Ethan
I grabbed the long resistance band and tied one end around Eva’s hair, securing the other to the rope binding her wrists until her head remained upright. She looked pitiful, but she and Gareth had both united against Anne. I’d watched and heard it all.
We were the monsters, but what were they?
I tugged my top off and tossed it onto Anne’s cage. She now sat cross-legged, staring at me again.
I crouched beside Eva and touched her dangling breasts. My touch was gentle at first before I tightened my grip, drawing a hiss from her. Using my thumbs and forefingers, I pinched her nipples and pulled, stretching them until she cried out in pain.
“Your breasts are in good shape. No surgery required,” I concluded.
Anne snorted.
Rude.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come to you next,” I said, rising slowly. “But first, I want Eva to remember her manners.”
I pushed my waistband down, exposing my cock. I stroked it a few times until it began to stiffen, then rubbed it across Eva’s face.
“Try not to bite,” I taunted, pressing the blunt end between her lips.
Of course, there was no resistance, and as I eased my hips forward, her warmth surrounded me. I leaned in, gripping her bound wrists as I began to move. Her muffled sounds merged with the Corelli.
I kept my rhythm in time with the upbeat music.
When she’d taken half of me down her throat, I turned to Anne.
“I watched you in that graveyard.”
“I know,” she murmured.
Good.
I gripped Eva’s ponytail and began to pump my hips. Her eyes watered as she gurgled and choked around my length. Her tight throat enveloped my cock. When she screamed, I drove myself deeper until my balls smacked against her chin.
“Yeah,” I groaned as I pulled back.
Her next scream died in her throat as she lost consciousness. I lowered her head and thrust into her again. The music continued, as did my movements. Stitches tore and blood leaked, but I didn’t stop.
I was lost in my world.
I thrust in and out of her, grunting as I felt my balls tighten.
Anne.
I looked up to find her eyes glazed over, her lips parted. That perfect little mouth.
“Anne,” I moaned, driving my hips forward.
My release shot down Eva’s throat, but my gaze never left Anne’s blue eyes. I pulled back until more spilled onto Eva’s tongue. Her slack jaw let it drip back out. I pushed myself down her throat once more and held myself there until I was finished, wishing it had been Anne beneath me instead.
“That’s us even now,” I said, releasing Eva’s hair. “If you fuck another man, it’ll be you hanging from this pulley.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” she muttered.
I closed my eyes and laughed.
It wasn’t a hollow, mirthless kind, but genuine laughter.
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After going to the bathroom and washing up, I walked back to Anne’s cage. She still wore her navy pyjama set—small silver stars on a simple vest top and long bottoms.
“If I let you out, are you going to behave?”
She pressed her lips together, considering.
“I can try, but there really are no guarantees,” she sighed.
More honest than I’d expected. I reached into my pocket for the keys and unlocked the cage, then her handcuffs. When I moved to take them back, she held on.
“Can I keep these?”
“You’ll never get them on me,” I said, arching a brow.
“No—they’re good quality.”
I let go. She turned them over in her hands, weighing them as though they were precious metal. I shook my head and stood. She climbed out of the cage and stretched her back.
She walked ahead of me—the safest position. I could keep my eyes on her. Given the chance, she’d try to kill me. The audacity was astounding for someone of her slight frame. But that was also the key to her success. She was completely unassuming.
I locked the door behind me, keeping my body half-turned toward her.
“Are you scared of me, Dr Hammond?” she teased.
“I’d be a fool not to be cautious.”
She raised her hands, handcuffs dangling from one finger.
“I’m unarmed.”
I rolled my eyes. “Upstairs.”
She turned to the stairs—not before I caught her grin.
My eyes locked onto her buttocks and the way they swayed, the soft navy material clinging to her rear. I was almost disappointed when she reached the top step.
She paused and looked left, then right, before turning. I followed her down the hall as she inspected my home.
“Where are we?”
“Kent.”
“Nice.”
Her bare feet padded on the polished marble. She paused when we reached the foyer.
“Holy shit. This place is huge,” she said, circling to take in the upstairs balcony and the decorative lighting hanging above the centre.
“Would you like a tour?”
She nodded.
“I didn’t realise being a doctor paid this much.”
“I have a private clinic.”
“Hm,” she said—then ran up the staircase. “Whoa.”
She darted off and I jogged after her. The hall was empty. I followed the sound of running water to one of the bedrooms. The bathroom door was open and she was already running a bath.
“This is like a swimming pool,” she said, pushing her bottoms off.
She half-turned and tossed them at me before pouring bubble bath in. I grabbed her clothes, still warm, and felt the pink lace. Her vest hit my face. I threw her clothes aside and watched her bend over the bath, buck naked, running her hands through the water.
She was naked.
In my bathroom.
With her pussy on display.
Buttocks in the air.
I was almost angry. What if I did want to kill her? Torture her? Did she have no sense of self-preservation?
The scent of floral and citrus notes filled the air. She climbed into the tub as it continued to fill.
“Are you joining me?”
I stared at her breasts. The way the pink tips begged to be sucked on. She splashed some water on them. Wet, soapy water. One hand dipped between her thighs, and I yanked my top over my head.