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  His words only encouraged her to put up the fuss he warned against. “You don’t really think I’ll make things easy for you, do you, Miky?”

  “Miky.” His tone, however laced with amusement, made it clear the name was as irritating to him as she’d hoped. “Really. Victor, you know how I feel about that name. You didn’t tell her?”

  “Must have slipped my mind.” Victor’s tone dripped satisfaction.

  Mike moved to her other side and secured her other arm to the top of the leg on that end. She was spread across the table, naked and helpless, fit to be used as these four men saw fit.

  “That’s fine then.” Mike moved behind her and she heard his pants slip off. He pressed himself against her so that his long, thick cock bobbed between her legs, brushing her pussy. He stroked himself, but didn’t enter her. “You want to call me that, I’ll take it out on your sweet ass.”

  She thought he meant he’d spank her. Instead, he slicked up his fingers with the juices from her dripping pussy and lubed up her back entrance. Tiny volts of pleasure-pain zipped through her passage as he slid one finger into her ass, stretching her. Gemma closed her eyes, hissing between her teeth, pushing herself against his fingers.

  “Nice. I’m going to love taking this sexy ass.” She heard him lube up his cock with long, wet strokes. The broad head of his length pushed between her ass cheeks, then against her tight rosebud. Gemma winced at the pain, and forced herself to relax as Victor had taught her.

  “Good girl, angel, let the muscles go.” Standing beside her, Cord ran his hand through her hair, one dark hand cupping her cheek while the other stroked that fabulous cock.

  With how brutal Cord had been up to now, the encouragement, the tenderness in his voice surprised her. She met his gaze, and the warmth there, the compassion in his smile made her feel a sudden volt of connected energy between them. His hand on her cheek was like an anchor, bringing soothing heat.

  She looked to her other side. Harrison stroked himself as well, but he watched her with an intensity that scorched her insides.

  “Let’s see how much you really can take, then.” His eyes gleamed with challenge.

  “What?”

  “Let’s just say Mike is…intense.”

  Mike pushed slowly in, filling her so full she groaned. The pain lessened as he thrust carefully in and out, deeper each time. She’d expected him to be brutal, but then she had a feeling he was only trying to give her time to grow accustomed to him.

  Gradually the pain receded until only pleasure remained. “Jesus, you feel amazing.” Gemma’s voice trembled with hunger.

  Cord released her and began stroking himself faster while Mike took her hips, speeding up. He yanked her head up and shoved two fingers in her mouth, forcing her to suck them.

  “There you are. This is nice, isn’t it, Gemma? You like being spread open and fucked.”

  She moaned, half infuriation with his control, half arousal.

  “From now on, you call me anything other than Mike, I’ll bend you over the nearest surface, no matter what we’re doing, and take your ass, just like this. You understand me?”

  Holy shit, Harrison was right. There was an intensity to his possessiveness, to the hunger in his voice and in his thrusts she’d never imagined feeling from anyone.

  When she didn’t try to speak, Victor came around to her side and jerked her chin up to him. Mike took his fingers out of her mouth. “He asked you a question. Answer him.”

  Damn, how did these men know how to make her brat obey? She envisioned the resistance in her sitting pretty, ready and willing to take whatever they wanted. So hot, being dominated like this. Gemma nodded, her voice an unrecognizable, shaky smallness.

  “Yes, Victor. Mike. I understand. I won’t call him Miky.”

  “Good girl.” Victor released her roughly. Mike grunted his approval and his thrusts sped up until his hips slapped hers. Fuck, that slapping sound was the most erotic thing she’d ever heard. Watching Cord and Harrison stroke their cocks faster, both of them taking in her getting fucked so savagely, only sent her spiraling higher. Her clit throbbed.

  As if Mike somehow picked up on it, he reached around and thrummed the tiny aching bud, intensifying her need and soothing it all at once. Her pleasure mounted to a wild pitch and she fucked him back. Mike bottomed out and she clenched around him. He let out a long moan and spilled into her, then pulled out and splashed a little more over her back. Her own climax crashed over her in a wave, leaving her momentarily floating in a world of bliss.

  “You guys are animals, you know.” She panted and her chest heaved.

  “You have a problem with that?” Victor growled.

  “Not even a little.”

  Mike’s hands slid away from her, and then she felt Victor move behind her one last time. He bent over her, licking the shell of her ear. “Good. Now that my buddies have all had you, I’m going to fuck your sweet ass until I’ve had enough. How would you like that? Hm?”

  Her knees nearly folded. It was too much, and yet it would never be enough. She couldn’t form words, so she nodded weakly. A sense of bonding to him like she’d never felt before filled her. He’d given this to her, this perfect, crazy, blissful night, in which something she’d longed for but never knew she’d needed was hers. She felt more like a woman, more special and owned, more safe than she had ever felt before.

  Gemma looked back at him over her shoulder. “Fuck me, Victor. Please.”

  A rare smile touched the sides of Victor’s mouth. Not a smirk or that sexy, arrogant grin, but a warm, loving look.

  His hands seized her hips, and his cock was at her back entrance, pushing, insistent. A hint of pain cued her to relax, and she let her muscles go. Victor slid his hand along the back of her neck, gathering her hair in his fist with just the right controlling grip. Then he tightened his hold until it bordered on pleasure-pain.

  Slowly, he slid into her ass, then out. In and out, until the pain dissipated and she cried out in pleasure, riding him back. Then he grunted, hammering into her hard and fast, letting his hips smack hers in a primitive, erotic beat.

  “Someone put a cock in her fucking mouth.”

  Harrison and Cord undid her hands and then her ankles. Without slowing his pace at all, Victor turned her, bending her over in front of Harrison.

  “Come here and let me use that sweet mouth.” Harrison took her chin, opening her mouth. He shoved inside, making a strangled pleasure sound in the back of his throat. His cock gave a violent twitch when she bobbed her head, sucking, not daring to push him. These men had used and overwhelmed her; if one of them decided to punish her, she’d explode at the seams.

  “Ah, see, she sucks it without being told. She can behave.” Victor chuckled. Even so, he held the back of her head in place so that Harrison could fuck her mouth like he wanted. Harrison obliged, taking her mouth brutally, only adding to her mounting need. No holding back for him this time.

  At the same time, Victor took his fill, fucking her ass wildly, so hard she grunted around Harrison’s cock with each thrust. Cord and Mike took up positions on either side of her and each pushed her hands around their cocks. Making her stroke them to ridged, greedy hardness.

  The implications weren’t lost on her. Here they were, using her holes as if they owned her. Tonight, she was their slave, existing for their pleasure. They’d untied her, but still easily controlled her, so she could do nothing but take it, huffing and screaming, sucking and fucking.

  “Fuck, fuck.” Harrison huffed, taking her mouth hungrily.

  “Mm hm.” Victor grunted his agreement, deep, needy sounds while he hammered her.

  Cord pushed in and out of her hand like a fiend, and Mike did the same with the other. The four men seemed to feed off each other’s need. God, she saw what Victor meant now. They were bonded, so much like one, the energy was palpable. How such a connection had happened, it didn’t matter. She was part of it now, caught in the center of their pleasure storm. And she never
wanted to leave.

  As if they really were one, all four of the men sped up and released nearly at the same time, filling her with their seed. Victor seemed to last a little longer, grabbing her chin and taking her mouth the moment Harrison pulled away, thrusting a handful more times into her ass until there couldn’t be anything left to give her. When he spilled into her, she groaned, eating the kiss while she crashed over her own blissful crest.

  Spent, Gemma panted and leaned against the love of her life. With a gentleness at odds with his aggression up to now, Victor scooped her up in his arms, and, with the others following behind him, carried her over to the couch where this had all began. Where he’d asked her to marry him.

  Mike disappeared and came back with a warm blanket just as Victor sat and pulled her into his lap. He nodded his thanks to Mike and wrapped the blanket around her, enveloping her in his arms. Massaging her ankles, her legs, her arms, resting her head on his chest.

  For a short while, the men gathered around, staying with her. Cord slid his boxers back on and sat on one side of her. He leaned over a little, cradling one of her hands in his, thumb making slow circles on the back of it. His thick black dreads draped over the sides of his powerful chest like ebony curtains, somehow only accenting his masculinity. Gemma closed her eyes, smiling at him as she nuzzled into Victor’s chest. On her other side, she felt Mike’s hand stroking her hair, long, soothing motions that lulled her. Harrison got himself a drink of whisky and squatted down in front of her, rubbing her knees, her legs, her ankles, soothing the slight ache created by the ropes. All of them, caring for her. Victor kissed the top of her head, smiling into her hair.

  “You did beautifully, Gemma. You’re an amazing woman. Not everyone could take the four of us like that.”

  Cheeks heating, she tightened her arm around his waist. “I love you, Victor.” She wanted to tell him her answer now, but something told her not to. Not yet.

  “I love you too. My perfect girl.”

  When the men had returned to their quarters, leaving only her and Victor in the main cabin, Gemma lifted her eyes to his. Never had she felt so safe, so protected. So special.

  “So.” His mouth twisted in that devastating smirk as he ran the backs of his fingers down each of her cheeks. “Is this the kind of thing you think you can handle for the rest of your life?”

  She drew back a little and slid her arms around his neck. “Are you kidding? That was amazing.”

  He cocked his head. “Is that a yes? Will you marry me, Gemma?”

  “On one condition.” She grinned when his brow went up. “That this wasn’t just a one time thing. You’ll share me with the others again.”

  Surprise filled his eyes. He threw back his head and laughed. Victor hugged her tight. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  He claimed her lips in a long, hard kiss.

  Gemma couldn’t wait to tell the others. On paper, she might only be married to Victor, but she knew in her heart, and in theirs, she would soon be a wife to all of them. And that was just perfect for her.

  THE END

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