Chapter 17
Chapter
Seventeen
SIERRA
Imust have passed out.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m back in the main cabin, lying on the bed. The world is spinning around me, and it takes a moment for my surroundings to come into focus. As my head clears, I become aware of an insistent buzzing. Is it my phone?
No, I lost that days ago.
As I regain the feeling in my limbs, all manner of soul deep aches and pains make themselves known and I almost wish I was asleep again.
I’ve lost track of time, of days. Hell, I think maybe I’ve even lost track of reality. I exist now in this surreal bubble of pleasure and pain. Someone else’s fantasy, which I’ve unwittingly stumbled into.
It doesn’t matter. It’s become my fantasy - my reality - now.
The buzzing grows louder, more insistent. I realize with a jolt that it's coming from inside me. One of them must have slipped a vibrator in while I was unconscious. The sensation is maddening - not quite enough to push me over the edge, but impossible to ignore.
Trying to move, I realize my wrists and ankles are secured to the bedposts with soft rope, leaving me spread-eagled and exposed. The cool air of the cabin raises goosebumps on my bare skin, and I struggle against my bonds, but they hold fast.
Footsteps approach. I tense, unsure if I should dread or anticipate what's coming next. The floorboards squeak and Erik comes into view, his distinctive moss-colored eyes raking over my body.
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Finally awake, I see," he murmurs, approaching the bed. "We were starting to worry."
His large hand caresses my cheek, surprisingly gentle. I lean into his touch despite myself, craving any hint of tenderness. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I need..."
But what do I need? To be freed? For this to continue? I'm no longer sure, and honestly, that scares me more than anything that’s happening here and now.
Erik brings a water bottle to my lips, and I gulp at it, realizing I’m completely parched.
“Take it easy,” he soothes, pulling the bottle away even when I try to follow with my mouth. Is he going to deny me? “There’s plenty, and we’ll give you all you need. Just don’t make yourself sick,” he tells me, as if he read my mind.
Offering the bottle again, I make a deliberate effort to slow down my consumption and trust him. It’s not like I have much choice, after all. I’m completely at his mercy.
His, Cain’s and Gray’s.
“That’s better,” he croons, while I sate myself on the cool, quenching liquid. “Gray will be in with some lunch for you in a moment, but I think you deserve a reward right now.”
Reward?
I don’t have time to ask before he adjusts something over my clit, and by the way it sits, both inside and outside of my body, I realize it must be one of those U-shaped vibes I’ve seen but never used before.
And it must be remote controlled too, because suddenly the intensity ratchets up, even though Erik is no longer touching me.
Within seconds my body is arching off the bed as an unexpected orgasm rips through me. As I come back down, the power diminishes once again, and Erik kisses my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispers and for some reason my stupid heart clenches. I want to be his good girl.
No, you don’t! I tell myself sternly as he crosses the huge room to tell Gray I’m awake. You’re just brainwashed.
Truth is, I don’t know what to believe.
There’s a shuffling and clattering of crockery, and this time it's Gray who appears, carrying a tray. The scent of food makes my stomach growl loudly, reminding me that although I ate breakfast, the morning's activities took everything out of me. Gray chuckles softly at the sound.
"Hungry, Bunny?” he asks, setting the tray on the bedside table. "I've brought you some soup and bread. We need to keep your strength up."
His tone is gentle, almost caring, but there's an underlying current of possession that makes me shiver. I watch warily as he sits on the edge of the bed, spooning up some of the broth.
"Open," he commands softly, bringing the spoon to my lips.
Part of me wants to refuse, to clamp my mouth shut in defiance. But my hunger wins out, and I obediently open my mouth, letting him feed me. The soup is rich and savory, warming me from the inside.
As Gray continues to feed me, the vibrator inside me suddenly springs to life again and I gasp, nearly choking on a mouthful. Gray's eyes darken with desire as he watches me squirm.
"That's it, sweetheart," Gray murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let us take care of you."
The vibrations intensify, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I writhe against my bonds, torn between the need for release and the fear that it’ll be too much to bear. Gray sets the soup aside and trails his fingers along my inner thigh, feather-light touches that make me shiver.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
Gray's hand moves higher, ghosting over my sensitive flesh. "Shh," he soothes. "We know what you need."
The main cabin door opens and Cain appears, carrying bags and equipment that I assume must have come from the other place. His dark eyes scrape over me and burn with an almost palpable desire. He moves to the other side of the bed, mirroring Gray's position.
"Look at her," Cain says, his voice filled with awe. "So beautiful, so responsive, and all fucking ours.”
The possessiveness in his voice does strange things to my insides. Things I don’t hate, but I know I should be cautious about. None of this is real, after all. I mean it is, but not in a lasting sense.
His large hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple and even as sore and abused as they are, I can’t help but arch into his touch, a needy moan escaping my lips. The vibrations increase again, pushing me closer to the edge.
"That's it, bunny,” Gray encourages. "Let go for us."
His fingers dip between my legs, stroking in tandem with the relentless pulsing and Cain's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking and teasing. They’re so careful with me now.
So at odds with how they treated me before.
The polar opposite. The dual sensations overwhelm me and I cry out, teetering on the brink.
“Oh god!” I gasp. "I can't... I need..."
"We've got you," Cain murmurs against my skin. "Come for us, bunny.”
At his command, the dam breaks. Pleasure crashes over me in waves and I arch off the bed, straining against my bonds. The three of them work me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I collapse, boneless and panting.
As I slowly come back to myself, I feel the ropes being loosened. Gentle hands massage my wrists and ankles, easing the stiffness. A soft blanket is draped over me, and I'm gathered into strong arms.
"You did so well," Erik’s voice rumbles in my ear; I hadn’t even realized he’d returned.
I should feel ashamed, horrified at how easily I've given in to their desires.
But as Erik moves to cradle me against his chest, all I feel is a profound sense of safety and belonging.
His heartbeat thrums steadily under my ear, lulling me into a state of calm.
Gray encourages me to have some more soup, still feeding me, even though my arms are unbound now, and Cain's hand strokes my hair, the gesture oddly tender given our circumstances.
"How are you feeling?" Erik asks softly.
I take stock of my body - I’m overwhelmingly sore, but in a strangely satisfying way. My mind feels hazy, floating in a warm cocoon of endorphins. "I'm... okay," I murmur, surprised to find it's true.
How the hell can it be true? Am I simply kidding myself? Fooling my mind into making what’s happening to me into something palatable… something I can live with when I finally get out of here and away from all this?
"Good," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're doing so well, Bunny. We're very pleased with you."
A warm glow of pride blooms in my chest at his words. What's happening to me? How can I crave their approval so desperately after such a short time? And in such circumstances as these. None of this is real… that’s what I try to tell myself, anyway. But the truth is, it’s very real indeed.
As I drift in this hazy state between pleasure and confusion, Gray tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
“Bunny,” he says, his voice low and serious. "You've exceeded all our expectations.”
Right. Of course. They still think this is all part of some elaborate fantasy package. Somehow, I had forgotten all that. The truth is, they don’t even know my name, and when this is over, I’ll never see them again. The thought fills me with an unexpected sense of loss.
My stomach clenches with sudden anxiety, and I realize I want to give them at least one real part of me.
“Sierra,” I whisper. “My name is Sierra.”