Page 36 of Chill’s Chance

“I’m in charge of your orgasms, baby. Right?” He growls. Damn if his dominance isn’t sexy. I never saw myself as submissive, but fuck having Hunter manhandle me is turning me on. So I give in.

“Agreed.” I whisper. He pauses for a minute as if unsure he heard me, but then continues to apply punishing smacks to my ass and thighs. I can feel my essence dripping and I’m so fucking turned on, I’m ready to cum. But I fight the feeling. I want to please him. What happened to me?

I moan in pleasure when he rubs his large hand over my heated globes. I whimper when he alternates between rubbing and digging his finger into my tender flesh. The pain ratchets up my desire and I feel myself ready to beg for some relief. And I want that relief delivered by the thick cock currently pressing into my side. “Please, Hunter.” I finally cave.

That must have been what he was waiting for, because he flips me up and impales me on that amazing cock. I scream as the pleasure rips through me. “Fuck, baby, yeah.” I groan as I use my knees to rock myself up and down his long shaft, shifting and squeezing my muscles to get a rhythm going.

“Don’t you fucking cum until I tell you to.” Hunter growls as he uses his hands to help me ride him. He’s watching my breasts bounce, so as soon as my momentum has him sliding in and out at a furious pace, he shifts his hands to my breasts. Flipping my nipples and squeezing my tits until I toss my head back and moan.

“I’m close.” I warn him.

“Not yet.” He orders, and I growl in frustration. He takes pity on me and shifts his right hand to my stomach so he can press down on my clit using his thumb. “Ok, baby, you’ve been a good girl. Cum for me. Cum now!”

I shout as my orgasm rips through me, my body shaking through the aftershocks as he continues rubbing my clit. When I bring my head forward to stare into his eyes, he lifts his left hand to brush my cheek. “I love you, Gillian.” He says.

I smile and lean my forehead against his. “I love you, too, Hunter.” Saying as I watch as his orgasm snake through his system. We stay like that, his softening cock still inside me as we catch our breath.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” Hunter says.

“May have been better than the last time.” I agree.

He rubs his hands over my still warm and sore ass. “Somebody liked her spanking.” He tells me.

I shrug. “It was hot, but don’t think you’re in charge of this relationship.” I warn him.

He holds his hands up in capitulation. “I was thinking we could take turns.” He tells me as he helps me to my feet and stands over me. “I enjoy being in charge in the bedroom, but I’d accept orders from you, too.”

I smirk before turning to the bathroom. “That’ll work.” I call out to him over my shoulder as I step inside.

After peeing, I return with a warm washcloth for him to use. He wipes our combined essence off of him as I shimmy into my jeans, hissing when the denim scrapes over my punished ass. “Fuck, that’s going to make riding my bike painful.” I complain.

“Oh, I don’t know. I think by the time we get back to the clubhouse, you’ll be wet enough for a second round.” He says with a smirk.

I’d glare at him, but he’s probably right. When I walk past him, he slaps my ass and dammit if I don’t feel my core pulsing with need already.

I grab Claudia’s purse and verify her phone is still in my pocket before leading the way outside to my bike, where I tuck the purse inside my saddlebag. I hear Hunter say something and glance up to see him looking at someone behind me with a huge grin on his face.

Before I can turn to see who he’s talking to, I feel something covering my nose and mouth; I struggle, but whatever chemical is on the cloth saps my strength. I drift off, cursing Hunter for setting me up.

Pain in my head and arms wake me, or maybe it’s the cold. But then I hear a voice nearby. “She’s still got a hot bod.” Someone says. Barely staying still when a hand brushes over my hip and down my leg. Since I can feel his skin on mine, I realize I’m naked. Fighting to keep my eyes closed and my breathing even. I need whoever is in the room to believe I’m still out cold. That gets harder when I feel someone’s breath against my stomach. “She smells like sex.” He says and it takes every ounce of self-control to keep myself from reacting.

“Hunter must have had some fun before we caught up to them.” Another voice says, causing my blood to turn to ice. “Looks like he spanked her, fuck that’s hot.”

“We didn’t take her ass last time.” The first voice says. My head clears and I recognize both voices. Billet and Abbott, my own personal monsters. “Maybe we should have a little taste.”

“Don’t. The colonel wants to watch this time. I think he wants in on the action. Maybe Hunter will join in. All four of us fucking the cunt? We’ll make her bleed.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: HUNTER

That must have been some party. I think as I wince at the pounding pain in my head. How much did I have to drink? As the pain ebbs, my mind clears and I realize that not only does my head hurt, but I’m freezing and my arms ache. I cautiously open my eyes and see that I’m hanging up off the ground and wearing nothing but my boxers. Well, that explains the cold and my aching arms.

I hear voices, but they sound distant. Where the fuck am I? I lift my head to see Chill hanging a few feet away from me. She’s naked except for her panties and bra. I glance around the room and see that we’re in a basement or something similar. No windows that I can see and it’s fucking cold. It also feels damp, and it’s a little musty. I want to call out Chill’s name, but I’m afraid that someone will hear me. The longer our captives think we’re unconscious, the better.

I concentrate on who the hell could have gotten the drop on us. Then I remember seeing Abbott walking toward us. Surprised to see someone from our unit here in Vegas. But that surprise turned to confusion when he grabbed Chill and knocked her out. I remember someone coming up on my side just before pain radiated through my system. Looking down at my bare chest, I can see the markings of a taser. The taste of something chemical lingers in my mouth.

“Chill.” I whisper, keeping my voice low but hopefully loud enough for her to hear.

Her head snaps up and where I expect to see confusion, I see rage. “What did you do, Hunter? Call your friends and tell them where to find me? Did you set me up?”

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