Total pages in book: 214
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 999(@200wpm)___ 800(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Saint smirks, placing his hands on my thighs. I stiffen as he rubs them up and down over my jeans, fucking playing with me. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
They finish filling up their tanks and get back on their bikes. I’m biting into the gag that has my mouth drooling like Niagara Falls as Saint’s cum continues to soak my bodysuit. My plugged ass vibrates on the seat, and I grind back and forth.
I know Saint can feel me moving back here, but I can’t help it. If I wasn’t gagged, I’d be begging him to fuck me. Not caring what the others hear.
He pulls off onto a backroad, and I look over my shoulder to see them following us. We ride down a gravel road until it comes to a clearing. It’s a dead end, and my heart starts to race as to why we’re stopping.
Nothing but a lake surrounds us, and we’re the only ones here. He gets off the bike and removes his helmet before he helps me off. Saint removes my riding jacket and undoes my helmet. When he pulls it off, I can’t help the whine that leaves my gagged lips.
The helmet already fit snug but then add the straps and buckles on my face and head, and it’s given me a headache. My entire body aches from not only last night but how tense it’s been this entire ride.
He runs his knuckles along my tear-streaked cheek. “Are you a needy little slut for me?” he asks.
I nod, sniffling, and he reaches up to my gag. He does something because I feel it deflating and he removes the rubber, leaving my mouth wide open. I suck in a breath, and he smiles, looking over the drool that covers my chin and cheeks.
Tossing the deflated gag to the ground, he turns to face his bike. He grabs the key and goes to his seat. He lifts it and reaches into it, removing a roll of duct tape.
My pulse quickens when he walks back toward me. I turn around and see Haidyn and Kashton both grabbing something out from underneath their seats. But they both hold rope. They had this planned—get me worked up, bring me out, and tie me up.
I turn back to face Saint, and he’s already right in front of me. Reaching down, he undoes my jeans, jerking on them. Then he unzips them before yanking the rough material down my already shaking legs.
I whimper when he removes my riding boots. Haidyn comes up behind me and wraps his arm around my upper waist, lifting me up off the ground so Saint can get me undressed except for my bodysuit. As if I can’t do it myself.
Saint nods to Haidyn. “Put her on the table.”
He turns me around, and I see a picnic table over where Haidyn and Kashton parked their bikes. It looks old. After sitting out in the weather for years, pieces have chipped off the sides.
Haidyn carries me over to it and sets me down on the edge. “Lie down,” he orders, and I place my back down onto the hard surface. It’s warped from the heat and cold, making the wood uneven and poking into my back. The buckles dig into the back of my head.
Kashton comes over, and I try to calm my breathing as the excess saliva pools at the back of my throat. I swallow it as they each grab an ankle. “Bend your knees,” Kashton commands. “Heels to your ass.”
I put my bare feet on the edge of the table, bending my knees. I squint up at the bright sky as they each start to tie my legs with the rope. Haidyn wraps the rope around my right ankle and then ties it to my right upper thigh while Kashton does the same to my left leg, securing them so I can’t straighten either one out.
“Sit up, sweetheart,” Saint says, and Haidyn helps me up since I can’t use my legs. “Arms behind your back.”
I do so, and Saint brings them parallel across my back. I cry out when he pulls on my arms, stretching my shoulders, pinching my spine. He has Haidyn hold them in place while he begins to wrap the duct tape around them from elbow to elbow, leaving no wiggle room whatsoever.
When I lower my head, drool runs from my mouth and drops onto my bent knees. “Let’s get you in position,” Saint speaks.
He and Haidyn pick me up and move me to lie on my back once more, my arms now taped underneath me. It’s uncomfortable, and I try to move to ease the pain, but nothing helps. They’re too tight. The tape offers no give.
Saint kneels in the middle of the table at my bent legs. He places his hands on my knees and shoves them open. I arch my back and cry through the hole in the gag, spit flying from my open mouth as the position stretches my inner thighs.