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Laying in the huge bed, I pretend to be asleep. Tank’s heavy footsteps sound loudly up the hallway to his room. My heart feels as though it’s going to explode from my chest. I hear the door open and close. Tank says nothing as he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. The shower sounds, then silence, and then I can hear him running the bath.
Why would he shower, then take a bath?
The door opens, light slices through the darkness, and I close my eyes. His weight hits the bed and the mattress sags and creaks in protest.
“I know you’re awake.”
My pulse quickens, but I say nothing. A hand lands on my waist but still I keep up my pretense.
“Cherry, this is going to happen. You belong to me, and I aim to claim you.”
Terrified, I throw my legs over the side of the bed, but Tank drags me back, laying on top of me. His erection is hard against my stomach.
“This can go two ways. The easy way where I try to make it good for you or the hard and you won’t have a good time.”
“I’m not a virgin,” I blurt out.
Tank smiles. “But you are.”
“No.” I shake my head from side to side. “She lied.”
“Then this will go easier on you and there’s no need for me to be gentle.”
My mouth opens in protest, but he covers it with his own, forcing his tongue into my mouth, Tank kisses me then pulls back abruptly.
“Tank, please don’t.”
“I’ve been patient. I let you have time to adjust, but this is how it’s going to be. You are going to submit. You’re going to be my queen.”
“No!”
Tank smiles. “Yes. I paid good money for you.”
He rolls off me and I stupidly think he has changed his mind. Tank walks over to the dresser with all of his clothes in it and pulls out something red, then he comes back to the bed and sits on the side of it. I scramble to get away, but he grabs my wrist and fastens a satin red tie to it.
“I’m going to tie you to the bed, Cherry. I don’t believe you when you say you’re not a virgin, but even if you aren’t, I’m going to try to be gentle.”
“Tank, please−”
His hand covers my mouth, and he stuffs another piece of material into it. Methodically, as though he’s done this before, he ties the red satin to both my wrists, then to the bed frame.
Tank stands next to the bed; his erection is huge and glistening in the dim light. I watch as he walks back to the dresser and pulls out a small packet, opens it with is teeth then rolls a condom over his cock.
He’s all muscle with the club’s logo tattooed across his back with tribal running down both arms. Reaching down, he plucks the material out of my mouth.
“You can scream, cry, do whatever you need to do but no one is coming to help you. Do you understand?”
“Tank, please.” I beg.
“Do you understand?” he repeats in a firmer tone.
“Y-yes.”
Tank smiles and runs a hand from my neck, down my body, to my pussy. On instinct, I cross my legs and try to roll away from him. Tugging on my restraints, I try to get loose, but there’s no escape.
Tank kneels on the bed, rolls me back over and positions himself between my legs. “If you kick me, I’ll leave you tied up to the bed and let my brothers use you one by one.”
