Chapter 4: On His Lap

Mia’s body still quivered from the onslaught, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat and the mingled essence of the three men who had claimed her so ruthlessly. The air in the cabin hung heavy, saturated with the raw scent of sex—musky arousal blended with the faint tang of pine from the cracks in the walls. Her knees ached from the hard floor, rope burns pulsing like embers on her wrists and ankles, but beneath the pain lingered an unwelcome heat, a throbbing echo in her core that whispered of forbidden thrills. She lay curled on the rough planks, chest heaving, trying to catch her breath as tears streaked her cheeks. Alex’s eyes bored into her from across the room, his bound form rigid in the chair, gag muffling his anguished grunts. The bulge in his pants betrayed his body’s confusion, mirroring her own shameful response.

Jax circled her like a wolf savoring its kill, his cock still semi-hard and glistening from her. He wiped himself casually on her discarded sundress, a smirk playing on his scarred lips. “Look at her, boys. Fucked out already, but that pussy’s still twitching. Bet she’s ready for more.” Rafe laughed, zipping up his jeans but leaving his shirt off, his lean muscles flexing as he stretched. Tor, ever the silent one, simply nodded, his massive frame casting a shadow over her as he adjusted the spreader bar, loosening it slightly but not removing it. Her legs remained parted, vulnerable, cum trickling down her thighs in slow, sticky rivulets.

“Time to make it personal,” Jax said, his voice dripping with malice. He hauled Mia up by her collar, the leather digging into her throat as she stumbled to her feet. Her breasts bounced with the motion, nipples still sensitive and swollen from their pinches and sucks. She whimpered, legs wobbling like a newborn fawn, but Jax’s grip steadied her—cruelly, possessively. Rafe grabbed her bound arms from behind, marching her toward Alex’s chair. Alex’s eyes widened, his struggles renewing as he thrashed against the ropes, the chair creaking ominously but holding fast.

Before they began, Rafe grinned wickedly and tied a dirty rag over Alex’s eyes, blindfolding him to heighten his torment. “Listen close, hubby,” he whispered harshly into Alex’s ear, the hot breath sending shivers down Mia’s spine as she watched. “We’re gonna feed your slut while we fuck her—make her moan around bites of our dinner, her juices mixing with the gravy. You’ll smell it all, hear every sloppy suck and squirt, but you won’t see a damn thing.” The scents of the stew simmering on the stove—rich venison, earthy potatoes, thick gravy—wafted stronger now, blending with the musk of arousal, making Mia’s mouth water despite herself.

“No ... please, not like this,” Mia begged, her voice hoarse from screams and moans. But her body, traitorous as ever, responded to the proximity of her husband—the familiar scent of his cologne cutting through the haze of lust, stirring a twisted longing. Jax positioned her in front of Alex, facing away, her ass brushing against her husband’s lap. She felt the hard ridge of his erection through his pants, a silent admission that twisted the knife deeper.

“Straddle him, slut,” Jax commanded, guiding her legs over Alex’s bound ones. The spreader bar made it awkward, her thighs stretching wide as she lowered onto his lap. Alex groaned into his gag, his hips bucking involuntarily as her weight settled, her slick pussy pressing against the fabric of his jeans. Mia’s breath hitched, the contact sending sparks through her—a cruel tease of intimacy amid the violation.