“Just like my fantasy, right? Rough and dirty?”
“Just like your fantasy, Gemma.”
I was bloody glad I’d opted for wine. The glow of the alcohol sat pleasantly in my stomach, taking the edge off the panic. It didn’t stop the shakes as we pulled into Steve’s drive, but it definitely helped make them bearable. This time Jason drove further along, turning up to the right and parking on what felt like soft ground. He helped me down, and the faintest breeze cooled my cheeks. I could feel grass under my heels. The grass continued until we stepped up onto concrete, and the smell of hay hit me.
“A barn?”
“Not your usual barn.”
He positioned me where he wanted me, backed up against what felt like a huge mattress. He pushed me to sit down and pulled my jumper off over my head.
“Nice,” he growled as he saw my flimsy slip. He pulled my leggings down, taking a moment to trace patterns up my thighs. “You sure you want this?”
I nodded. “I’ve always wanted this.”
He spread my knees wide, testing my pussy with his fingers. “So it seems. Up on the mattress and on your knees, Gemma. Give me your wrists.”
I kneed up onto the mattress. “Are they here?”
“What?”
“The others. Are they here?”
“They’re outside.”
Oh God.
“I told them to wait. I wanted to get you ready, get you comfortable, and make sure you still wanted it. Nervous?”
“A little.”
“Don’t be. You can call a halt at any time. Right?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“You still want it?”
I breathed out a long calming breath. “Yes. Definitely.”
“Good. Now give me your wrists.”
I did as he asked, gulping hard as he stretched my arms high above my head. Shackles. I pulled on them and they easily took my weight. I was trapped firm.
I yelped as Jason flicked at my nipples through my slip.
“My exposed little Gemma all ready to be used like the dirty little girl she is.” His mouth at my ear. “How does it feel, dirty girl?”
“Crazy,” I breathed, “fucking crazy.”
“Crazy? I want you to feel good, dirty girl, not crazy.”
I gasped as he gently lifted my breasts, taut nipples scraping against the fabric of my slip. Holy shit the tingles. His lips pressed to mine, soft and warm. That scent – citrus-musk – so fucking horny.
His lips left mine. He let go of my breasts and gently tweaked my nipples.
“Now tell me you feel good, dirty girl. Tell me want to be devoured by strangers.”
“Good, I feel good, so good,” I rasped. “I want it. Oh God, Jason, I want those strangers so bad.”
“You should to see all the toys I’ve laid out for you, dirty girl. Big, fat dildos, chubby fucking butt plugs... but none so fucking brutal as the cocks you’re going to take for me.”
Jesus! I felt the heat between my legs and a trickle of my juices on my thigh. This was insane. Fucking insane. We’d gone through all the guidelines, over and over again. Nothing left to say. This was it. The mattress dipped in front of me and I groaned as his thumb balled my clit.
“Yes. Oh, yes.”
“I’m going to be watching you getting fucked, Gemma. Make me proud, dirty girl.”
My face was on fire. “I’ll make you so proud, Jason, I promise.”
“That’s my girl.”
On my knees in shackles in a barn in the middle of nowhere. My breath was ragged, loud in my ears. Heart pounding in my chest. I struggled to keep my calm as a cool draught tickled my legs and footsteps approached; the heavy thud of boots. Multiple pairs. A deep laugh.
“Well, well, well,” a gruff voice said. “Here’s our little slut all trussed up pretty, and man, look at that hair.”
“Gorgeous,” someone else said.
I turned to the sound, even though I couldn’t see a thing.
Another voice. “She looks like she fucking wants it, doesn’t she? Look at that sopping fucking snatch.”
“Dirty bitch. You cooked us up a treat, Jase. A real fucking treat.”
“She looks ready for it. Gagging for it. So fucking dirty.”
“We’re gonna tear your fucking pussy open and make you scream, you dirty little slut.”
“Ride your sweet chubby ass until you groan like a whore.”
“Beautiful tits, too.”
“She wants it, she fucking wants it, filthy bitch.”
I jumped as the first hand landed. It gripped at my ass, fingers digging right in. “Nice.”
Hands on my face, a hot mouth clamped over mine, sloppy tongue pushing its way in. It felt seedy, unpleasant. Horny.
“Open your mouth and kiss me like you fucking want it.” A hand yanked my hair, held me tight until I opened up. I thought back over all the times I’d brought myself off to this fantasy, all the times I’d dreamed of dirty bad strangers making me their plaything. This was it. My real chance. I groaned, sucking his tongue into my mouth like the dirty little slut Jason wanted me to be. I wondered where he was, imagined him sitting on a hay bale with his cock in his hand. The stranger was so slobbery, so wet, tasting of stale cider and fuck knows what else. A wiry beard scratched my chin, but I didn’t care. I let him gobble on my mouth, opening up for more even when my face was slick with his spit. Wet fingers between my thighs, poking at my clit, and a mouth, on my right nipple, sucking hard through the material.