35. Soren
Chapter thirty-five
Soren
C aden steps between my spread thighs, wedging his body into the space, causing his boxers to rub against my wet and sensitive skin, sending a chill creeping up my spine. He smiles at me with an unsettling aura as he leans down, his lips only inches from mine, and whispers so that only I can hear, “Just because you're his first doesn't mean you're special. You're still just a toy to be used. That's all you were tonight, a hole to fuck so he could lose his virginity finally. ” His words struck a chord, causing tears to well up in my eyes as I scoot away, creating distance between us.
“Where are you going, Peach? I'm not finished with you yet. Pretty boy, grab our toy and take her to the playroom. I want her strung to the cross now. It's time for the real fun to begin.” Caden demands with a haughty tone and waving his hands dismissively.
He turns on his heels and strides down the far left hallway, leaving me vulnerable to Radley's advances. He flashes me a cocky grin, snatching my legs and pulling me against his body. Effortlessly, he lifts me and begins to head in the direction Caden just went. Reed follows behind us quietly, an uncertain expression gracing his handsome features, making my stomach churn with nerves. As we pass Drake, who returns with a wet towel in hand, he sighs and takes his position beside Reed.
We continue down the dimly lit hallway, where photographs of the men and their families adorn the walls, and four evenly spaced doors likely lead to their rooms. I will make a mental note to investigate later. I'm curious whether their rooms will provide any insight into the men they have become since I left all those months ago.
The sound of ‘Wicked Games by The Weekend' Filters through the open door. The air is thick with tension as we make our way to the end of the hallway, approaching a door that leads to a room illuminated in red and white.
I gulp audibly, overwhelmed by the anticipation of what lies behind that door. The realization that I may have made a grave mistake in striking this deal hits me as Radley pushes the door wider, allowing me to glimpse the interior of the room we are now entering. The sight before us makes me squirm, desperate to escape the torment I have unwittingly placed myself in.
“Now, Beauty . Are you afraid?” Radley's voice halts my steps, and I pause at the absurdity of the question shooting him a death glare. Of fucking course I’m scared.
The walls glow a sinister blood red from the LED lights lining the ceiling, casting an eerie shadow over the various whips, crops, and chains hanging from evenly spaced hooks. In the center of the room stands a large cross, with black straps that I assume are meant for arms and legs. To the right, drawers line the wall, displaying knives of various sizes and shapes. I am way over my head. This is bad. They’re going to kill me before Jace even has a chance to intervene and do it himself.
“Bring her here baby.” Caden's voice comes out sickly sweet as Radley begins to walk us further into the room, obeying his orders like a good little boy. Panic begins to seize my heart as we stop in front of him, I turn to look at him fully and take in what's in his palm. The metal shines under the light and I give myself a moment to fully make out the collar that's there resting in his hand. It has prongs on it that will dig into the flesh if pulled a certain way, but the other collar he holds has spikes pointing outwards so if it's gripped it will puncture the offending hand and not your neck.
“These are for you, Peach . We don't want anyone outside of this room and the two you seemed worthy to be added into the mix to touch what is ours. To ensure that doesn't happen, you will be a good bitch and wear her collar at all times. Understand?” Caden steps up to me, the heat from his body caressing my cold exposed flesh.
I suck in a greedy breath and look at him with a refusal to wear a collar on my tongue. Has he lost his fucking mind? But now is not the time for argument, I gave that right away when I presented them with the offer they agreed to. I'm to be used in whatever way they see fit, and if that's with collaring me like a bitch he says I am. So be it. If he expects this to be what causes me to back out of our agreement, he's sorely mistaken.
“Go ahead, Little Scottish Man. ” I place my hand on my hip cocking it to the side in a silent challenge to see if he will put that fucking collar around my neck. He smirks at me as he steps forward, his hand shooting out to grip my neck in a bruising grip as he yanks me forward, “There's nothing little about me, you should know that first hand, Damsel .” His lips brush mine as the words deep into my flesh cause a wetness to drip down my thighs he grins at me, raises his hand with the collar that has the prongs on the inside, and begins to fasten it around my slender neck. The prongs dig into the meaty flesh as the cool sensation from the cold metal sends shivers down my spine, making my teeth chatter with nervous anticipation.
“You’re such a good little whore for me.” I go to step away from him, but a hand around my wrist and a finger hooked into the collar make it hard to move. The prongs dig in, breaking the skin, “Come now, it's our turn to play.” He takes my hand, not giving me much of an option. I suck in a deep breath, as I follow him to the cross on the far right wall. Reed and Rad come up beside me as Drake stands at the door, nervously looking between me and Caden.
“ Can we determine a safe word before you take this further, she still needs to have a right to back out if it becomes too much?” Reed says as he steps up beside me tracing up my arm from my elbow to my neck.
“Fine. What will the safeword be, Peach ?” Caden takes me in fully, waiting for my reply. I look at the asshole before me and decide that if he wants to play dirty I can go dirtier. I place my finger on my chin in a mocking motion “ What was that teacher's name from junior year?” I look at Caden dead in his eyes, as a small smirk creeps across my lips, and he looks at me with a wide mouth.
I'm guessing he never shared that indiscretion with his friends
“The one you fucked, hmm.. Dori? Oh yes, that's it. That's my safe word.” I snark back as I step up with false confidence to the cross, I turn on my heels and look at the men before me “Well let's go.” taunting them seems to be my newfound hobby . Radley steps up to me first and grabs my left wrist in his hand. He brings it above my head to the outstretched strap and slowly slides my hand through the loop, the leather band that fits over my wrist hugs it tightly. Reed takes my right hand repeating the process. Before I know it, I'm strung up and left hanging on my tiptoes. “If it becomes too much Little creature, use your safe word and we will get you down and taken care of.” Reed, softly grazes my cheek as he steps back to allow Caden the room he needs to come into my vision. Caden stands before me as naked as I am, a soft satin-like fabric in his hand, and a leather crop in the other. “ Wanna play a game, Peach?” Caden tilts his head taking me in fully, he extends his hand with the leather crop out and slowly glides the top over my exposed flesh causing goosebumps to rise where it touches. I look at him and bite my lip nodding softly.
The movement causes the prongs from the collar to press into the back of the cross, and push into my neck a bit deeper. “Words Peach.” he snaps, slapping the crop across my breast, leaving a stinging red line across my chest.
“Yes, sir.” I gasp as he moves the silk fabric over my eyes and whispers his next words, meant only for me. “Let’s see if you can tell us apart.” With that, he wraps the soft fabric around my eyes, plunging my vision into darkness. The feel of the air against my bare skin causes goosebumps to rise across my flesh. Just before Everything becomes quiet. Like they left me alone and tied up here. My breathing becomes a steady rhythmic pattern with my heart and the cold air caresses my skin causing me to shake with anticipation for what will happen next.