Page 53 of Gambit
James cuts the straps of my dress away with care, the sharp edge grazing my shoulder just enough to draw a bead of blood. I cry out, and his smile is wicked.
“Please,” I whimper, bringing tears to my eyes.
Oliver’s hand finds my waist, steadying me as the fabric falls away. His grip is tight, possessive, and I fight the hold they have on me. It’s all part of the game, the push and pull, the illusion of resistance.
The dress is nothing but tatters now, and their hands roam freely over my body.
Pinching, hurting, squeezing my tits, degrading me.
“Perfect little Eliza,” Tarquin hisses, his lips brushing against my ear. His hand travels lower, fingers teasing at the edge of my panties, toying with me before snapping the delicate fabric away with a loud rip that echoes through the clearing and bites into my skin, making me gasp.
I’m bare now, open for them. The cool night air contrasts with the heat of their bodies around me. I’m shivering from the cold and from nerves. Oliver’s hand slips between my thighs.
“Let’s get that cunt warmed up for us,” he growls.
“Let me fucking go!” I snarl.
Hands roam over my body, cruel in their manipulations. Raphael steps in front of me now, his eyes holding mine as he unbuckles his belt with one hand. “You know what this is for.”
I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood. The belt whips out of the loops with a sharp zing that makes my stomach clench with the stress of this moment.
“Turn her around,” James commands.
Rough hands spin me, pressing my chest to a nearby tree. The bark scrapes against my naked skin. Tarquin stands on one side and holds my bound hands firmly down while Oliver moves to my other side and keeps my hips in place, ensuring I can’t squirm away.
Raphael folds his belt in half and brings it down across my ass with a crack that punctuates the silence of the forest. Pain blooms hot and red, and I cry out again - half in pain, half in pleasure.
“You like that, don’t you?” Raphael taunts, the belt snapping against my ass a second time harder.
I can’t lie. It fucking burns, but it’s the kind of burn that sets my blood on fire. “Fuck you,” I spit back, throwing defiance into the night because that’s what this is all about.
Oliver drags me back from the tree and forces me to my knees, his gaze locked on mine as he unzips his pants. “Open,” he orders before shoving his cock against my lips. I open up as he releases my hair from the bun and then grips it tightly. His hold tightens as he begins to move, fucking my mouth with an urgency that has me reeling.
Oliver pulls out of my mouth and behind me, James doesn’t waste any time, shoving me to my bound hands and knees, positioning himself at my entrance. “Say you want it,” he demands.
“No!” I breathe out raggedly. “Get off me!”
With a lustful grunt, James plunges his stiff cock into me quickly, stretching me to accommodate him.
“Are you scared?” Tarquin whispers into my ear, his voice sending skitters down my spine.
“Yes, please let me go,” I pant as James hammers into my pussy, bruising my hips with his grip.
A surge of adrenaline spikes through my veins, the dichotomy of terror and arousal a heady cocktail that I can’t get enough of. The violent thrusts force guttural moans from my throat, and James growls with each punishing stroke. “You’re ours,” he hisses, claiming me in the most primal way possible.
Raphael comes around to face me, stroking his cock as he watches James fuck me. His dark eyes glint with unspoken promises of debauchery yet to come. My heart races, knowing there won’t be any reprieve, that I’m theirs to use tonight, however they please.
Oliver is next to Raphael, both stroking their hard lengths. I’m panting now, the forest air mingling with the scent of sex and pine needles. Then Tarquin’s hand is on my chin, forcing me to look at him as he presses his cock to my lips. “Suck,” he orders curtly.
I oblige, taking him into my mouth while James continues his relentless assault from behind. Oliver kneels beside me, then his fingers reaching to pinch and roll my clit between them, adding another layer of stimulation that has my head spinning.
“You’re such a slut for it,” Oliver whispers as Tarquin fucks my mouth hard.
Raphael’s hands find my breasts, kneading roughly as he steps closer. There’s no escaping them now, not that I want to. This is what I crave—the dark possession, the brutal love they give me.
The forest is alive with the sound of our depravity. I’m consumed by them, every part of me taken and retaken. Tarquin’s grip on my hair tightens as he thrusts deeper into my throat, setting a punishing rhythm that matches James’s savage pace.
I can barely breathe around Tarquin’s cock, the edges of my vision starting to blur.
