Page 488 of Filthy Elites

“Where the hell are your clothes?”

“Upstairs,” I grin. “Didn’t seem much point putting on clean stuff, especially as I figured I’d be fucking at least one of you before the end of the night. This way I don’t even have to get undressed, you can just pull my panties to the side.”

Hunter chokes on air, his eyes going wide with shock as he tries not to look anywhere but at my face.

“Starling,” Sebastian barks, lifting me onto my feet as he stands up, tugging his shirt off and dropping it over my head. “Cover yourself up.”

“Why?” I ask, furrowing my brow exaggeratedly, pushing my arms through the sleeves and covering my bra, then pushing my panties off my hips and bending over in front of Sebastian’s face as I slip them off my feet. “Sebastian always said I smelled good, what do you think, bro?” I ask, throwing my balled-up panties at Evan, hitting him square in the face.

“Starling,” Sebastian shouts, grabbing me and actually shaking me violently.

“This is what you want isn’t it?” I demand, sliding my hand up the back of my shirt and unclasping my bra, before I rip the shirt and bra over my head and drop them to the floor. “The four of you have me here, I’m a prisoner to all of you, I might as well be naked, that way you can all see if I’m worth the effort of holding me hostage. I’ve been told I give a good blow job, and that my pussy’s nice and tight, but if you take turns I imagine by the time whoever goes last slides in I’ll be pretty stretched out,” I say with a smirk.

“Get some fucking clothes on,” Sebastian demands.

“No.”

“Now,” he snaps.

“Why? This is what you want, so here I am, naked and waiting, but if I get to pick, I think I want Hunter to go first, he was nice to me earlier and I think I hate him the least out of the four of you. Is there going to be a rotation? Will it be one day each and then orgies Friday and Saturday and I get the day off on Sundays?”

Yanking my arm out of Sebastian’s grip, I straddle Hunter’s lap and kiss his shocked lips before he has a moment to protest about the naked girl sitting on him. Seeing me kissing his friend must be making Sebastian absolutely crazy, he’s as possessive as they come and I think it stands a chance that he might never speak to Hunter again because my pussy has been pressed against his thighs, my tits against his chest and my tongue in his mouth. I know how much he’ll hate the fact that I just said I wanted anyone but him to fuck me first, that I chose his friend instead of him.

Good, I hope it haunts him, that when he goes to sleep tonight all he can see when he closes his eyes is the girl he’s obsessed with, naked with someone else.

When I’m dragged from Hunter’s lap, it’s with so much force it feels like my shoulder is being ripped from the socket. I hit the floor with a thud, tumbling onto my ass before I fall backward and my head bounces off the hardwood.

“Get out, all of you, get the fuck out,” Sebastian screams.

“Bastian,” Evan says, his voice placating.

“Get out.”

“Dude, you need to”

“Do not tell me what I need to do with my fucking woman,” Sebastian growls, interrupting Evan, his eyes hard and burning with anger and fury as he glares down at me on the floor at his feet.

“You’ll hate yourself if you hurt her,” Hunter warns quietly.

“Oh I’m going to hurt her,” Sebastian threatens, leaning down and lifting me up off the floor as if I weigh nothing before slinging me over his shoulder. “I’m going to hurt her and she’s going to fucking beg for it.”

My stomach hurts as I bounce against his shoulder as he sprints up the stairs until we reach the door beside my own. It’s not locked and he pushes inside, closing it behind us, before he lowers me to the floor and then takes a step back.

“Do you think it’s funny to rub your naked cunt all over my friend?”

I can’t help it, some of his crazy must have infected me because I smile. “I think it’s fucking hilarious, because once you’ve done whatever you plan to do to punish me and you go back downstairs to your friend, you won’t see him, all you’ll see is me, completely naked, willingly grinding on his hard dick while I tongue fucked his mouth, and you’ll know that the only way I’ll do it to you is if you force me.” I have no idea where my words are coming from. I have literally never spoken like this in my life, but I’m so angry and scared and out of control that all I want to do is have him experience just a glimpse of the pain he’s caused me.

Bracing myself for his violence, I’m not expecting soft hands to lift me off the floor and gently place me on the bed. I’m too shocked to fight before he’s climbing down on top of me, his hand pressed between my breasts with enough force to immobilize me as he pushes his hand between my thighs and thrusts two fingers into my pussy.

I scream, grunting with pain at the intrusion, I’m angry, not turned on, and his fingers feel thick and full as he pulls them all the way out of me, spits onto them and then slams them back into me again, his saliva only making my body accept them fractionally easier.

I scream and thrash beneath him, but he doesn’t even pause long enough to allow me to adjust, he fucks me slowly, forcing his fingers up to the knuckle then pulling them all the way out, before thrusting them back into me again. Without uttering a word, he roughly slams his lips against mine and kisses me animalistically, and I hate myself when I feel my body start to react to his touch.

I hate him, I hate him so much and yet my pussy becomes slick the more aggressively he fucks his fingers in and out in time with his tongue in my mouth. It doesn’t take long before my body heats and tenses for an impending orgasm, but as I’m on the edge, he pulls his fingers free and abruptly stops kissing me.

A groan of frustration slips past my lips and he smirks, running his tongue along the length of my neck before he nips at my earlobe. I expect him to release me, but instead his hand slips between my thighs again, only instead of filling me he seeks out my clit, circling it with the tip of his finger. He rubs slowly until I’m panting and arching my hips, seeking out his touch, then when I’m on the precipice of coming he pulls his finger away and I cry out in frustration.

A sly grin slides onto his mouth as he blinks, looking down at me like a predator does when it knows it has its prey completely at his mercy. I cry out when his thick fingers fill me again, pushing me to the edge and refusing to let me fall. Over and over he works me up, then stops until tears are running down my face and I’m writhing beneath his impenetrable hold, my chest tight and feeling bruised from how hard he’s pinning me down.

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