Chapter 9
NINE
LENNON
Sitting in this fucking cell for hours on end with crusted cum on my thighs and face is not my idea of a good time!
They have come down here twice to serve me food and water.
I wanted to refuse and tell them to fuck off but if I have any chance of getting the fuck out of here, I am going to need my strength and clothes!
It’s fucking freezing and all I have is a small throw blanket to ward off the chill.
I may not have been able to see their faces or hear their voices but I know it’s them.
It has to be them!
The third guy has thrown me for a loop. I can’t figure out who the fuck he is and it is starting to piss me off. I know for sure the one in the red mask has to be Kincaid, the purple mask is Stone, I am so sure of that fact but, who the fuck is in the orange mask?
“Tick tock, little convict, time for your show.” I snap my head up at the sound of that stupid robotic voice and glare at the guy in the orange mask.
“Who the fuck are you?” I hiss from the corner of my cell.
“Convict, I can be a nightmare dressed as a day dream or I can just be your nightmare. I don’t really give a fuck which one you choose.”
“Fuck you,” I spit as he comes to a halt in front of my cell.
“Get your sexy ass up. You need to shower before your show.”
My brow furrows. “What show?”
His laughter sounds manic because of the mask and sets me on edge.
“The one where we get to watch you get off before we fuck you.” My mouth parts on a silent gasp.
My mind is screaming at me to tell him to fuck off, but my pussy, that thirsty bitch, is quivering with need and clenching on air.
“Let’s go.” I push to my feet as he opens the cell door.
I take slow steps toward him, wary that at any moment he will try something.
I eye him skeptically when he steps aside to allow me out of my prison cell.
I gasp when he grips the back of my neck in a punishing hold, making me wince.
He uses his grip on me to lead me out of the basement.
I shakily climb the stairs. Once we hit the landing, I look around and cringe at the sight of the dining room table.
The shackles are still attached, but we don’t head into that room, we veer off into the living room.
I slam to a stop at the sight in front of me.
Three cameras are set up with a direct view of the bed in the center of the room.
“Keep going,” he growls from behind me and pushes me forward down the hallway.
I try to look around and spot the other two guys, but they are nowhere to be seen.
He shoves me into a room and I stumble forward, but catch myself on the edge of the basin.
“Shower. Don’t get any cute ideas, the windows are barred and I’ll be waiting right here. ”
I shoot the fucker a scowl and attempt to grab the door so I can slam it in his face but he lurches forward and blocks my path.
“Door stays open, little convict.” He tilts his head down to take in the sight of me and I suddenly feel exposed. “It’s not like we haven’t seen it before.”
“Go fuck yourself,” I hiss.
“I’d rather fuck you.”
“In your dreams.”
“I dreamt about my cock down your throat and that came true.” I grind my teeth to the point of them hurting and spin away from him.
I angrily tear my bra and panties off, tossing them to the side before climbing into the stall.
I can feel his eyes on me the entire time.
I turn the water to scolding hot and stand beneath the spray, not feeling the burn of the water.
I help myself to the soap and shampoo. I take my sweet ass time, not caring that he is standing there waiting for me to finish.
If they think I am going to take what they are dishing out without putting up a fight, clearly Stone and Kincaid have forgotten who the fuck I am.
When I finish, I step out of the shower and stand here naked and soaking wet, looking directly at him. I note the lights are shut off behind him now, but say nothing.
“Gonna offer me a towel?” I purr seductively. I feel his heated gaze on me, and as much as I try to deny the pull I feel toward him, I can’t. It’s the allure of not knowing who he is and the mystery that surrounds him that has me hot and needy.
Even with the mask on, I hear him gulp as he nods his head. He comes toward me, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between us. My breaths turn choppy and need courses through me. The light from his mask illuminates the rich brown of his eyes—something about them seems so familiar.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when he presses a towel against my chest. I frown. I didn’t see him move.
“Your outfit is hanging behind the door. You have five minutes to get dressed.” He doesn’t say another word as he turns and stands in the doorway with his back to me, offering me some modicum of privacy.
I want to snort at the audacity of the bastard but I manage to refrain…
just. I peer behind the door, only for my fucking jaw to pop open at the sight of my white corset with the matching stockings and thong hanging there.
“You broke into my dorm room?” I grit out.
“Is it really breaking in if we have a key though?” the smug fucker tosses back at me.
I want to stomp my foot like a petulant child but I refrain, just. I turn my back to the bastard and take my time dressing.
This is one of my favorite outfits and something tells me they fucking knew that, which is why they picked it.
Once I’m dressed, I turn to face him, only to see a pair of my heels dangling from his finger.
I narrow my eyes but say nothing as I snatch them from him and slip them on.
“Happy?” I snap.
“Not yet but I will be when I get to bury my cock inside you.” I balk at him but manage to refrain from snapping at him when he moves to the side and motions for me to lead the way.
I take a step forward, ready to do as he asks but then stop in front of him.
He stares down at me. Even with the low lighting I can see the hunger in his eyes.
I tentatively reach out and place my hand against his chest. I don’t miss the shiver that rolls through him at my touch.
Feeling emboldened by the fact he hasn’t pushed me away, I close the sliver of space between us until I’m plastered against his front.
I bite back my smirk when I feel how hard he is.
I slide my hand between our bodies and relish in the sound of the hiss that escapes him when I cup his cock through his pants.
I press up onto the balls of my feet and lick the side of his neck.
A heady moan escapes me when I taste the salty flavor of his skin.
“Hmmmm, you taste good,” I purr as I begin to stroke him.
He’s so big. His hands land on my waist, his hold bruising but I love it.
I may not know who this guy really is but I know for a fact the other two are my stepdad and stepbrother, and they would never allow anyone to hurt me even after what I did to them.
“You keep rubbing my cock like that, convict, and we won’t make your show,” he growls.