Page 43 of Bad Ruck

Chapter Seventeen

Chelsea

We barely madeit 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.

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