Such a horny virgin. I tell myself, tucking away the angel and allowing my little devil to come out and play. While one hand is controlling the vibrator, I use the other to touch my breasts, to twist my nipples, and lastly, to wrap around my throat.

I breathe Kane’s name into the quiet bathroom as I orgasm, throwing my head back and breathing in the cool air around me.

* * *

Tonight, was much needed, and as I crawl into my black silk sheets with freshly shaved legs, I moan from the feeling of the softness.

And as I drift to sleep, I think of Kane, and Jade, and lips and tongues. All of the things that make my mind and body feel good.

Blackness laces my vision and dreams of muscular men and thrumming music lull me to sleep, but I wake with a groggy mind when my phone crashes to the ground. This house is too big, and little sounds like this when I’m alone scare me.

I move to grab it, knowing I’ll need to plug it in so I wake up tomorrow for the plane, but something stops me. Restraints around my wrist halt every movement I attempt to make, and as I try to adjust my eyes to the moonlit room, the shadowed silhouette of a man stands beside my bed.

I gasp, but something is shoved into my mouth from my right. And as I pan my gaze around, I realize with horror that there isn’t one man. There’s two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

The shimmer of the moon illuminates their faces, and their naked bodies. I’m splayed out as the five men from the club have their cocks in their hands, stroking them to the sight of my bound and naked body.

Kane walks closer, and from the panic, my eyes are fully adjusted to the horror around me. “Shh,” he assures, with a deep voice full of grit and danger. I shiver when his fingertip brushes against my hard nipples.

“Look at that,” Choke nods, the snake wrapped around his throat and his hand stroking his large cock, “her nipples got hard already.”

I scream through the gag in my mouth and Kane touches my face, “Don’t fight. Don’t scream, don’t do a fucking thing I don’t tell you to do, okay Mace?”

When he rips the what I see now is my panties from my mouth, I don’t scream. “My name is fucking Macey.” I spit, slurring in my still drunken state. Taker grabs the panties from his hand and wraps them around himself to pump his cock with.

Kane jacks off harder, his ridiculously large cock inches from my face “Oh, I know. But your nose scrunches up whenever I call you Mace, and I love it when women act mad. It’s so cute, especially when you’re so tiny.”