Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 167819 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 839(@200wpm)___ 671(@250wpm)___ 559(@300wpm)
I’m their toy. And tonight, they want to play.
“Gasoline” by Halsey shakes the walls that hold me captive with the monsters. The partygoers on the other side of the door have no clue that we’re in here.
Something slips over my eyes from behind, and my breathing hitches.
I fist my hands—my nails digging into my palms—to keep from lifting them and pushing the blindfold off. I don’t resist. Well, not unless they want me to. That’s another game we like to play.
“See no evil,” a voice whispers in my right ear, making a shiver run up my spine.
My lips part to help accommodate my accelerated breathing.
“Speak no evil.” Those words come from directly in front of me before something is shoved into my mouth. The force pushes my head back in the process.
I taste metal. It holds my mouth open, and I start salivating at the thought of not being able to scream for help.
“Hear no evil,” another voice says before soft leather is slid over my ears, taking away any sound of the outside world.
My legs shake, my heart pounds, and I try to swallow but drool runs down my chin.
What started from the Three Wise Monkeys has evolved into three fucking psychos that I hand myself over to.
Something hard and thick wraps around my neck, forcing me to lift my chin—a collar. Seconds later, I’m yanked forward, tripping over my Chanel heels. I stumble into a hard body, my hands landing on the chest of one of my captors. He’s shirtless. My nails dig into his skin as the base of my neck is grabbed underneath the collar. The pain from his fingers digging into my skin forces me to the floor. My hands and knees slap the concrete. I suck in a ragged breath through my open mouth. Then I’m being dragged across it by the collar.
I’m their pet. Crawling on my hands and knees by a leash, I’m pulled to a stop, and hands grab at my body. I’m tossed onto what feels like a mattress. It’s hard and unforgiving and smells of BO and cheap Axe body spray.
I’m rolled onto my stomach, and my arms are yanked behind my back. A rope is wrapped around my wrists, securing them together. They’re lifted, pulling on my shoulders, shoving my face farther into the nasty-smelling mattress. A cry is forced from my open mouth. Fresh drool runs from my lips.
Hands grab my legs, spreading them wide before rope is wrapped around them, keeping me spread open for their convenience.
I’m panting, my heart racing, and my pussy throbs.
“That’s all we have time for today.” My professor interrupts my story.
I close my notebook, looking up from the podium. My eyes scan the large classroom that isn’t even half full of students. If you’re afraid of public speaking, this isn’t the class for you. Ninety percent of our grade comes from our participation to come up with different sexual scenarios and share them with everyone.
A few eyes I meet are already on me. Others are busy doing anything else but listening. One guy has his head back and mouth open while softly snoring. The guy next to him is doodling in his notebook. The girl beside him is popping her gum.
“Nice work, Ellington. You’ll get to go first tomorrow to finish,” Mr. Hamilton announces.
I gather my things and exit the class.
“Damn, girl, that was hot.” My best friend nudges my shoulder as we enter the hall. Kira sat in on the class today. My professor lets outsiders join to get as much attention to his class as possible. Not many want to stand in front of a room full of people and tell your deepest, darkest desires.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever.”
“I’m serious. I honestly don’t know how Mr. Hamilton doesn’t get a boner every time someone is up there sharing their assignment. I mean”—she steps in front of me and walks backward, her blue eyes wide with excitement—“I’m fucking wet after that.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “You’re a virgin,” I remind her.
“Not anymore,” she sings before biting down on her bottom lip.
“What?” I gasp. “Since when?”
“So, Ellington.” Mack comes up to us, and Kira rolls her eyes at him. I narrow mine on hers, wanting to know when and who she lost her virginity to, but it’ll have to wait because he goes on. “That story—” He clears his throat and adjusts his jeans. She gives me a pointed look as to say told you so. “That was descriptive.” He runs his hand over his head nervously.
“That was the assignment.” I shrug.
“Geez, Mack, haven’t you ever watched porn before?” Kira asks him with another eye roll.
My best friend may have never fucked a dick until recently, but the girl has been starving for years. Her parents are very strict. It’s amazing that they even let her be my friend.