Chapter 10
Chapter
Ten
SIERRA
More!
How could there possibly be anything more? I feel like I’ve experienced every erotic thing imaginable already. More?
I lay flat on my back, sucking in great drafts of air and trying desperately to stop my head from spinning.
I’m vaguely aware of the prickle of the welts on my back, but I’m so gone right now, nothing is really getting through.
Despite everything - the lashes, the choking, the breast binding and nipple torture, getting drilled by a stranger, and the freaking huge cock in my ass, something I’ve never done before, never mind being held captive by not one, but three men - I just had the most powerful orgasm of my life.
My brain, hell my body too, is completely fried. I can't even form coherent thoughts. All I can do is lie here, panting and trembling, as waves of residual pleasure continue to roll through me.
I'm vaguely aware of movement around me - low voices murmuring, hands checking me over, a warm cloth gently cleaning between my legs. But it all feels distant, like I'm underwater.
Gradually, reality starts to seep back in. The ache in my muscles. The sting of my welts. The soreness between my thighs. And with it comes a flood of conflicting emotions - shame, fear, anger...and a traitorous spark of arousal that I desperately try to squash.
I force my eyes open, blinking against the dim light. Three faces hover above me, watching me with a mixture of light concern and a violent hunger that makes me shiver.
"Welcome back, little bunny," the one called Gray murmurs, stroking my cheek. "You were magnificent."
I try to speak, but all that comes out is a hoarse croak. "Shh, don't try to talk yet. Just rest."
Thankfully Erik presses a glass of water to my lips, and I gulp it down, gratefully.
“Slow down a little, sweetheart,” he croons, sweeping the hair out of my face.
After everything that’s just transpired, this gentle care and attention feels surreal, almost more unsettling than their rough treatment, and it confuses me even more. I wince as I shift slightly, every movement a stark reminder of what I've just endured.
Cain's deep voice rumbles from somewhere to my left. "We should let her rest now. That was...intense."
"Agreed," says Gray. "Though I must say, the realism of this fantasy package is truly impressive. They've outdone themselves."
My breath catches in my throat. Fantasy package?
Do they still think this is all some elaborate roleplay?
The spark of hope that flares in my chest is quickly doused by dread.
Can I persuade them I'm not actually part of whatever sick game they think they've signed up for? It hasn’t worked so far.
My objections have simply been written off as some twisted part of this scenario.
"Sleep now, little one," Erik murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "We have so much more planned for you."
More!
As they move away, leaving me alone on the massive bed, panic claws at my throat. I need to find a way out of here, and fast. But my limbs feel like lead, my eyelids impossibly heavy. Against my will, exhaustion drags me under into a fitful sleep filled with dark dreams and phantom touches.
I jolt awake, not knowing how long I’ve slept, to find some of those touches aren’t quite so phantom.
A large, warm hand is caressing my thigh, inching ever higher. I freeze, my heart pounding, as I slowly open my eyes. The room is dark now, moonlight filtering through the curtains. I can just make out Cain's muscular form looming over me.
"Shh," he whispers, his fingers trailing along my inner thigh. "The others are asleep. This can be our private time."
I want to scream, to fight, but my body betrays me. His touch ignites that same forbidden spark from earlier, and I hate myself for it.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Cain's hand slides higher, cupping me intimately. "So wet already," he murmurs approvingly. "Such a greedy little thing."
His thumb finds my clit and I have to bite back a moan. My hips buck involuntarily as he begins to stroke me with maddening slowness.
"That's it," he coaxes. "Let go. Own your pleasure, bunny.”
I'm trembling, torn between revulsion and a sudden, desperate need for release.
“I have big hands, my little slut, and I know fisting is on your own fantasy wish list, as well as mine… but I don’t want to wreck you so early into our time together. Still, maybe we could just…”
“No!” The word shoots out of my mouth like a bullet. “No, that’s not right. I don’t want…”
Cain groans and one of those big hands he spoke of comes up to circle my throat while his eyes darken, and he groans as he squeezes.
“Fuck! The captive and denial shit is Erik’s kink, but damn if I don’t like it.
I just never realized how much until I hear all those refusals dropping from your lips, while knowing I’m going to go right ahead and do it anyway. It’s a real aphrodisiac.”
The renewed confirmation of just how fucked I really am drags a mewling sob from my strained throat, but it’s just fodder for the fire blazing in Cain’s eyes.
“It’s like you were made especially for us,” he growls, dipping his head and sinking his teeth into the sensitive area where my shoulder and neck meet. “Simply perfection.”
I struggle against him, tearing at the hand that has me subdued in a five-finger collar.
“Quiet!” Cain whisper-shouts, and I guess he means it, because before I can blink I find my own panties stuffed in my mouth secured with a wide piece of tape.
The shock stills me for a moment, and Cain takes the opportunity to shackle my wrists to the bed by some hidden binding.
When I realize, I try to kick out, but he just gives a low laugh and manhandles me, frustratingly easily, until my thighs are also bound, trussed and lewdly splayed open like a freaking turkey about to be stuffed.
Oh god!
Is he really going to do this? I’ll be ripped in half, surely.
Tears leak out of the corner of my eyes, but Cain simply leans in and licks them. “Oh yes! Such a perfect little fuck toy.”
Moving away, he reaches into the bedside cabinet and retrieves a freaking huge pump action bottle of lube.
I wriggle uselessly within the confines of my bondage and shake my head, muffled grunting noises accompanying my panic while my eyes are glued to where he liberally slathers his hands in the viscous gel.
This can not be happening…
But it is!