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Chapter Seventeen

Chelsea

We barely made it through the door before Dallas pulled off my leggings and panties, pinning me to the wall and hooking a hand under my knee.

He raised my leg and barely managed to get his cock out before he slammed it into me.

"I'm addicted to you," he said breathlessly. "If there's a support group, I don't care."

"We are the support group." Frost clapped him on the shoulder on the way past. "We support you fucking her whenever you need to."

"Amen," Storm agreed. He ushered the others past until Dallas roared out his orgasm in unison with mine. No sooner had Dallas pulled out of me than Storm took my hand and tugged me into the main bedroom. He scooped me up and tossed me onto the bed.

"Take the rest of your clothes off," he ordered. He stood with his hands on his hips, watching me while I hurried to comply.

"She can be very obedient," Ramsey remarked, coming to stand beside Storm.

"When she wants to be," Storm agreed. "What about you?"

"I'm not going to do what you tell me to do," Ramsey said evenly.

"Same here," Storm said.

"I guess we'll both be telling her what to do."

"Works for me," Ramsey said. He raised his eyebrow at me. "Put your hands up above your head. Do you have something to tie her wrists together?"

Storm opened the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a length of shibari rope in bright red. He offered it to Ramsey.

"Perfect." Ramsey sat beside me, tying one end of the rope around my wrists and the other to the bed. "On your knees, hands on the headboard."

Enough slack remained that I could turn all the way around, my hands gripping the cool wood, ass in the air.

"I like her like this," Storm said. He shed his clothes and sat beside me to pinch my nipple hard.

I let out a squeak, but it was a combination of pleasure and pain. He smiled and pinched me again.

Ramsey pushed his hand between my legs and ran the side of his fingers across my pussy and back again. "She's wet from Dallas' cum and her release. Tell me, Chelsea, whose slut are you?" He ran his fingers back the other way.

"Yours," I said, quivering. "I'm your slut."

Ramsey slapped my ass.

"That's right. Ours."

"It's taken her a while to admit we own her," Storm said.

"I told her right from the start and she resisted. Now she gets it. She's our fuck toy. Our possession. We get to do whatever we want with her body. "

If he kept talking like that, I was going to come right then and there.

"Fuck toy," Ramsey repeated slowly. "I like that." He pulled off his shirt and covered my eyes with it before tying the sleeves behind my head. "She won't know who's inside her."

Storm chuckled. "I like that. We can fuck her and she won't know whose cock is in her pussy." He pinched my nipple again before they moved around.

I quickly lost track of who was where.

I thought I heard another set of footsteps enter the room, but I had no idea who they belonged to.

Someone touched my ass, then a finger was pressed into my pussy, followed by another.

Then a third. They were removed slowly, then rammed back in again.

Several times, they finger fucked me before pulling them out and replacing them with their cock.

Another one of them grabbed my face, turned it and pushed their cock between my lips.

It wasn't Ramsey, because they didn't have any piercings.

Apart from that, I couldn't tell. They tasted good, but I couldn't pin down the particular flavour.

Did it matter? I decided it didn't. All that did was that one guy was fucking my pussy while another was fucking my mouth. Without being able to see, all I could do was enjoy the way it felt. Ragged breathing and moans all around me. Sweat and need.

Someone on the other side of me ran his hand down my chest and over my breasts, making my nipples harder. They didn't pinch, but once again I couldn't tell whose hands they were.

One hand moved from my breasts, down to my pussy, stroking my clit while whoever was behind me thrust. The excitement of not knowing pushed me quickly back to the edge.

Right now, I was exactly what they wanted me to be. Their fuck toy. My body was theirs to use, to ruin. To come deep inside.

Firm hands gripped my hips tight as they drove into me harder and harder before coming with a series of moans and grunts. Soft enough that I couldn't pick out who they belonged to.

Then they were sliding out of me and I was rolled over onto my back before a different cock was pressed into me.

The cock I was sucking was pushed back into my mouth, all the way to my throat.

Over and over they pushed in as far as they could go, making me gag each time.

They held my head in place with a hand and relentlessly fucked my mouth, holding back nothing, using me as hard as they could.

It was perfect. I could have done this for hours.

A hot pair of hands grabbed my legs and raised them over their shoulders so they could pound deeper into me.

So deep it hurt, but I could only cry out in pleasure, wanting more.

Deeper, harder, everything.

The guy beside me gave a grunt and ground his cock in deeper still before coming right at the back of my throat.

So deep I almost choked on his cum.

I managed to swallow and gasp a couple of breaths before he slid out of me.

The man who was fucking my pussy followed a few moments later, coming hard and fast inside me, pulling me down into another orgasm of my own.

Together we panted and gasped, grunted and moaned.

Nothing in the world existed in those moments except this and a million exploding stars.

I shattered into countless pieces before gradually coming back together and flopping against the mattress.

I thought I was done when the wet cock was sliding out of my pussy and my legs were lowered to the bed, but then I was turned back onto my stomach and another was sliding into me from behind.

I wanted to scream that I couldn't take any more. At the same time, I wanted to yell for them to keep going. Tears slid down my cheeks, but I didn't want them to stop.

Not until they were totally finished with me.

I wanted them fully satisfied, as boneless as I was going to be.

They were slower now, thrusting in and out of me as though they had all the time in the world.

I supposed they did.

We had nowhere else to be right now.

Nowhere but here.

Gradually, he increased the speed, driving in harder with each stroke before he finally shuddered and came, his cock buried all the way inside me.

Filling me with his hot cum.

He sagged over me, weight half on and half off my body.

"Fuck," he whispered.

I smiled. I knew that voice.

Dallas, of course. He never could only go one round with me.

He managed to roll off me and undid Ramsey's shirt before pulling it off my eyes.

I turned around to face him. Ramsey and Storm sat on either side of the bed, watching us both.

"Are you going to untie me?" I asked.

"I like you like this," Storm said.

"Me too," Frost said, appearing in the doorway. Atlas and Jay were right behind him. "I vote we leave her like that."

"No," Dallas said. He started to untie the rope. "She needs a nice hot bath now."

"Good idea," Frost said. "Get her cleaned up for round two."

"There you go, threatening me with a good time again," I teased as Dallas scooped me up in his arms.

"It's not a threat." Frost followed us to the bathroom and turned on the tap to fill the bath with hot water. "It's a promise." He added some rose scented bath salts and threw in a bath bomb for good measure. When the water was high enough, he checked the temperature and nodded for Dallas to lower me in.

"Something you should know about me," Frost said. He leaned in until the tips of our noses were touching. "I always keep my promises."

"Me too," I said. I sank down deep into the water and let Frost wash my back. "I promise to let you enjoy my body when I'm nice and clean."

"Cute that she thinks she has a choice," Storm said.

I gave him a smile. I knew I always had a choice, but his dirty talk was one of my favourite things about him. That and being his usual growly, possessive self.