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Ruined by the Pack(4)

They kept their word.Monday morning I woke up still in the apartment, still naked, still full. Someone had fucked me while I slept again—I could feel the fresh mess leaking out of me when I tried to close my legs. The sheets were ruined. So was I.The dark-haired one was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed and scrolling his phone. When he noticed my eyes open he reached over and pushed two fingers into my cunt without a word, testing how open I still was.“Good,” he said. “You’re staying soft for us.”I didn’t argue. I didn’t have the strength or the will. My body had stopped belonging to me somewhere between the seventh and ninth cock the day before. Now it only existed to take what they gave it.By noon the apartment was full again.Twelve men this time. Some I recognized. Some I didn’t. They didn’t bother with names. They only cared that I was already wet and still leaking yesterday’s loads when they walked through the door. One of them dropped a bag on the counter and p

Ruined by the Pack(5)

They stopped pretending I had any other life.Tuesday morning the dark-haired one took my phone, my keys, and the clothes I’d arrived in. He locked them in a drawer and told me I wouldn’t need them again. The collar stayed on. The leash stayed clipped. When I needed to move from room to room, someone held the end of it.I was the house toy now. They treated me like one.Breakfast was the same as everything else—on my knees, mouth open, waiting. One of them fed me bites of egg between thrusts down my throat. Another bent me over the counter and fucked me while the coffee finished brewing. I came with my cheek pressed to the cold marble, the leash pulled tight so I couldn’t lift my head. They only laughed and kept going until he filled me.By midday the apartment was full again.Fifteen men this time. Some regulars. Some new faces who’d heard about the girl who didn’t leave. They walked in, looked at the collar, and didn’t ask questions. One of them dropped a second bag on the table. In

Ruined by the Pack(6)

They stopped counting the days.Wednesday blurred into Thursday and I stopped trying to keep track. The collar never came off. The leash stayed clipped except when they wanted both hands free to hold me open. My phone stayed locked in the drawer. My old clothes stayed folded and forgotten. The apartment had become the only place that existed.They treated me like furniture that happened to get wet.Morning started the same way every time—someone already inside me when I woke, slow lazy thrusts while the rest of the house woke up around us. I came before I was fully conscious, shaking under whoever had claimed the first turn. He finished, pulled out, and left me leaking onto the sheets while the next one took his place.By the time I was allowed off the bed the living room was already filling up.Eighteen men today. Some I knew by the shape of their cocks more than their faces. Some were brand new, brought in by the regulars who’d been texting pictures of me all week. They walked in, s

Ruined by the Pack(7)

They stopped letting me sleep in the bed.Thursday night they put a thin mattress on the living-room floor and clipped the leash to a heavy ring they’d screwed into the wall. That was my place now—open, available, always within reach. When one of them wanted me he only had to walk over, unclip the leash or leave it on, and take whatever hole he felt like using.I woke up Friday morning with a cock already sliding into my cunt.Whoever it was fucked me slow and deep while the rest of the apartment woke up around us. I came before I was fully conscious, shaking under him, and he finished with a low groan before pulling out and leaving me leaking onto the mattress. The next one took his place before I could even close my legs.By midday the count was twenty.Men I knew and men I’d never seen before filled the living room. The regulars had been sending pictures and short videos all week—me on the table, me on the floor, me with the clamps and the plugs and the collar. The new ones walked

Ruined by the Pack(8)

Saturday arrived like a verdict.I woke on the mattress already full. Someone had taken me while I slept again—slow, deep thrusts that left a fresh load leaking out of me when I tried to move. The collar was still locked. The leash was still clipped to the wall. The clamps had been removed sometime in the night, but the faint purple marks on my nipples remained.They didn’t speak much that morning.The regulars moved around the apartment with quiet purpose, clearing space, ordering food, checking phones. I stayed exactly where they had left me—legs open, body used, waiting. When one of them walked past he would stop, push two fingers into me to check how soft I still was, then wipe the mess on my thigh or feed it to me without a word.By early afternoon the final group had arrived.Twenty-five men in total. Every face I had learned over the week and a handful of new ones brought in for the last day. The living room was packed. The air already smelled like skin and sweat and the consta

THREE DAYS IN HIS BED

The keys were heavier than they should have been.I stood on the wide stone steps of the address the agency had sent, staring up at the house like it might decide to reject me on sight. Three stories of glass and dark wood, all sharp angles and quiet money, set back from the road behind a gate that had slid open the second I typed in the code. The text had been simple: House-sit for three days. Owner traveling. Light cleaning, water the plants, make it look lived-in. Pay is good.I hadn’t expected this.My sneakers felt cheap against the polished floors as I stepped inside. The air was cool and faintly scented with something expensive—cedar, clean linen, and the ghost of cologne that didn’t belong to me. High ceilings. A staircase that curved like it had been designed just to make people look small. I set my duffel bag down by the door and kicked off my shoes out of habit, even though no one was here to care.“Just three days,” I whispered to the empty foyer. “Clean a little. Sleep. G

Three Days in His Bed(2)

My eyes flew open.For half a second I thought I was still dreaming—the fingers between my legs were too sure, too practiced, stroking along the softest part of me like they had every right to be there. Then the reality slammed into me.I wasn’t alone.A man was sitting on the edge of the bed, one knee bent, his body angled toward mine. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dark hair still slightly mussed from travel. He wore a white button-down with the sleeves rolled to the elbows and dark trousers that looked like they’d been slept in on a plane. His free hand rested near my hip. The other was the one currently sliding two fingers slowly through the wetness that had gathered while I slept.I scrambled backward on pure instinct, but the mountain of pillows trapped me. His hand didn’t leave me. He simply followed the movement, those fingers never losing contact, still stroking with deliberate, unhurried pressure.“Easy,” he said. His voice was low, rough from lack of sleep or long flights or both.

Three Days in His Bed(3)

I didn’t move.I couldn’t. My body still hummed from the orgasm he’d pulled out of me with nothing but his hand, and the order he’d left hanging in the air—Don’t put your clothes on—kept me exactly where I was. Naked. Legs still slightly open. Heart trying to climb out of my throat.The shower ran for a long time.When the water finally shut off, I heard the soft sounds of him moving around the ensuite—drawer, towel, the quiet click of a cabinet. Then the door opened and Liam stepped back into the bedroom.He wore only a pair of dark sweatpants hanging low on his hips. His hair was damp, pushed back from his face. Water still clung to his chest and the hard lines of his stomach. He looked even bigger like this. Broader. More real. The faint scent of his soap—clean, expensive, a little sharp—reached me across the room.He stopped at the foot of the bed and looked at me for a long moment. No smile. Just that same calm, assessing gaze that had watched me come apart earlier.“Still here,”

Three Days in His Bed(4)

I woke up alone.Sunlight cut across the bed in clean white lines. The sheets still smelled like him—soap, skin, sex. My body ached in places I hadn’t known could ache, a deep, pleasant soreness between my thighs that made me press them together just to feel it again.Liam was gone. The bathroom door stood open, the shower dry. Downstairs I heard the low clink of a mug, the quiet hum of the coffee machine.I sat up slowly. My clothes were still in a small pile on the floor where I’d dropped them yesterday. I left them there.I found one of his shirts in the walk-in closet—soft gray, long enough to hit mid-thigh—and pulled it on without buttoning it. The fabric smelled like him. I walked downstairs barefoot, the cool floors grounding me.He was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter in black sweatpants and nothing else, scrolling on his phone. Steam rose from a ceramic mug beside him. When he looked up, his eyes moved over me in a slow, deliberate sweep—from the open shirt, to the

Three Days in His Bed(5)

The third day arrived like a held breath.I woke before him for once, tangled in the gray sheets that now smelled more like us than anything else. Liam’s arm was heavy across my waist, his chest warm against my back, one of his thighs pushed between mine like even in sleep he needed to keep me open. I could feel the thick line of his cock against the curve of my ass, already half-hard.I should have been counting the hours until this ended. Instead I found myself pressing back against him, slow and deliberate, until a low sound rumbled in his throat and his hand slid up to cup my breast.“Greedy already,” he murmured against the back of my neck, voice rough with sleep. “Good.”He didn’t give me time to answer. He simply lifted my top leg, lined himself up, and pushed inside me in one deep, unhurried thrust. I was still wet from the night before—he hadn’t let me clean up properly—and the slide was filthy and perfect. He fucked me like that for a long time, lazy and deep, one hand pinch

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