outfit.”

  I felt my cheeks burn as I rolled my eyes. “I’m sure you do.” I sighed. “What exactly is going on here?”

  Gareth glanced at me, his face dark. “An auction. All these glass doors? There are potential bidders and buyers behind each one. He’s got one of the other girls up for fucking sale today.”

  My heart jumped into my throat. “Other girls?”

  Foster shook his head. “Yeah, you’re not the only one here, Cassandra. There are two others that I know about. Maybe more.” He swore, his hand closing into a fist. “I swear I’m going to kill that motherfucker the first chance I get.”

  “Easy, man,” Zane muttered, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Let it simmer until we can put a plan into motion.”

  A bell suddenly chimed, and I spun around to look out through the glass. A door opened out on the main floor, and suddenly, I brought a hand to my mouth as I saw another woman dressed just like me, being led out to the middle of the room.

  She was gorgeous — long red hair, blue eyes, and an amazing figure. But there was a look of apprehension on her face as the two men on either side of her led her to the middle of the floor.

  I stood.

  “What the fuck is happening?”

  “Auction,” Gareth said softly into my ear. “It’s... Look, just don’t watch, Cassandra.”

  “An auction for?”

  “Service,” Zane said coldly. “Mitch sells girls into sex slavery, to very high bidders.”

  I felt a chill creep up my spine as I watched the two men kneel and secure the girl’s ankles to the loops on the floor. They stood, reaching up and pulling down the black leather harness I’d seen earlier.

  “What’s going on?” I said in a shaky voice, watching the men start to strap her into it. One of them began to pull his shirt off as a dark voice came over a loudspeaker.

  “Today we bring you this wonderful creature — Vivian, or whatever you may choose to call her. Demonstration will now begin.”

  My blood froze, and I brought a hand to my mouth as the second man began to disrobe as well, and the realization of what was about to happen suddenly sunk in.

  “This can’t be happening.”

  Foster chuckled, and I whirled on him. “I’m sorry, do you think this is fucking humorous?” I all but screamed. “Do you realize what’s about to happen to that poor girl in there?!”

  Foster’s face fell as he stepped forward and scooped me against him. “I’m sorry, it’s just...” He pulled back and smiled. “It’s not what you think.”

  “It’s not the sexual assault I think it is?”

  He shook his head. “Mitch thinks so, and so do the other scumbags sitting in the other rooms bidding on this like fucking savages, but it’s not.

  My brow furrowed quizzically.

  “We’ve started talking with some of the other guys working for Mitch,” Zane said carefully. “Those two in there? Justin and Desmond. They know that girl. Her name is Vivian. In fact, they were all three an item before Mitch snatched her up. Those guys fucking figured out who Mitch was, got into his circle, and got themselves hired as thugs for his fucking disgusting auction house here, all so they could protect her.”

  He blew air out over his lips and shook his head, scratching his chin. “That’s just fucking impressive.”

  “So they’re not about to assault her.”

  He quickly shook his head. “No. I mean, I doubt it’s ideal that they knew they’re about to be watched by a bunch of fucking strangers, but no, no one’s getting assaulted, as much as it probably gets that sick fuck Mitch off thinking she is.”

  My eyes darted across his face, looking for a sign of untruthfulness.

  I found none.

  “Believe me, gorgeous,” Gareth said, stepping forward. “If what Mitch is thinking is going to happen was actually about to happen, I’d be through that glass and killing those two fuckers with my bare hands,” he growled.

  I nodded. “I believe you.” I swallowed as I turned to see the red-haired woman bound up in the harness. Her two seriously hot guys finishing stripping the rest of their clothes off, revealing two very impressive cocks as they stepped closer to her.

  All the lights in the center room went off except for a dim spotlight bathing the three of them in a sort of erotic glow.

  “So, what now?”

  I gasped as I felt arms circle my waist. “Well,” Foster murmured into my ear. “Now, we’ve got a room to ourselves, a locked door, you, and this interesting show about to go down in front of us.”

  I grinned, feeling the heat creep through my body as he pulled me close.

  “Plus, I’m not gonna lie. I might hate that Mitch got to watch you change into this hot lingerie, but I’m going to love pulling it off of you right here and now.”

  I moaned as I felt his hands slide over my body, teasing over the low waist of my thong panties.

  Out in the main room, the show was starting.

  The two men out on the floor moved
in on the red-haired woman named Vivian, pulling and tightening the straps that bound her. Her arms were stretched up above her and strapped in to the soft leather holds up there. Her legs were spread wide by two straps that went around her legs just above the knee, and connected to the loops in the floor. The whole thing let her sort of sit, hanging back, in the straps; supported by her wrists and her legs.

  I felt adrenaline and excitement charging through me as the men in the room began to move forward. They had similar builds to my guys — tattooed, built, and rough looking — all tanned muscles and white swarthy smiles across chiseled, scruffy jaws. Their eyes were locked on her as they moved in.

  She moaned loudly as their mouths went to her breast, lips fastening on nipples. Their hands moved over her body, making her shiver and pull at her bonds as her head dropped back in a moan.

  Foster’s fingers slipped under my panties, making me whimper as he found me soaking wet.

  “Dirty girl,” he murmured into my ear. “This turning you on?”

  I only nodded, moaning as he slipped a finger inside of me while my eyes locked onto the scene in front of us. The two men both moaned into her flesh, their hands getting rougher as they pulled and then actually tore the lingerie from her body. They were rock hard, and groaning as they stroked their cocks. They pulled away from her chest and moved to the front and back of her. Both men dropped to their knees, and my eyes went wide as they dove in — one mouth at her pussy, the other buried at her ass.

  In our room, I realized my guys were slowly pulling clothes off and moving around me. I let myself be enveloped by them — hands moving over my skin and pulling the lingerie away as they began to devour me. Lips ran over my neck, my breasts, my hips, making me gasp as they pulled me to the couch.

  Out in the room, the red-haired girl was panting, moaning, and pulling at her harness as her two guys went to town on her with their mouths. Her head was tossed back, her eyes closed, and her chest heaving as they licked and bathed her with their tongues and mouths.

  In our room, the guys pulled me onto the couch, my legs spread wide. Mouths — Gareth and Foster — ran down my legs to my center, before Foster moved to my slit, and Gareth to my ass. I cried out as their tongues swirled over me, teasing and tasting and making my whole body shake. Zane sat up on the back of the couch, easing forward with his cock in his fist. I moaned as I sucked him inside, swirling my tongue over his amazing cock as his two friends drove me wild with their mouths.