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  Table of Contents

  Copyright

  Roulette

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  A Letter

  Bio

  Coming Soon

  Contents

  Copyright

  Roulette

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  A Letter

  Bio

  Coming Soon

  Roulette

  By Sophie Haas

  Copyright ©Sophie Haas 2017

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Amy Ridgefield's life is spiralling out of control and has been for the past couple of years, ever since she lost her stepbrother. She hasn't quite hit her rock bottom but she seems to be getting closer.

  They call themselves the Dog Pound. Trust fund babies who spend more time in depravity than anyone she knows and she inherited them upon her brother's death. They call it Roulette. Pick a number and you indulge in a decadent night of sex. Amy's pick is more than decadent. She doesn't know who he is thanks to a blindfold but he awakens things within her with his domination. Things she's tried to deny for a few years now.

  If her life was out of her control before, it certainly is now because he takes what she willingly relinquishes. The only question is: how far is she willing to go?

  Roulette contains BDSM elements. There’s a lot of delicious fuckery going on so this book is intended for readers over the age of 18.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Epilogue

  Copyright

  Bio

  Coming Soon

  Chapter 1

  And so...

  I find you sitting naked on the bed, soft moans coming from you as you touch yourself. Imagining it is me playing with your pretty pussy, kneeling between your spread legs as I lick you. Oh yes, I’m licking you, aren’t I? Tongue inside you as you play with your aching clit. With my hands holding you open, I suck the sensitive flesh like it’s the sweetest, juiciest peach. I taste you, your cunt ready for me, aching for my cock. I work you with my mouth, your cries spilling from you as you rub those juices on my face showing me how hungry you are for my cock. You beg me, plead to come until it’s mindless pleasure as I fill you with my tongue, fuck you with it, suck your clit, bite that ripe berry until you scream for me, come for me. I drink down your cum as you ache and writhe for my cock. Oh to have my cock in you, fucking you. As you want me to.

  As you need me to.

  As you crave me to.

  Because you know my cock is what will make you come like you never have before. My cum is what you want filling you. And we will come, love. Oh how we will come. Let me fill you, fuck you, sate us. Let it be me because I know, love. I know what you need...

  4

  The letter resting on the bed held my full attention, all of my imagination, while grabbing hold of my fantasies. There was still time to change my mind. Nobody knew I was participating in one of Lash’s debauched parties by picking a letter. Instead, I gave the room a nervous look before placing one knee on the bed.

  Thanks to two shots of Lash’s expensive tequila, I was naked in one of his guest rooms with the intention of having sex with...whomever. That very tequila is what got me into this mess in the first place.

  A couple of weeks ago when Lash had brought up this night, I may have mentioned I was somewhat interested in coming, no pun intended. Granted my comment may have been voiced thanks to copious amounts of shots of his tequila and one of Five’s little pills, but those had worn off a long time ago. I’d been sober when I walked through Lash’s front door. Okay, maybe there had been a couple of shots of liquid courage but I was a bit outside my comfort zone.

  Amy, what the fuck are you doing? There was still no answer to the question I’d been asking myself the entire drive over. I had no idea what I was doing. Everything felt like it was spinning out of control and I had no idea how to grab it back. More importantly, I didn’t seem to be trying. I was like the memes: stamped over my face was zero fucks.

  Easing my second knee on the bed, I bent forward, my ass up in the air as I pondered the letter, my nose inches from the paper. Lash called his parties pussy roulette. The rules were pretty simple. There were five envelopes with my name on them and in them various offers of sex. Also included was a numbered card that I stuck on the door of the offer I chose. I wouldn’t know whose envelope I picked was until they walked through the door. The guy could be in the group that was self-named the Dog Pound, for some asinine reason, or one of Lash’s acquaintances.

  Number four’s envelope had been the second one I read. I hadn’t read any further.

  I don’t know if it was fear that had made me stop there. Fear that if I read any more offers of guys who wanted to fuck I’d go home. Fear I’d fuck all of them.

  Anonymous sex. An excuse to forget about reality. The booze and Five’s pills weren’t doing the trick. I was so tired of reality and this was as far away as I could get from my reality. Desperation brought me here.

  I re-read the words again and again, the different voices of the guys began to whisper through my imagination as I tried to figure out who four was. I didn’t know if I wanted him to be one of the Dog Pound or someone else. The idea of an utter stranger and me having sex made me feel a little nauseous so I went with the familiar.

  Jesus, the words were getting to me. Bracing one hand on the mattress, I slid the shaking fingers of my right hand between my legs. I was wet as I envisioned each of the guys lying beneath me as they ate me out one at a time.

  I started with the heartbreakingly beautiful, tragically broken Mason Henderson, or as he was known – Five because he was the fifth Mason Henderson in his family tree. The inner voice had a scratchy quality to it as if he was unused to talking, his body ravaged by whatever garbage he put into it. I couldn’t see him being sober enough to even think of the eloquent words. But that didn’t stop my imagination from pulling him into the fantasy.

  It was shockingly easy.

  My breathing grew heavy, my fingers massaging slow circles over my clit. His raspy voice on those wicked words? Small gasps escaped while my free hand fisted on the covers, my other hand growing slick. Five never rushed and the thought of how slow he’d lick then fuck? Never had I masturbated to thoughts of him. He was too damaged, too much of a mess and yet right now? My pussy spasmed with a hot clench of
need.

  From Five my brain transitioned to Torrell Marks. The selfish player was all about the quick fuck. Gorgeous and spoiled. I didn’t have a lot of use for Torr but that didn’t stop my hips from bucking as I worked my swollen clit.

  Wellsley Darling.

  Just thinking his name had me crying out. My hips twisted, cream spilling over my fingers while my toes clenched. Wells was an asshole. An utter asshole. He was as far from his last name as a person could get. The unmitigated leader of our group was too cruel to be gorgeous but there was something about him that made women look. Some inner power that radiated out.

  Fuck. Oh fuck. The idea of Wells holding me open as he devoured me nearly had me coming. My heart didn’t care that he was a contemptuous human being, my pussy was too busy remembering how it felt to have him inside me.

  My arm buckled and I almost face planted. Settling back on my heels, I pushed two fingers into my hot cunt while my other hand grabbed my breast. That taunting voice, those hard eyes, watching me as he spoke how he would fuck me, fill me with his cum? When I already knew what it was like to be taken over by Wells?

  Fuck. Oh fuck. I was going to come. The bed drank down my cries as I fucked myself to thoughts of Wells like I had years ago. God. Jesus. For the first time in a long time, I let myself sink into an erotic fantasy of him: the hint of cruelty that was a permanent part of him, his inane sexuality. My body shook with the need to come, my pussy so wet at the thought of what he could do my response trickled down my wrist. Wells. Fucking Wells. Being fucked by him.

  But there was one more. One...

  Joshua Laschva.

  A soft grunt came from me and my pussy clamped tight, the orgasm spilling hotly through me.

  Inked and bad, Lash was gorgeous. Like beyond gorgeous. Beyond an asshole too. The words on the paper were almost too sweet for him but the thought of being fucked by him apparently appealed to my vagina.

  Holy fuck.

  I knew the letter wasn’t him. It was too...it was too much about me and that’s not the way he rolled. Women were objects to him. A game. My hormones didn’t seem to give a shit.

  I was masturbating to the men of the Dog Pound. There was something wrong in that.

  And yet...for the first time in a long time I didn’t feel dead inside.

  The dim room shifted to darkness as a blindfold descended over my eyes. When I reached up to touch it, my wrist was caught and my hand lowered back between my legs. My breathing hitched at the damp arousal coating my fingers. Knowing that he was in the room heightened everything. The back of my neck grew hot while butterflies cavorted in my stomach. The slick flesh of my pussy felt even more sensitive, my fingers exploring languidly as if I had never touched myself before. I caressed the swollen lips, loving the sensation of how wet I was becoming and my breath sighed out shakily. My clit tingled and throbbed with need, my hips responding to my touch. When I brushed over that hungry knot of nerves, my head fell back, a soft moan escaping. His grip tightened on my wrist, reminding me of his presence. It was impossible to forget the heated hold as I teased my clit, sending cream dripping from my cunt.

  The slow release of his touch made me whimper even as I continued to torment that swollen bud. Oh fuck, it felt so good. He was silent but I felt his presence like an added touch. I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. Suck me. Bite me. Fuck me. Everything he had mentioned in that note. Just thinking about his words made me shudder and rub against my fingers with more need burning me from the inside out. So wet. I was so wet, the warm fluid trickled over my fingers, down my thighs.

  Something brushed over my left thigh then tightened to the point it made me gasp, making my hips jerk and my pussy spasm. My free hand slid down. I felt a band around my thigh and I began to shake. The tip of a finger slid into a cool circle. He caught my left hand and a snug weight was wrapped around my wrist. Lifting my hand, I sniffed and smelled leather. Oh Jesus. Oh shit. A cuff. That was a bondage cuff. A shaky moan escaped and I damn near came over my fingers as my right hand began to rub harder, faster. Gasps escaped. He attached a cuff to my left ankle, my right one, and then my other thigh. I was going to come feeling the leather tight on me. Heat spread through me, my cunt rubbing and pumping over my shaking hand.

  I know what you need. That’s what he had written and from the way my body was responding, he was right. A hand curled around my neck, holding me against him and his hand joined in getting me off. I was beyond wet now. Drenched as I responded to what was about to happen. I was going to come. He caught my hand and wrenched it away. My body jerked against his, need hot and heavy in my cunt.

  A cuff was bound around my right wrist. Against my ass, through the rough denim of his jeans, I felt the shape of his erection. The hard swell of his cock snug against the crack had thoughts of him fucking me there dancing in my mind. A tiny whimper escaped as I pressed into him.

  I needed him to fuck me. Ass, cunt, mouth - I didn’t care as long as it meant his cock was inside me somewhere with the intention of pumping his cum into me, just as he had promised. “Please,” I whispered into the quiet laced with the promise of sex.

  Instead, he took my hand and returned it to my pussy. My moan filled the room at the swollen slickness of my clit. My fingers worked that one spot as hard as I could. The leather added to the sensations: smooth against my skin, the edge scraping when my hips would pump forward. When my hips slammed back I felt his cock, hidden but there. So much. Too much. The orgasm erupted from me. My cry shattered into the room as over my fingers I came in a rush of liquid need, my ass circling over him in an attempt to get him inside me.

  Hands rested on my hips, pushing me down. I slid down his body until my quivering thighs rested against my calves, cunt still shuddering from orgasm. Two tiny clicks broke through my spinning brain and when I went to move, I found I couldn’t. He had, somehow, clipped the thigh cuffs to the ankles. Bound. The word whispered through me as molten need spread through my body.

  He slid his hands up my thighs, over the cuffs pressing into me, to my belly that still jerked and trembled from my orgasm. Up he caressed to my breasts and a shaky sound escaped. He squeezed and shaped me before he clamped down onto my swollen nipples like a bear trap. Whimpers building up in my throat, I arched against him, his erection in the middle of my back. Harder and harder he squeezed until the pain melted into something intangible. I pressed into him, seeking more. The bite of fingernails in my nipples had me surging up only to be halted by my entrapped legs.

  The darkness blending into fog, he pulled and pinched with so much force little cries came from me. Cum trickled from my cunt, my hips fucking the air because it hurt so much it felt good. Better than good. Better than the best orgasm which had happened fifteen seconds ago.

  My body melted away. From a distance I felt him fist my hair in his hand and yank my head back but it was all a dizzy mess. “Come,” he breathed against my ear, the order quaking through my body. From my ears to my brain to my heart to my belly and finally my cunt, that one word flowed through me and I came so hard I couldn’t cry out. A hand curled over my throat, holding me as the orgasm swamped me, leaving me breathless and dizzy.

  His grip untangled from my hair and pressed against my shoulder blades. Touch before and behind me, he lowered me so I was prone over my knees. The sheet was cool against my forehead and I shuddered. His hands gently slid over my body before he reached my left wrist and attached the cuff. He locked the other arm into place and my breaths were hot and fast.

  “Oh God,” I panted, his hands caressing over my ass, down my slick thighs then back up, stroking through the chilling fluid of my orgasm. I felt his thumbs at my cunt and the bed swallowed my gasps and he parted me like I was ripe fruit. The touch of his tongue licking swollen, tender flesh had me crying out. My body battled the cuffs that held me bound because it’s what he wanted.

  The man knew how to lick. Slow over the sensitive flesh, his touch holding me open. In his note he had mentioned eating
me like a peach and that’s exactly what he did. Laps and sucks, he tasted me, arousing me again. Still? I no longer knew.

  His tongue curled and licked around my clit until I was rocking into him. The firm grip laid bare how wet and aroused he made me. He sucked on my cunt, his tongue teasing but not slipping into me, and the thought of him drinking down the cum he drew forth made me spill more into him. Cries and moans were swallowed up by the bed as he feasted. A God of pussy eating. I rocked over the wet presence of his tongue, trying to navigate it inside me but he maintained control, holding it against my greedy cunt as he sucked and pulled.

  My mouth parted, my body strained and I screamed as I came for him. Only then did he tilt me and push that wicked tongue into me, slowly fucking me. I continued to spasm from the orgasm. Muscles strained to move but I was trapped. By him. For him.

  Fingers digging into my flesh, he licked from cunt to ass, his tongue and mouth slick from me. A long drawn out “aaah” came from me when he spread my ass checks with his firm hold and rimmed my anus with his tongue. Then a finger slowly pushed in and his mouth was back at my cunt.

  Invaded. The word bounced in my brain unable to stop ricocheting because he was everywhere. He worked his way through tight muscle while sliding that tongue into me like a shallow cock. He fucked me that way. Finger in my ass, tongue in my pussy. A finger worked its way in past his tongue and he began to suck my clit while that finger pushed in deep. My eyes snapped open when he hit that one magical spot. I screamed: fingers fucked, mouth sucked. The orgasm hollowed me out until I was sure there was nothing left.

  Amy was no more. Who I was now, I didn’t know. A whimper escaped as fingers slid free. I felt his touch from a distance as he ran his hand over each cuff. In that moment he could have spoken, given his name, and I wouldn’t hear him over my heart thundering in my ears.

  Could you die of orgasms? Because I was pretty sure my heart was going to explode right after my vagina.