Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

“Last night.” Her hips try to move, but she doesn’t get anywhere. My cock twitches as I stare at her puckered hole, imagining sinking my cock deep inside the tight sheath of her body.

“That’s good.” I thrust my fingers again. “I’ll sit in another seat, and there’s a way for us to sit so we both penetrate you from below.”

“Fuck.” Her hands tighten on my pant leg.

“You’ll use your hands on Noah and Seth standing beside us and turn your head to service their cocks. One, then the other, back and forth. Sitting there stuffed full of our cocks while our hands touch you everywhere, tweak your nipples, pinch your clit.”

“Blake, I need—‍” She groans as I press my thumb down to rub her clit.

“We’ll lift you slowly up our cocks and have you sink back down on them. While Seth and Noah thrust into your hands and mouth until you are vibrating with pleasure, trembling with need. So fucking close that you can’t help?—‍”

She cries out as her pussy clutches my fingers. I keep rubbing as she gasps and wiggles to get away from my thrusting hand, rolling her into another orgasm. I could keep going. Drag another orgasm out of her, but I’m pretty sure she’s here with me now.

She sags over my lap, her whole body twitching slightly as her breathing steadies. My fingers drip with her juice as I pull them out and lick them clean.

I help her stand and pull her panties up. “Look for your bracelet while I look for other cameras in this apartment.”

She tips my face up. Her blue eyes are soft. She kisses me long and deep. “Thank you.”

I smirk. “Anytime, tiger.”

* * *

Madison

I search the room that has been my home for almost three years and come up with nothing. The guys Blake used to move me were thorough. No bracelet. I stare at the door, which thankfully Blake closed when he led me in here.

I could check Valerie’s room and probably should. I turn to meet Blake’s eyes. He remains seated on my bed. My pussy still flutters from the orgasms he gave me.

He lifts his gaze from his phone. “Done?”

“In here.” I sigh. “I should check Valerie’s room.”

He nods and stands, adjusting his hard cock in his pants.

“Want me to help you with that?” I raise my eyebrow. I’d love to feel his huge, thick cock in my mouth or pussy. To forget about everything that happened here for a few minutes. My insides burst with heat.

“In a few.” He lightly grips my chin and claims my mouth with his. The kiss fills me with all sorts of emotions: happiness, lust, desire, closeness, need.

He takes my hand and leads the way with his little device. It doesn’t go off in the hallway or even near Valerie’s room. Not that I’ll be able to find anything in Valerie’s room. It’s a pigsty. Clothes are everywhere. A few pizza boxes lie on the floor.

My nose wrinkles. I wouldn’t be surprised to find actual bugs. Like insects. A shudder of horror ripples through me. I can take a lot, but not bugs.

When I begin to walk into her room, Blake catches my hand. “No, tiger. I’ll have a crew come through and see if there is anything salvageable. You don’t need to go in there.”

I nod. We turn to the other door. The bathroom. My heart pounds and my hands grow slick. How long? How long did someone watch me in my private moments? How many people did they show it to? When and how did they get the camera in there?

Has it always been there?

Blake opens the door and uses his device. When he holds it near the ceiling, it lets out a sound. He pockets it. His fingers trail along the ceiling tiles, looking for a variation that would give away a camera, I suppose. He grabs the grate of the ceiling vent, and it easily comes off in his hand.

He hands it to me. I set it on the sink before wrapping my arms back around my waist. This was my home and safe space. I never thought someone would breach my privacy here. At least no one but Valerie, which is why I always locked my door.

He reaches into the opening, grabs something, and pulls it out. After taking a silver bag out of his pocket, he puts the small device in and seals it.

I want to stomp on it and pound on it until it’s dust, but he might get something useful from it. My need to know outweighs the irrational part that needs to destroy what hurt me.

“Can you be brave for me?” He tips my chin, and I get lost in his green eyes. He’s treating me with kid gloves, which I need for this, but he also snapped me out of my nightmares and made me come so hard.