Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  Then I hear a light moan. I silence my steps and peek around the doorway to the bedroom. There she is.

  And fuck.

  The gorgeous Caroline—bare, nude, legs spread wide on the bed right in front of me, enraptured in her throes of self-stimulated passion. I watch with hungry eyes as her fingers plunge deep into her soaked cunt.

  Holy fucking hell, is that hot.

  I lean against the door frame silently, appreciating the fact that her eyes are shut tight while she fucks herself. She bites her lip as she rubs furiously at her clit, and it suddenly dawns on me that she’s rather inexperienced in the ways of the body. She seems to be having difficulty finding her release.

  Her mouth begins to form brief words between her moans, and I notice a few particular names.

  Our names.

  Fuck.

  She’s thinking about us, her seven captors. This makes me so fucking hard it takes all of my self-control not to rush into the room and show her exactly how good I can make her feel. Instead, I remain in the doorway, arms crossed over my chest as I enjoy the show.

  Her body begins to tighten up, finally working up to the release she’s been desperately seeking, and I can’t help myself. I interrupt her with a gentle but stern cough.

  She yelps and grabs for the blanket, covering herself from my gaze as if I haven’t already had more than a full drink of that body.

  “Oh my god, I didn’t hear you come in, what are you doing here, what did you see, please go aw—” She stumbles through her words in a single exasperated, flushed gasp.

  She finally manages a deep, clearing breath. “Do I not get any privacy in here?”

  “Hmm…not quite, no. I came to see how you were enjoying your stay and amenities, of which did not come cheap, and here I find you abusing your comforts more than we really expected.” I smile. I’m not actually upset; far from it, in fact. I just want to toy with her. Make her my own.

  “It seems we may need to solidify our expectations then? Maybe just take this door here off?” But I don’t. Instead, I kick it shut as I make my way further into her room.

  She says silent, staring as she clutches her blanket to her chest.

  “It’s not so bad, though,” I say as I walk to the edge of her bed. “You are free to leave, but if you did we would be obligated to let your father know—and let his fate ride on your shoulders as well. Where would you go but home? And judging by what I heard of his previous actions, he’s more than willing to put your neck on the line to save his.”

  “I don’t care about my father…he’s a bad man,” she says, her voice quivering slightly.

  “I’m a bad man too, you know,” I say with a devilish grin.

  Her eyes narrow as she studies me curiously. She seems intrigued by something in my voice. “How bad are you?”

  My mouth curls more as I flip the side of my silken suit jacket back and lean further onto the bed. Her eyes suddenly dart all over my outfit, realizing exactly who she’s dealing with. This suit alone costs more than any money she’s seen in a month, I’m sure of that.

  “How about I show you?” I say as I grasp the blanket, ready to pull it from her naked form.

  Just as I have her in the palm of my hand, all to myself, the front door to her room opens, and the other six funnel in one by one.

  Chapter 8

  Caroline

  My eyes fly to the doorway of my room where the other six of my captors are standing, arms crossed, eyes zeroed in on Arsen as he hovers over me.

  “What the fuck, man?” Ares says, stalking forward ahead of the rest. “You plan on coming in here and having her all to yourself?”

  Arsen gives me a long, lingering stare, his eyes dark and dilated with lust.

  I can’t believe he caught me fingering myself. And now all seven of them are standing there with wild, ravenous looks on their gorgeous faces.

  While I’m sitting here vulnerable in my bed, nothing separating my aching, throbbing, naked body from them except a gauzy thin sheet.

  Arsen turns to Ares. “What if I was?”

  Ares smirks. “You weren’t.”

  I look back and forth between the two in confusion. But he was, wasn’t he? He saw me moaning and writhing in pleasure, and came right in, looking like he was ready to devour me.

  Justin steps forward. “You wouldn’t have told me you were coming here if you wanted to do this alone.”

  My eyes widen when a flicker of amusement crosses Arsen’s face. As if what Justin and Ares are saying is true.

  Then the words register. Do what alone?

  “You caught me,” Arsen laughs. “But it worked. Here you are.”

  I look around the room at my seven captors. It’s obvious what they’re thinking. Their eyes are wild, almost crazed with desire as they talk.

  I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t felt every last bit of sexual tension that’s been building between all of us. But just what exactly are they wanting to do to me?

  My pussy throbs. I feel a gush of wetness between my thighs as I imagine all seven of them descending down on me, using my body to get what they want. Doing whatever they want to me.

  Tying me up.

  Making me come.

  Fucking me.

  A tiny moan escapes my lips at the images flashing through my mind. And suddenly all eyes are back on me.

  The seven of them slowly stalk toward the bed, and I start to feel an electric fire ignite in my body, starting right from my swollen clit. They surround me, like I’m their prey. I’m trapped as they circle the bed…there’s nowhere for me to go.

  And I fucking love it.

  Arsen is still the closest to me. My eyes focus on his lips for a second. My tongue flicks out to lick my bottom lip, imagining all the things he could do to me with that mouth.

  “Okay, Caroline,” he says with a taunting smile, “drop the sheet.”

  I don’t know what came over me but something in his tone excites me.

  It’s like all these filthy thoughts I’ve had about my captors suddenly spiral out of control and I want to do exactly as they say. My nipples harden when I see the anticipation on each of their faces.

  They want this just as much as I do. I know I shouldn’t do this. I’ve been such a good girl all my life.

  I’m completely inexperienced when it comes to sex, but I want it. I want to know. I want these seven sexy men to show me exactly what I’ve been missing.

  Meeting each of their heated stares in turn, I give them a naughty little smile, then drop the sheet.

  My legs are still spread wide and my pussy is soaked. Coated with my juices from when I was only imagining them. And now gushing with more as their gazes turn dark and dangerous.

  Unable to stop myself, fingers run up my inner thighs, scooping up some of my cum on my fingers as I continue upward; my palms running up the curves of my body as I do so.

  When my hands reach my heavy, aching tits, I coat my nipples in the cum and circle my fingers around the hardened buds. Another moan escapes my lips.

  A chorus of groans and fucks and murmurs of my name runs through the crowd, making me even hotter. My pussy is pink and swollen, my nipples hardened to points. I watch all their faces as I continue to caress and pinch my nipples, loving the ravenous looks on my captors' faces.

  And then Arsen’s right in front of me, hungry and hard. I gasp in surprise against his mouth as he grabs my knees and pushes them apart. He’s so close, and I arch into him, wanting to feel a man’s touch, needing some relief from the pressure in my pussy that’s already climbing to heights I’ve never experienced.

  “Please,” I moan.

  Waiting for a beat, he stares at my glistening pussy that’s right there. All he’d have to do is—

  Oh fuck.

  He reaches down and swipes his fingers through my sticky cum, then leans in, his mouth a breath away from mine. His tongue darts out and strokes my bottom lip and then my top. He teases my clit with his cum-coated finger, and I moa
n softly in response.

  When he pulls back, he uses two fingers to gather up more of my cum and then he lifts it to his mouth and sucks every last bit off. My mouth falls open.

  That has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. My clit throbs, and I wonder if it’s possible just to come without anyone even touching me.

  I see that the others are all watching us silently, and I'm stunned. I can tell by their expressions that these men won’t be satisfied by devouring me only with their eyes. They want a taste too.

  I spread my legs further, ready to let them do what they want with me, but what they have in mind takes me completely by surprise. The men all reach for me at once.

  Arsen, Ares, Justin and Marshall grab my arms and legs and spread me out on the bed, holding me there while Apollo moves in with long strips of silk that I didn’t notice before.

  I gasp. Oh my god. They’re going to tie me up, make me their prisoner in every way.

  And I should resist. I should fight it. I should writhe, and kick and scream to get away from these powerful men.

  But I don’t want to.

  I know they could overpower me if I resist. They could have their way with me and take advantage of me with their strength and position.

  And I want them to.

  While the four men hold me down, Apollo ties me to the four-poster bed, Samuel and Kaden watching. When he’s finished, the others step back and watch while he runs his hands all over my body. I sink into the soft mattress, letting the sensations take over me.

  His hands are rough and hard, contrasting against my soft, smooth torso. I love the feeling of those hands on me, holding my waist as his lips dip down toward my body.

  He captures one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks it between his lips. He bites down, trapping it between his teeth and flicks his tongue over the tip, making me gasp again. The others are circled around the bed.

  I look over and Justin is standing next to me. I can’t reach him, I can’t do anything but lie there and let them do what they want to me.

  I imagine sliding my hands up his sides and over his hard body, curling into his shirt and tugging him down toward me. Maybe he sees it in my eyes because he descends on me, his lips claiming mine, his hands gripping the sides of my face. I open my mouth for him invitingly, eagerly sucking his tongue.

  Then he pulls away, leaving me panting, and I watch him lick his way down my body with his mouth, tasting my skin all the way down to my thighs. I shiver under his warm, wet mouth, my legs falling open for him.

  He kisses the inner curve of my leg and sucks on my skin, raking his teeth gently over the sensitive flesh. Then my world comes completely undone when he runs his tongue up my slit and flicks it over my clit.

  “Yes,” I cry out loudly. Justin grins between my legs at my reaction.

  “She’s responsive,” he says as he slides his fingers inside me, “And wet.” He dips his head down for another taste. “And so fucking delicious.”

  I buck against his mouth, my body responding instinctively. The sensations running through me are like nothing I’ve ever experienced. And this is just two of these men having a taste of me. What more will the seven of them do to me?

  I don’t have to wait long to find out because the next thing I know they’re all descending on me at once.

  Someone takes my hand and kisses my wrist, making his way down my arm. I curl my hand in thick hair. Another set of lips is on my side, slowly licking and sucking their way up to my nipple. I don’t know who is where, and at this point, I don’t care.

  I want them all.

  More hands pull my legs further apart, exposing me fully when Justin lifts his head again to watch me. Their hungry, needy growls go straight to my clit, and I throb and pulse with the hot, wet need to be filled.

  Justin starts to pump his fingers faster inside of me and all the sensations mix into full body pleasure. When Kaden moves in to make slow circles around my clit with his tongue, while Justin never slowing his rapid thrusts, I have to gasp for air.

  “I need to taste you for myself,” Samuel says and kisses me hard. He nibbles on my bottom lip and then pushes his tongue into my mouth, swirling it around my own. The relentless barrage of lips, tongues, and hands leaves me feeling delirious.

  As Kaden continues to suck on my clit and flick his tongue over it rhythmically, I can already feel the heat building up in my body. Justin’s fingers drum against my inner walls maddeningly, stroking me just right, hitting all the right places.

  I writhe in pleasure. I’m a prisoner to these men and the bonds. I’m spread wide for them, tied to the four bedposts, ready to be ravaged and claimed.

  I’ve never been so vulnerable. And I’ve never wanted anything more.

  I moan into Samuel’s mouth now, and he greedily fucks my mouth with his tongue.

  All my captors are working together to drive me toward the edge of insanity. Fourteen hands, seven tongues, all taking control of my body. It’s a chaotic assault on my senses, and it’s making me lose my mind.

  I turn my head to the side suddenly as I feel the little throbs in my pussy begin to build. Heat coils tight and as my pussy clamps down on Justin’s fingers, my clit pulsates in Kaden’s mouth.

  Mouths on my tits, biting and sucking, hands in my hair, more hands gripping my ass. Everything is coming together, reaching a crescendo of pleasure that I didn’t know could exist.

  “Ah, you’re going to make me come!”

  Marshall’s teeth nip at my ear and then he speaks, his voice low and sexy.

  “That’s the idea. Don’t make us wait any longer. Come for us. Now.”

  Hearing those words is all it takes. Knowing that all eyes are on me sends me hurtling over the edge of ecstasy. My hips rise up from the bed as the intense ripples of pleasure tear through my body like wildfire, igniting every nerve, making me come harder than I ever have in my life.

  “Fuck, baby, you’re so hot when you come.”

  I don’t know who says it. I don’t care. I’m too lost in the way they’re making me feel.

  My mouth drops open and I scream, my pussy convulsing around Justin’s fingers, my whole body quaking with the intensity of that orgasm. They don’t stop their assault until I collapse against the bed again, boneless, my skin still buzzing in the afterglow.

  They each straighten up and step back, watching my body twitching with aftershocks.

  I can’t believe what they just did to me. I’m tied up, their prisoner, and there’s no way I could escape, even if I wanted to.

  But they aren’t finished. In fact, the looks on their faces make it clear they’re only just getting started.

  I swallow hard, panting, my skin flushed with the rush of blood racing through my body. I look at each of my seven captors, gazing first on their eyes, but then falling lower.

  To their cocks.

  Which are all visible beneath their clothes, straining and begging to be freed. They look fucking huge.

  I’m paralyzed with anticipation and ridiculously turned on. I’ve done this to them. I’ve made them insane with lust. They want to fuck me just as badly as I want them to.

  It’s almost surreal. I’ve kept myself a virgin for this long. And now I’m ready to give each of these men anything they want to take from me.

  The only thing is…only one of them can be the one. Only one can be first. How am I supposed to decide something like that?

  I watch, licking my lips, struggling against my restraints for a better look—even though I don’t want to be released—as they all free their cocks from their pants.

  “Oh god…”

  It’s a combination of a greedy moan and a cry of praise to the sex gods. Because holy fucking hell, these men have the biggest cocks I’ve ever seen.

  I swear, their cocks have to be 12 inches each. And they’re looking at me with a glint in their eyes that tells me exactly what they want to do with them.

  They advance on me again, and I’m so ready to
finally know what it’s like to be stuffed full of cock, but I cry out.

  “Wait!”

  They pause, their eyes darkening menacingly. These men won’t be denied.

  “Blindfold me,” I say in a rush. “I want to be fucked. By all of you. But I don’t want to know who’s first.”

  Growls and groans echo in the room, telling me they like what I’ve said. A lot. Their thick and long cocks are bulging and straining with desire. Every single one beaded with pre-cum that I desperately want to taste.

  I try to memorize how fucking gorgeous their cocks are. Because the next thing I know, Apollo’s taking the lead and blindfolding me with another one of the strips of silk he brought along.

  The soft, cool fabric is a contrast against my burning skin. And then everything goes dark. All my senses are magnified in the absence of my vision. Every sound, every touch, every smell.

  It’s wild and raw and savage in here as the seven men descend on me yet again.

  “Think you’re going to be able to handle all of us after all?” someone says to me. Maybe Arsen?

  I don’t respond. Instead, I thrust my hips, begging and inviting these men to fuck me. I feel my legs being untied, but my bonds on my wrists stay firmly in place.

  Hands are on my legs, caressing me as I’m spread wide. Fingers take turns dipping into my pussy and spreading my cum everywhere. It’s all over my legs, my ass, and now my tits and face as they all paint me with my own cum.

  I’m wet and sticky, and it’s never felt so good.

  Then two strong hands grip my hips, pulling me down the bed until my arms are drawn tight against my restraints. One of my seven sinners takes his massive cock and runs the head of it through my dripping pussy lips.

  I sigh because it feels so heavenly to have such a long hard cock finally on my pussy, the wide head running through my folds, spreading my juices everywhere.

  This is it. I’m about to be fucked for the first time.

  There’s no going back from this.

  And I don’t fucking want to.

  My thighs are pinned to the bed by someone, but somehow I’m able to wrap my legs around his waist to bring his body closer toward me.