Sweet Temptation (19 page)

Skylar sat up so quickly, the movement almost knocked him off the bed. Hugging her arms around herself, “I don’t want him here.”

“Skylar, what’s going on?” Dom rubbed her arms trying to calm her down.

She started crying again. “Nate never came over. I thought he had forgotten, so I went over to surprise him.” She sobbed.

Dom nodded, waiting for her to continue.

“When I got there nothing was on, except the lamp in his room. I walked down to his door and opened it a little and stood there.” She didn’t want to say what she saw.

“What did you see, Skylar?” Dom growled. He didn’t mean to. He wrapped his arm around her shoulder.

“Nate was on his bed naked and his hands were tied to the bed. And that girl that I saw him with last month on his couch was there with him. She told me I wasn’t good enough and I couldn’t handle him at all.” She wiped her tears on the sheet. “Nate never said anything, he only moaned at what she was doing.” She didn’t want to cry anymore over him.

“Are you sure that is what you saw?” Dom asked.

Skylar nodded.

“When Craig arrives I’ll go over and see what’s going on.”

“I don’t want to see him, Dom,” she cried.

“Okay,” he said.

“I don’t want to get hurt again, Dom. I can’t handle going through the pain.”

Dom pulled her closer and cuddled her. “What do you mean, again?”

“Promise you won’t say anything.”

“Sure.”

“My ex cheated on me several times. I caught him once in our own bed. After that happened he tried blaming me for cheating on him, but I never did. The last fight we had, before I moved up here, he beat me up, bad. He and his friends tried to rape me, but I got away before it happened.” She cried into his chest.

“Fuck, girl. I’m so sorry you went through that.”
Who would do such a thing?

Breathing out, he laid her down on the bed, rubbing her head.
Jesus, she had gone through some shit
, he thought.

Getting off the bed slowly, trying not to wake her, he walked out of her room and into the kitchen to grab a beer, and waited for Craig.

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Skylar woke suddenly when someone slammed their hand over her mouth. When she reached to pull the hand away, another hand ripped hers away and pinned them above her head. Skylar thrashed around on the bed trying to move whatever was holding her down. The hand holding hers above her head started rubbing their thumb over her wrist. Calming her breathing down, she opened her eyes and tried to focus. She couldn’t make out the body above her, and they weren’t saying anything either. She mumbled under the hand. The hand released hers and watched as the body above leaned down and whispered, “You are so sexy.” Lucas.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, she was glad it was Lucas and not one of his friends that were staying the night. Something about those friends of his gave her the chills. She could smell the alcohol on his breath. She reached up to touch him and he pinned her arms above her head again, hard. “We’re going to have some fun, baby.” Nodding, she relaxed her body.

Leaning over the edge of the bed, Lucas lifted and tied something around her hands and to the headboard. “Lucas,” she whispered.

Sitting back on his knees, he told her, “It’s all right.” Removing her shorts in one pull, he bent over and started kissing her from her ankle up her leg to her thigh. Skylar whimpered when he missed her clit and progressed down her other leg. Breathing heavily, she tried pulling at her hands but nothing worked.

Lucas stood suddenly, removed his shirt, and stumbled in the process.

Skylar tried releasing her hands to help him, “Lucas.” She could only just make him out.

“I’m fine,” he growled. Holding onto the bedpost, he pulled off his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.

“Can you turn a light on, please?” she asked. She heard the door being opened, enough that she could see enough of the room. Lucas moved to the end of the bed, stroking himself through his boxers. She loved watching him do that in front of her. “Untie my hands, so I can touch you,” she whispered, licking her lips. Lucas shook his head, kneeling down; he pulled her further down the bed. Her arms were pulled tight, making her wince in pain. He pulled aside her panties, running his finger through her folds, spreading her juices. She couldn’t help but lift her hips so he could penetrate her.

“You like that?”

She couldn’t answer, it felt so good. Spreading her folds, he flicked his tongue over her slit. She gasped as he pushed two fingers inside of her, pumping in and out
slowly, twisting his wrist, making her cry out. When more light flooded the room, she looked over towards the door, and saw two silhouettes standing there, but she couldn’t make out who they were. She started pulling at her hands to free herself, “Lucas.” The bodies moved into the room, one to each side of her.

Lucas stood, and closed the door.

“What’s going on?” Looking at all three of them, the lamp flickered on, and she saw who the bodies were. Why were Bret and Chris in their room? Looking over at Lucas, she watched as he moved towards their walk-in, pulled out a small bag, and sat down beside her feet. Both Chris and Bret sat beside her.

Rubbing her leg, Lucas replied, “You said you would try something for me.” Looking at Chris and Bret again, she started shaking her head. Lucas stood all of a sudden, moving to her side, and gripped her face in his hands. “You will do as I say, Skylar,” he growled at her. She pulled hard against the headboard; she didn’t want whatever he had planned. Chris ripped her shirt off and leant down, nibbling on her hard nipple. “No, no,” she yelled, thrashing on the bed. Bret held her legs down, stopping her from kicking out.

Out of nowhere, Lucas backhanded her, hard. She stared at him. “I’m going to watch Bret and Chris fuck you.” Shaking her head, he continued, “Yes darling. I want them to take you.” Both Chris and Bret stood and removed their clothes. She watched as Chris moved between her legs. Bret stayed at one side and Lucas on the other.

“Please Lucas. Don’t do this.”

“If you don’t allow this to happen, they will force you to do it.” What is wrong with him? She pulled so hard on her hands that one of them got free. Kicking out, she connected with Chris’s chin. Both Bret and Lucas looked at her stunned. Untying her other hand, she jumped off the bed and ran for the door. She wasn’t going to stick around and let them do that to her. Before she had the door open, someone slammed into her from behind, smashing her head into the door. She fell sideways, dizzy from the knock. Her head was ripped back by her hair, crying out; she punched, kicked with all she had. But nothing she did helped. She was spun around to face whoever held her. Someone punched her in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her, another punch landed to her face. Dropping to the floor, she curled up into a ball, protecting herself. It didn’t work, all three started on her, kicking her in the ribs, legs, arms and face. She kept screaming at them to stop, but none of them listened and just kept doing it.

Eventually she couldn’t move, tasting blood in her mouth, and her whole body was in pain. Skylar was ripped from the floor and thrown on to the bed; she cried out as the pain shot through her. Her hands were tied again as well as her legs this time. She couldn’t move, even if she wanted to. “I love how pretty these marks look on you,” Lucas continued, “But the thing I will love most is watching these two fuck you, baby.”

Before she even had a chance to answer Lucas, Chris moved between her legs and pulled them further apart. She couldn’t even think anymore, she wanted to die, rather than watch them do this to her. Before he even had a chance to penetrate her, the door flew open. That was the last thing she remembered as she blacked out.

                        
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Nate’s head was pounding. He tried to sit up, reali
zing he couldn’t move his arms; he frowned and he opened his eyes. First thing he saw was Tracey sliding up and down on him, playing with her nipples. Trying not to moan at the feeling, he growled, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Doing what I came here for, Nate.” Tracy tightened around his cock, moaning. She leaned back and moved her hips back and forth.

He really had to get her off of him and go see Skylar. “Get the fuck off me, now.”

Smiling down at him, she leaned over and sucked on one of his nipples, rubbing her clit on his lower stomach. He felt dizzy,
what the hell did she do to him
. “Untie my hands now, Tracey,” he growled.

“Why, you don’t have anywhere to be, let me make you come, Nate. I love feeling you come inside me.” Moving her hips faster on his cock, he couldn’t help the moan that slipped out.

“I told Skylar I would see her tonight.” His eyes rolled into the back of his head, when her pussy gripped his cock.

“I don’t think she would want to see you now.” Lifting her hips off him until just the head of his cock was still inside her, she slid back down on him.

Nate started pulling on the ropes. “Why wouldn’t she?” He frowned up at her.

“She walked in on us about twenty minutes ago. I said you were only using her to get back at me and not to get her hopes up about you; she left crying.” She smiled down at him. “I’m not sharing you with anyone,” she said.

“I’m not yours. Untie my hands and get the hell off me,
now
?” he roared.

Shaking her head at him, she kept moving. Nate had enough of this. With a roar, he ripped his hands free from where they were tied and pushed her off in the process. He didn’t care that he pushed her off of him; he needed to get to Skylar. Once standing, he stormed over to where Tracey was on the ground, exactly where she had landed, and lifted her up, “What the hell have you done?” he growled.

“She doesn’t deserve you, Nate. She’s wasted goods. No one will ever want her.”

“What the fuck are you talking about? You have no bloody right telling anyone that I’m yours. Get the fuck out of my house now, or I’ll throw you out!” he growled.

Tracey backed away from him slowly and grabbed her things.

“I don’t ever want to see you again, in this house, or near Skylar. Do I make myself clear?” he yelled.

Getting dressed quickly, she ran out of his room and out the front door to her car.

How was he going to explain this one to Skylar? He knew Tracey drugged him, but she was never going to believe that. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a shirt, he locked his door and made his way over to Skylar’s. Running up the stairs, he opened the door slowly. “Skylar?”

When no one answered back, he walked in closing the door behind him. Dom was standing in the kitchen. “Is Skylar here?” he asked.

Dom turned around, and he was pissed. “Of course she is, where the fuck else would she be, Nate?” he growled.

“What is wrong with you?” Nate asked.

“You’re asking me what’s wrong? Maybe you should ask how Skylar is. Especially after she walked in on you as you were getting fucked by Tracey. Why the hell, man, would you let that happen again?” Dom growled back at him.

Nate sat at the table, losing the colour in his face. He didn’t believe it when Tracey told him, but now that Dom had…fuck, this was bullshit. “Dom, after you left I found Tracey lying on my bed, naked. I told her to leave, but that never happened. I said I had plans and that I didn’t want to see her again as I’m seeing Skylar. Once I said that she told me that she was hoping that I wasn’t going to say that, and someone grabbed me from behind and placed something over my mouth; and then I blacked out.”

Breathing out slowly he went on. “When I woke, she was riding me. I had no clue what had happened. She told me Skylar came over and caught us. She told Skylar that she wasn’t my type and that I was only using her to get back at Tracey. I told her that I never want to see her near my house or Skylar again and she left.”

Dom sat down in the opposite chair, “So you’re saying someone other than Tracey drugged you, why?” Dom frowned. This was fucked up.

“I have no idea, my guess it was a male; he was strong enough to hold me and knock me out with something.”