Chapter 5
Chapter
Five
SIERRA
Freaking hell, there are three of them! And from the looks on their faces… and the bulges in their pants, they’ve got one thing on their mind.
Me!
I try to pull myself together. Despite our surroundings, these look like educated men.
Civilized men.
Surely I can reason with them?
“Look, I don’t know exactly what’s going on here, but I’d like you to untie me and let me go.” I’m actually kind of proud how my voice remains almost calm, even though it’s barely above a whisper, and despite the suffocating vulnerability of being naked and bound in front of them.
The tallest of the three men, a ruggedly handsome blonde with piercing blue eyes, moves closer. His gaze rakes over my body, lingering on my curves now the other brute has cut my wet clothes off.
"Go where, exactly?" he asks, his deep voice sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "There's nothing but wilderness for miles. No roads, no cell service. Just us."
Is it me, or do his words sound scripted? Like he’s playing a part.
I shake my head. I really must be losing it.
Or maybe there really is civilization out there and he’s simply lying to me for his own objectives.
I shudder, wondering what those objectives might be.
Still, true or not, his words have the desired effect, and I feel a wave of despair wash over me.
Because he's right, even if I could somehow escape, where would I go?
Even before I ended up here, I was already lost in the middle of nowhere.
Now I have nothing, not even the clothes on my back anymore, and no idea in which direction to run.
The blonde man takes another step closer, and I instinctively try to scramble away, forgetting for a moment that I'm tied up. The ropes bite into my wrists and ankles, and I wince.
"Don't be afraid," he says, his voice softer now. "We're not going to hurt you. This is all part of the experience."
Experience? What experience? Is he crazy?
The other two men move closer as well, forming a semicircle around me. One of them, a dark-haired man with olive skin, speaks up.
"We paid good money for this, sweetheart. And we intend to get our money's worth."
My heart races as I try to make sense of his words.
Paid? Paid for what?
For me?
Did that mob outside deliberately herd me this way? What kind of fucked up place is this?
The third man, with rich copper colored hair and an air of mischief that belies his muscular frame, chimes in. "Come on guys, let's not drag this out. I'm dying to taste her."
My eyes widen in shock. Taste me? What the hell does that mean?
The blonde man shoots him a reproachful look. "Patience, Erik. We paid for the full weekend package. There's no need to rush."
Everything around me drops away as those words sink into my diminished comprehension.
A weekend package? My mind reels, trying to process what that could mean. The implications are terrifying.
"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "There's been a mistake. I'm not... I'm not part of any package. I was camping, and there was a mob, and I fell into the stream..."
The blonde man's eyebrows furrow slightly, I think his name is Cain, but his predatory gaze doesn't waver. He reaches out, trailing a finger down the valley between my breasts. I flinch at the contact, goosebumps erupting across my skin.
"Shh," he murmurs. "You're playing your part beautifully. The fear in your eyes, the trembling... It's intoxicating."
The dark-haired man chuckles. "I told you guys this company was legit. They've chosen well."
Chosen? Company? My head spins. They really believe I'm some kind of... what?
Actress?
Sex worker?
I open my mouth to protest again, but the copper-haired one - Erik - moves lightning-fast. His hand clamps over my mouth, muffling my words. His skin is warm against my lips, and I can smell a faint trace of expensive cologne.
"Enough now," he says, his voice low and husky. "No more talking. We didn't pay for conversation."
My heart hammers in my chest as I realize these men truly believe I'm here for their pleasure. They have no idea I'm a real person in genuine distress. I try to shake my head, to make them understand, but Erik's grip is firm.
Cain, the blonde one, kneels beside me on the bed. His hand traces down my side, sending involuntary shivers through my body. "You're so responsive," he murmurs appreciatively. "I can't wait to see how you react when we really get started."
The dark-haired man moves behind me, his breath hot on my neck. "I say we begin with a little prep and warm-up. What do you think, boys?"
I feel his hands on my shoulders, kneading the tenseness there. Despite my fear, my body betrays me, my knotted muscles loosening slightly under his expert touch.
"Mmm, good idea, Gray," Cain agrees. "Let's get her nice and relaxed first. After all, we have all weekend to explore every inch of her."
Something deep inside me slumps in defeat as I accept they're not going to listen to reason. They truly believe this is all part of some elaborate fantasy scenario. I can’t even try to object again because Erik's hand remains firmly clamped over my mouth.
Gray's hands move from my shoulders down my back, his thumbs pressing into the knots of tension along my spine. Despite my fear, I can't help but let out a muffled moan as he works a particularly tight spot.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs in my ear. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Cain's hands join in, caressing my sides and moving up to cup my breasts. His touch is gentle but possessive, as if he's claiming ownership of my body. I squirm in my bonds, torn between the unwanted pleasure of their ministrations and the desperate need to escape.
Erik finally removes his hand from my mouth, only to replace it with his lips.
He kisses me deeply, his tongue probing insistently.
I try to turn my head away, but he grips my chin, holding me in place as he explores my mouth.
His kiss is demanding, passionate, and despite my fear, I feel a flicker of heat deep in my core.
"Please," I gasp when he finally breaks the kiss. No matter how good it feels, I can’t just give up and capitulate. “This isn't what you think. I'm not—"
"Shh," Cain interrupts, pressing a finger to my lips. "No more pretending. We know exactly what this is."
His other hand slides down my stomach, fingers dancing across my skin and I tense, knowing where he's headed.
"Don't fight it," Gray murmurs in my ear, his hands still working the knots from my back. "Just let yourself feel."
Cain's fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and I can't help the small whimper that escapes me. He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"So wet already," he says with plain approval. "I think our skittish little bunny is enjoying herself more than she wants to admit."
I shake my head frantically, but my body betrays me as Cain's skilled fingers begin to explore my most intimate areas.
Wave after wave of unwanted pleasure washes over me as he teases and strokes, finding all my most sensitive spots with practiced ease.
My breath comes in short gasps as I struggle against the conflicting sensations of fear and arousal.
"No," I manage to choke out, though it comes out as more of a moan than a protest. "Please, stop..."
But my body says otherwise, my hips instinctively - involuntarily - rocking against Cain's hand. Erik captures my lips again, swallowing my pleas as his tongue dances with mine. Gray's hands have moved to my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples into stiff peaks.
"Such a sensitive little thing," he murmurs approvingly. “I’m going to enjoy exploring every inch of you."
Cain's fingers speed up their ministrations, and I feel a familiar tension building deep in my core. No, I can't let this happen. I can't let them make me...
But it's too late. With a muffled cry against Erik's lips, my body betrays me completely. Waves of intense pleasure crash over me as I climax, my hips bucking against Cain's hand.
I’ve had serious boyfriends who never made me come this hard, and a little voice in the back of my head whispers… maybe this isn’t so bad after all.