She arches her back and tries to relieve the pressure off her restrained arms pinned underneath her, but Alex places his hands around her neck, holding her in place at the other end of the table.
I rip her underwear off and shove a finger into her. Pulling it out, I hold it up in front of Finn’s face. He parts his lips, and I push my finger into his mouth. When he closes his lips around it, his eyes grow heavy, and he moans from deep in his throat.
I pull it out and smile, making up my mind. “Remove the belt from her mouth.”
Alex lets go of her neck and undoes the belt, yanking it from her mouth. Placing my hand under her neck, I lift her to sit up and bring her face to mine. She looks like she’s been through a thunderstorm—tears, drool, and cum cover her face and hair. She looks fucking gorgeous.
“You missed some,” I say as I run my finger along her wet cheek, cleaning off some of the cum and smearing it over her plump lips.
She licks them and then opens her mouth, waiting for me.
“Do you want to come?” I ask her, knowing she’d do anything for me to get off right now. I left her on the edge for a reason.
Nodding once, she begs, “Please,” and starts to cry. “Colt, I need it. God please ...”
“Shh,” I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and then bringing my eyes to hers again. “You belong to me tonight, understood?”
“But—”
“Let me make this very clear, princess.” I grip her hair and yank her head back while I trail kisses along her jawline. “You are to please them. Only I please you. Understand?” They know how much I hate her, and they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.
I claimed her the moment I met her. And everyone in this town knows that. Another reason the men she goes after don’t stay around for very long.
“And then I can come?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
I can’t help but smile and drop my mouth to her exposed neck. “Depends.”
“On what?” she whispers.
I pull back and meet her pretty, hopeful eyes. “If you’re a good girl or not.”
Licking her lips, she nods once. “Always.”
“We’ll see.” Yanking on her hair, I pull her down onto the table and over to the edge on her side. I center her over the left corner with her back facing where I stand. That way, her ass and pussy hang off the edge of the table, and her head almost hangs off the other side. Easy access for all of them.
Finn already put his joint away and has his dick out. By the way he’s looking at her mouth, I guess he’s made up his mind where he’s going.
Alex enters the formal dining room, and I didn’t even realize he had left, but it’s obvious by the canola oil in his hand, he’s going to go for her ass.
Jenks is removing his shirt up and over his head and undoes his jeans before shoving them to his ankles, getting comfortable.
Leaning over her side, I grip the back of her knees and shove them up to her chest, locking them in place with my arm.
“Colt,” she whimpers, her body trying to fight me. Her arms are still tied behind her back. I know she’s uncomfortable. Too bad.
My free hand grabs her hair, and I yank it back, now completely off the side of the table. “Sluts don’t get to choose how they’re fucked, princess.”
Alex and Jenks are placing condoms over their pierced dicks and stepping up to the head of the table to my right, where her ass and cunt hang off. Without any warning, Jenks starts fingering her pretty pink pussy, making her squirm more in my hands.
I lower my mouth to her lips and whisper, “They just take it. And you’re my slut, aren’t you?”
“Y—es,” she cries out, and I don’t have to look to know that Jenks is finger-fucking her.
Alex tosses the canola oil onto the center of the table, where it then rolls off onto the floor. “This might hurt.” He laughs, and I watch him run his fingers over her ass, smearing the oil to get it ready. Once satisfied, he pushes one finger into her.
She moans, her body shaking against mine.
“Make them feel good.” I lean down and kiss her cum-covered face. “You always make me feel so good, princess. It’s their turn.”
Her eyes close tightly, and she stiffens, her legs pushing up against my arm. “Relax, just relax and take it.” Alex groans. “I know you like to have your ass fucked.”
“Oh,” she cries out. “God—”
Finn grabs her face and tilts her head up off the table while his free hand shoves two fingers into her mouth, shutting her up.