“Did you fuck her?” Taker wonders.

Kane shakes his head, tossing my body onto the couch. “Not yet, she won’t have this night end until she cums on my fingers.”

He slides onto my couch naked and places my body over his legs. My stomach and tits are facing down while my back and ass are facing him and with my hands still bound behind my back all it would take is one little shove and my face would slam onto the floor. “So, if I would have finished up there you would have left?” I wonder aloud, too far past being shy at this point.

My eyes peel up to see what everyone else is doing, Daze and Taker are on the other couch while Blade and Choke are rummaging through my fridge. I guess raping a woman for hours on end gives you a mighty big appetite.

Not the Kimchi!

Kane shrugs, “After I fucked you, if you wanted me to leave, then yes.” I want to believe him so much.

A sliver of rage bubbles inside of me, “Just leave!” I finally scream, feeling a little braver now that I can see the front door.

“Bad!” Kane sneers, slamming his palm against my ass. He’s punishing me, spanking me.

I cry out, “Please stop.”

Whap. Another firm slap makes me squirm. “Say you’re sorry.” Kane presses his palm to my sore ass.

But I shake my head, being stubborn. “Wow, we’ve got a bad girl. Who knew she had so much fight in her?” Blade laughs, coming up beside me. I tense, waiting for him to punish me too but Kane places both of his hands over my ass.

“She’s mine until I say otherwise.” He sneers, and Blade puts his hands up in surrender and backs away.

“Now,” Kane rubs my bottom in circles, “Where were w-” My doorbell chimes, making him go still. I’m saved.

“What time is it?” He asks Taker quietly.

“Six,” he responds.

Jade must have gotten here early, and I need to warn her. “RU-”

Kane closes his hand over my mouth, muffling my pleas for help and warning. “Macey?” A familiar voice seeps through the door.

It’s Dante.

I shuffle in Kane’s lap, only able to get in one position. Facing him, straddling him, his hard cock right against my opening again. His hand still covers my mouth.

“Mace?” Dante calls again, and I roll my eyes at the use of the nickname. The fucked-up part is, when Kane says it, I don’t really mind.

I’m so angry at Dante, so furious at him that even though five men have tied me up and had their way with me the past few hours, I don’t even want to answer the door.

“Who is that?” Kane sneers, sounding jealous that there’s a man outside my house.