Abused

Kevin's fingers dug into Emily's thigh—half-restraint, half-encouragement—as Reynolds yanked her dress straps down with a snap of elastic. The silver fabric pooled around her waist, leaving her breasts bare under the club's pulsing neon lights. Emily gasped, her hands flying up instinctively, but Garrett caught her wrists with a chuckle, pinning them behind her back with one thick forearm. "None of that now," he murmured, his breath hot and stale against her ear.

Reynolds didn't wait. His palm cracked across Emily's nipple—once, twice—leaving the pink flesh stinging and taut. A whimper escaped her lips, but it caught in her throat when Kevin's fingers slid between her legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the damp lace. "Look at her," Kevin murmured, his other hand tipping her chin up toward Reynolds. "Begging for it already."

Emily shook her head, her blonde hair sticking to her damp neck. "I'm n—" The denial dissolved into a choked moan as Reynolds pinched her other nipple hard, twisting until her back arched off the leather booth. Garrett's grip tightened, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin behind her ear as Kevin finally ripped her panties aside with a sharp tear of fabric.

Reynolds didn't bother with foreplay. He shoved two fingers into her without warning, his knuckles grinding against her inner walls as Emily's thighs trembled. "Fuck, she's *dripping*," he growled, curling his fingers in a way that made her toes curl. Emily's protest died on her lips—half-formed words that turned into breathless little gasps as Kevin replaced Reynolds' fingers with his own, scissoring her open while Reynolds unbuckled his belt with his free hand.

Garrett released her wrists only long enough to shove her forward onto her knees, the booth's leather cold against her bare stomach. Emily clutched at the seat cushions, her nails digging into the upholstery as Reynolds gripped her hips from behind. There was no gentle push—just one brutal thrust that buried him to the hilt, stretching her in a way that burned. Emily's cry was swallowed by Kevin's mouth as he kissed her roughly, his fingers tangling in her hair to hold her still.

She should've hated it. Should've recoiled from the way Garrett's calloused hands groped her breasts while Reynolds pounded into her from behind, his sweat dripping onto her back. But when Kevin broke the kiss to bite her collarbone, Emily realized with dizzying clarity that her hips were rocking back to meet Reynolds' thrusts, her body betraying her shameful arousal.

Kevin smirked against her skin, his fingers sliding between her legs to rub her clit in tight circles. "See?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "You love this." Emily shook her head again—weakly this time—as another wave of pleasure crested through her. Garrett laughed, twisting her nipples hard enough to make her whimper. "Listen to that," he taunted, his thumb pressing against her lower lip. "Sounds like *yes* to me."

Emily's vision blurred when Reynolds suddenly pulled out, flipping her onto her back with bruising ****. The booth's leather stuck to her sweat-slick skin as Garrett hauled her legs over his shoulders, his thick fingers spreading her open for Reynolds to thrust back inside. The angle was deeper now—unbearably so—and Emily's fingers scrabbled at the seat cushions, her moan loud enough to drown out the club's bassline.

Kevin didn't let her catch her breath. He gripped her jaw, forcing her mouth open as he fed his cock between her lips. Emily gagged, tears pricking at her eyes, but Kevin just tightened his grip in her hair. "Suck," he ordered, his hips rocking forward until she felt him hit the back of her throat. The salt-bitter taste of him flooded her senses, mixing with the champagne still clinging to her tongue.

Reynolds' pace grew erratic, his hands leaving bruises on her thighs as he neared his climax. Emily could feel Garrett's fingers digging into her hips, holding her steady as Reynolds fucked her through his orgasm with rough, jerking thrusts. The heat of his release inside her sent an unexpected jolt through her own body—a traitorous pulse of pleasure that made her clench around him involuntarily.

Emily's gasp was lost in the wet slide of Kevin's cock against her tongue as Reynolds pulled out with a groan, his release dripping down her thighs. Before she could catch her breath, Garrett was dragging her up by the hips, flipping her onto all fours with a roughness that made the leather squeak. His hands—broad and calloused—spread her cheeks apart, his thumbs pressing against her tighter entrance. Emily stiffened, her stomach lurching. "*No*—"

The protest dissolved into a sharp cry as Garrett thrust into her without warning, the stretch burning in a way that made her toes curl against the seat cushions. Kevin chuckled darkly above her, gripping her hair to yank her head back. "You wanted to be *used*, didn't you?" His other hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her clit despite the awkward angle, rubbing tight circles that sent sparks up her spine. Emily's moan was muffled against Kevin's thigh, her body betraying her as she rocked back against Garrett's relentless thrusts.

Reynolds leaned over her from behind, his whiskey-sour breath hot against her ear as he squeezed her bouncing breasts. "Look at her," he growled, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her whimper. "Taking it like a fucking *pro*." Emily shook her head—or tried to—but Kevin's grip in her hair held her still, forcing her to meet Reynolds' gaze as Garrett's hips snapped forward, driving deeper with every thrust.