Chapter 5 Ruined By My Ex's Uncle & His Friends

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View.

I woke up slowly in Marcus's warm black sheets. For a moment everything felt hazy, but then the shame slammed into me. I was the pathetic girl who had cried and begged while Ethan fucked Sarah. The worthless virgin who had decided to offer her body to him only to be thrown away like trash. 

And now I had let his uncle use me the very same night. My thighs still ached pleasantly, sore from being spread so wide the night before. I shifted under the sheets and felt a dull, warm throb between my legs which was a slick but sensitive reminder that I had cum harder than I ever had in my life, screaming for a man I barely knew.

The contrast made fresh humiliation wash over me. What kind of pathetic, desperate slut am I? I thought.

One rejection from Ethan and I had spread my legs for his uncle the same night. The shame burned hot in my chest, but it was mixed with something else now; a needy, fluttering feeling low in my belly.

On the bedside table sat a small white plate with two pills and a fresh glass of water. Next to them was a note written in neat, strong handwriting:

Take both. They will help you feel good and relaxed today. - Sir

I stared at the pills for a long moment while my heart was racing. A part of me, which was weak and lonely, that had always felt invisible craved the warm haze they would bring. It craved the way Marcus made me feel wanted, even if it was wrong.

I reached out the pills with my trembling fingers and swallowed both pills with the water.

The effect came faster this time. A warm, hazy glow spread through my veins, making my skin tingle and my worries melt away. Everything felt softer, and nicer. My body grew sensitive, especially my nipples and the place between my legs.

The heavy humiliation that had crushed me just moments ago began to fade. Ethan's cruel words and the image of him fucking Sarah grew all distant and blurry. I no longer cared how pathetic I had looked. The shame that had felt so sharp simply dissolved, replaced by a deep, needy warmth.

At that moment, Marcus walked into the room wearing only a pair of black pants that hung low on his hips. His powerful, muscular chest was now fully on display. It was broad, thick, and heavily defined from years of strength training. His shoulders were wide and imposing, tapering down to a strong, V-shaped torso with visible abs. The large black tattoo of a roaring lion on his left forearm seemed to come alive as his muscles flexed with every movement. A light dusting of dark hair covered his powerful pecs, trailing down in a thin line toward his waistband.

I wanted him then and there. I wanted to feel more of this fuzzy pleasure, more of Marcus's deep voice calling me a good girl, more of the feeling of being wanted, even if it meant being used. My thighs pressed together instinctively as a fresh wave of heat pulsed through my pussy. I wanted to become more obedient... just as long as Sir kept making me feel this good.

He smiled when he saw the empty plate, a look of quiet satisfaction crossed his sharp, masculine face. His deep brown eyes locked onto me with that same calm intensity that made my breath catch.

"Good Morning, Elena," he said, his deep voice sending a shiver through me.

The way he spoke my name felt so beautiful, rich, and possessive, like it belonged to him completely. No one had ever said "Elena" like that before. It made my chest flutter and my cheeks warm. For a brief second, I felt delicate and wanted instead of worthless.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Floaty..." I whispered honestly. "Warm."

He sat on the edge of the bed and cupped my face with one large hand. "Perfect. Today I want to show you off, Elena. My friends are having a small gathering at one of their houses. I want you to come with me."

My heart skipped. "Your... friends?"

He stroked my cheek with his thumb, his touch slow and gentle. "Yes. Just three of them. They are good men, close friends of mine. You don't have to be shy around them."

I bit my lip, feeling nervous. "But... what will they think of me?"

Marcus smiled calmly. "They will think you are a very pretty and obedient girl. That's all. They know how to treat a girl who listens well." He leaned closer, his deep voice soft but firm. "You want to make Sir happy, don't you?"

I nodded slowly, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Sir."

"Good girl," he said, brushing his thumb across my lower lip. "I promise you will feel good tonight. Just do as I say. Can you do that for me, Elena?"

"Yes, Sir," I answered again, already feeling the warmth spreading through me.

Marcus stood up and looked at me for a moment. "You don't have any clothes here. I will give you something to wear. Also you are not to wear your inner, especially your panties."

He walked to his closet and came back with one of his dark shirts and a short white skirt. The shirt was big on me, soft and well-worn. When I slipped it on, his strong masculine scent wrapped around my body like a warm hug. It smelled just like him which I secretly loved.

The white skirt was another story in total. It was very short, barely covering the top of my thighs. I didn't dare ask where it came from. It must have belonged to one of his ex-girlfriends. The thought made my face burn with embarrassment. Wearing another girl's clothes felt humiliating, like I was just the next girl in line. 

But I did not say a single word.

I simply pulled the skirt up and adjusted it with shaky hands. It was so short that if I bent over even a little, everyone would see everything. Still, I stayed quiet and looked up at Marcus obediently.

He ran his eyes over me slowly and smiled with satisfaction. "Good. You look much better like this. My scent on you... and easy access for later." He reached out and gently tugged the hem of the skirt down a tiny bit, but it did not help much. "My friends are going to like this."

I felt a mix of shame and strange excitement in my stomach, but I only nodded softly.

"Yes, Sir."

Marcus took my hand and led me out of the room. I felt extremely self-conscious walking through his apartment wearing only his oversized shirt and that tiny white skirt. Every step made the skirt ride up my thighs. I had to keep pulling it down with one hand, but it barely helped.

As we walked through the living room, a sudden wave of anxiety hit me, wondering about ethan. The thought of him seeing me like this, barely dressed and walking hand-in-hand with his own uncle made my stomach twist with a mix of fear and guilt. My heart started racing again but thankfully, he was nowhere to be seen.

The hallway was empty, and the elevator ride down was silent except for my own racing heartbeat. 

We got into Sir's car. The leather seat felt cool against my bare thighs. As soon as he started driving, the effects of the pills grew even stronger. My body felt hot and tingly. My nipples were hard and rubbed against the soft fabric of his shirt with every small movement. Between my legs, I was already getting wet again.

The car ride was quiet at first. Marcus drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting on my thigh, his big palm slowly stroking my skin. His touch was possessive and calm.

"You are nervous," he said, glancing at me. "That's okay. Just remember that you belong to me now. All you have to do is listen and be a good girl."

The short skirt had ridden up so high that his hand was almost touching my bare pussy. I felt so exposed, even inside the car. The thought of meeting three strange men while dressed like this made my stomach twist with embarrassment but a part of me was turned on, thinking about that. 

"Yes, Sir," I whispered. My voice sounded small and breathy.

Marcus squeezed my thigh gently. "Good. Spread your legs a little for me."

I obeyed without thinking, parting my thighs on the seat. His fingers moved higher until they brushed against my wet folds. I gasped softly. He did not push inside, just teased me lightly.

"Already so wet," he murmured with a small smile. "That's my girl."

The whole drive I sat with my legs open, his hand between my thighs, his scent all over me from the shirt. My mind felt floaty and empty. All I could focus on was pleasing Marcus... and the nervous, excited feeling of knowing I was going to be shown off to his friends.

By the time we reached the house, my heart was beating fast and my pussy was throbbing with need. 

The house was big and modern with low lighting and expensive furniture. When we arrived the three men were in the large living room watching a football match on TV. They all had bottles of beer in their hands. Many empty bottles were lying around on the table and floor. There was also some white powder on the table that looked like coke.

The first man I saw was a tall, broad-shouldered man in his early forties with short salt-and-pepper hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He had a powerful build and sharp green eyes that scanned over me slowly.

Next to him stood, slightly shorter but very muscular, with dark skin, a shaved head, and thick, strong arms covered in tattoos. His presence felt intense even when he was just sitting.

The third man was leaner than the others but still fit, with stylish dark hair, sharp cheekbones, and a calm, almost dangerous smile. He looked like he was in his late thirties and carried himself with quiet confidence.

All three turned to look at me as we walked in. Their eyes moved up and down my body. They stared at Marcus big shirt on me and the very short white skirt that barely covered my thighs.

"Elena, they are my friends. Victor, Damian and Lucas." Marcus announced, his big hand resting possessively on the back of my neck. "Guys, she's learning how to be a good girl. Be nice to her."