Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Chelsea
The moment I climbed out of Atlas’ truck, I knew I wasn’t alone.
For a moment, I thought Belinda, or someone like her, was following me again. Or maybe my brother was lurking in the shadows, waiting to give me an update on her. He did that from time to time, for shits and giggles. Usually not to me though. Evidentially, I was on edge more than normal, after my run-ins with Belinda.
I turned on the light, held my phone in one hand and shone it around. “Who’s there?” My voice sounded more confident than I felt, thankfully.
Something moved in the shadows.
No, some one .
Someone big.
They lunged toward me. Firm hands grabbed me and pushed dark fabric down over my head, over my face. They held it in place, clamping their hand over my mouth before I could make a sound.
I breathed in and out of my nose rapidly until I forced myself to a short-lived calm. Excitement ramped up and I smiled against the fabric and their large palm.
Someone else, there were at least two of them, pulled my arms behind my back and bound my wrists with narrow, hard plastic, tight enough that I couldn’t pull my hands out. A cable tie.
My feet left the ground as I was lifted and carried a short distance. Without a word, I was bundled into a cramped, carpeted space, my knees bent before the boot was closed, locking me in.
I struggled and kicked, my sneakered shoes thudding against the inside of the car. As I expected, it didn’t budge. A low chuckle preceded the closing of the car’s other doors. Two distinct clunks.
The car started moving, rumbling underneath me as we headed away from my apartment building.
Surrendering to darkness compounded by what felt like a pillowcase over my head, I lay still again. All I could do now was wait. And overthink, but I couldn’t help that. My brain was hardwired to do that, especially under circumstances like this.
I inhaled slowly. The pillowcase masked a hint of petrol or oil. The pillowcase itself smelled familiar. I made a face to myself. It smelled like one of mine. Like they’d broken into my apartment, went through my things and found this to put over my head.
I couldn’t decide if that was thoughtful or disturbing. Probably a bit of both. So—normal in the life of Doctor Chelsea Miller. As normal as things ever got, that was.
Sadie, I thought quickly. Was she working that night? Yes, she was. She wouldn’t have been home when they were there. That was a small mercy. She would have let them in if they explained why. At best, things might be awkward when I saw her next. At worst, she’d tease the hell out of me. Before asking if they had any single friends they could hook her up with.
I shook my head and tried not to hit the side of the boot as we took a corner too fast. If I had to bet, I’d suggest Storm was driving. The speed and rapid turns were threatening to make me nauseous.
Thank fuck, it didn’t come to that. Before I lost my sausages and marshmallows, the road under the tyres turned to gravel. After another couple of minutes, the car slowed, then finally stopped.
The front door was opened and closed before footsteps walked around to the back of the vehicle.
The boot popped open. I tensed, waiting, ready to fight. Ready to make this as hard on them as possible. Pun absolutely intended.
Rough hands grabbed me and pulled me out of the back of the car. I writhed and struggled, but I was held firm against two hard bodies.
I heard the sound of a door opening, and footsteps walking down wooden stairs. A third set of hands grabbed my feet and I was carried upwards before the door closed behind us.
They carried me inside and tossed me down onto something soft. A mattress. I bounced once before lying still on what felt like the middle.
The moment I landed, I twisted, trying to crawl away.
Strong fingers grabbed my ankles and dragged me back, sliding me over cool sheets before flipping me onto my back.
Hands fumbled with the button of my jeans before working it loose and sliding down the zipper.
I struggled again, trying to pull away, but they grabbed the sides of my jeans and held me in place before tugging them down.
Another pair of hands tore my panties away.
“Fucking hell,” a familiar male voice said softly.
The adrenaline that rushed through my system made me kick out and try to work my hands out of the cable tie. I tried to hold my thighs together, but they were pushed apart and one of my kidnappers knelt between them. I tried to force them closed, but large hands grabbed my ass, raising me and impaling me on their thick cock.
I cried out with genuine pain that quickly faded.
A hand grabbed the top of the pillowcase, tugging my hair before it was yanked off and tossed aside. I expected to see three familiar faces, but they were covered with dark masks. One with black, one blood red and the other dark blue. They all watched me through the small slits made for their eyes.
All three men were naked, except for those masks. Rippling muscles on display, all carved, tattooed stone.
I couldn’t remember a time when I’d been more turned on than I was right then, lying half-naked in front of three masked kidnappers. Heat pounded through my veins. I was drenched, my wet heat wrapped around an engorged cock.
Stormy grey eyes looked down into mine as he thrust into my slick pussy.
Green eyes, slightly less intense, sat beside me on the mattress, avidly watching me being fucked.
Hazel eyes, that bordered on manic, knelt and turned my face toward him, pressing his cock between my lips.
I tried to pull my face away, but he held my chin in a grip tight enough to bruise. He pushed into my mouth, deep enough to make me gag.
Green Eyes reached over to grab my hair, holding me in place so Hazel Eyes could fuck my mouth.
Gagging repeatedly brought tears to my eyes that soon trickled down my cheeks. My mascara was ruined by now. I was more than here for it. I’d never been down for anything more in my life.
On some signal I couldn’t see, Stormy Grey Eyes rolled us over so I was on top of him, straddling his hips, impaled on his cock.
Green Eyes released my hair and grabbed lube to smear over my rear hole. It was cold enough to make me shiver, but I was so hot, I welcomed it.
Green Eyes pushed me forward and straddled Grey Eye’s legs before slowly pushing his cock into my ass.
Once again, I tried to struggle, moving my ass to the side, trying to stop him from thrusting in any further.
He slapped my ass, hard enough to sting. “Bad girl.”
His words sent another pulse of blood to my pussy. That’s what I was. Their bad girl. The one they needed to punish, to force, to bend to their wills.
All three of them held me in place while I was impaled on two cocks. The third was forced back into my mouth.
I found myself being fucked relentlessly by all three of them. Hard, demanding, ruthless. They held back nothing, bringing me to the point of pain and beyond and never slowing.
I came so hard I saw stars in at least a dozen distant universes. I arched my back and screamed around my mouthful of hot cock. Bliss went on and on, maybe for minutes, maybe for days before starting to fade. It took the edge off, but I wasn’t done yet. Just for the moment.
I was still catching my breath when Hazel Eyes came, squirting cum down the back of my throat, making me gag again. He held his cock there until I swallowed every salty drop.
“Fuck.” His orgasm was quickly followed by Grey Eyes, and then Green. Grinding, and grunting, thrusting in unison until I felt like they might tear me apart.
Finally, they stilled, filling my pussy and my ass with their release.
Almost as one, they sagged, panting for a few moments before they slowly, carefully, slipped out of my stinging body. They lowered me back to the mattress.
Grey Eyes reached to the side of the bed for something, coming back with a knife. He rolled me over and sliced off the cable tie, but then nodded for the other two to fasten my hands to handcuffs attached to the bed.
“You made me angry,” Grey Eyes said. The first time he’d spoken since they took me. “I told you, you belong to me. You dared to go out with another man.”
I lifted my chin in defiance. Every bit their bad girl. “You knew about it.”
He pressed the knife to my neck, just enough to draw a drop of blood. “Knowing about it doesn’t make me less pissed off. Did you fuck him?”
I didn’t answer.
He pressed the knife in slightly deeper, the edge of pain making my pussy throb again.
“Did. You. Fuck. Him?”
“Not yet,” I said, breathless with the sudden increase in need.
Blood trickled down my neck. A normal person would have been scared, but I wanted more.
He switched to another spot on my neck and pressed down again. “You’re going to.”
“I want to,” I said.
More blood trickled. With each nick, my clit throbbed harder. Aching for my own release.
“Be careful,” Green Eyes said. “You might?—”
“I know what I’m doing,” Grey Eyes snapped. To prove a point, he pressed in again.
I moaned softly. Everything about this was arousing as hell. I had no control, but I had all of the control. The perfect balance of give and take. I was sticky with my own blood and their cum.
I needed more. Much more.
Grey Eyes leaned in, until we were almost nose to nose. The fabric of his mask brushed my cheek. “Who owns you?”
I knew the answer he wanted, but I responded with, “I own myself.”
He moved the knife to another spot and sliced in lightly. “Who. Owns. You?”
I quivered with need. If he kept doing that, I’d come without anyone touching my pussy. “I own myself.”
He growled, tossed the knife aside and rolled me over onto my stomach. He slapped his hand down on my ass hard enough to make me cry out. Again and again until my cheeks must have been flaming red.
I lost count of how many times he slapped me before he forced my legs open and dove down between them with his face. He rubbed his mask against my pussy. Against my clit. The friction from the fabric and his face behind it made me buck against him, grinding until I was on the verge of orgasm.
At the last moment, he pulled away, flipped me over and thrust a couple of fingers deep into my pussy. He curled his fingers inside me, almost clawing at me while the heel of his hand rubbed over my clit, rough skin scraping against the sensitivity.
Hazel Eyes grabbed the front of my blouse and tore it open, making buttons fly. He yanked the top of my bra down and bit his teeth into my nipple. The fabric of his mask doing nothing to blunt his teeth.
I arched my back and screamed in pain. It felt incredible. He must have seen that on my face, because he bit the other one. I screamed again, but then I was coming, crying out with a combination of bliss and pain.
I ground myself against the black mask, drawing out my orgasm for at least a minute. Everything disappeared but pleasure and rough hands and mouths.
I’d only begun to come down when Hazel Eyes was shoving Grey’s hand out of the way and turning me toward him. He lifted my hips and rammed inside me.
I cried out. I was already sore, but I didn’t try to pull away this time. He needed this and so did I.
“He’s insatiable,” Green Eyes said in awe. He pulled a key from the top of the headboard and unlocked the handcuffs, finally freeing my chafed wrists.
Grey Eyes grunted his agreement. Then he was grabbing Green Eyes’ hand and pulling it down to his own cock, sticky with my release and his.
After a second of hesitation, Green Eyes wrapped his hand around it and started to pump.
“Your cock is so big,” Green Eyes marvelled. With his other hand, he massaged Grey Eyes’ balls, all of his attention on the other man.
Hazel Eyes slowed his thrusts, taking his time to move inside me, even as his groans quickly grew to match mine. His cock was so thick he hit me all the way inside, driving me right back to the edge of oblivion.
Storm was the first to pull off his mask, dropping it aside right before he came in Frost’s hand.
Frost was the second, removing his red mask with one hand before raising the other to his lips and licking Storm’s cum from his skin.
The sight made me come for a third time, harder than the first two, stars in my eyes as I shattered around Dallas’ cock.
With a low, guttural growl, Dallas came deep inside me, not taking off his own mask until he was done.
Finally, he lay down carefully, keeping himself inside me, but wrapped around me at the same time. He exhaled a satisfied sigh. Satisfied for now. If he could keep his cock inside my pussy for the rest of our lives, he would. That might be the only thing he’d give up football for.
To be honest, if it was possible, I’d be tempted to give up medicine for this. His cock was perfect right there inside me.
“That was fucking amazing,” Frost said. He lay down on the other side of Storm, propped up on one elbow.
“Everything I imagined,” Storm whispered. “But we need to talk about Atlas.”