Chapter Ten
Adrienne vowed to herself that she would take everything they gave her with the aloofness of a worldly, sophisticated woman who didn’t just come utterly undone in the presence of three men who confused both her body and her mind in equal measure.
It also never occurred to her to use her safe word. She remembered what it was—obsidian—not something she would forget when that had been the name of their company and through which they’d pay the sum of the bid. She still couldn’t wrap her head around that.
And now wasn’t the time to do so either.
Emerson moved in behind her next to Darien. Austin started to lazily flick his tongue across her labia, avoiding her clit completely.
Darien inserted the ginger root into her ass after he’d meticulously sculpted it into the shape of a butt plug. The extraordinary passage into what she had considered her most private and forbidden place shocked her to her core. The deeper he pushed, the more intense the sensation became until she was hanging onto only a thread of her sanity.
Austin wasn’t making it any easier. He’d spread apart her labia and seemed to be looking inside her.
Dear god, who were these men?
“Why?”
She screeched when the burn of being stretched collided with the burn of being stretched with a damn root vegetable in an explosive union that made tears spill from her eyes.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Well, I mean, I could have used the cucumber I found in your fridge,”
Darien said conversationally.
“But where would the fun be in that?”
She could hear the grin in his voice, and again, she just wanted to bite him.
She hissed and sobbed as Darien inserted the entire length of the ginger root into her until the base of the root pressed against her ass cheek. She refused to breathe; certain it would trigger the tumultuous burn in her flesh. But she couldn’t hold her breath for long, and soon, she was sobbing like a baby all over again.
So much for handling this with her usual nonchalance.
Emerson laid his hand on her lower back, scalding her skin with his touch the same way she was burning up on the inside.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ready, pretty lady.”
Emerson didn’t state it as a question. It was more of a warning.
The first strike of his belt unseated her from reality. She was so shocked and shaken that she couldn’t form words in her mind for her mouth to speak.
Determined to remain in charge of her body and her responses, Adrienne braced herself for the second strike and the third, but she was falling apart and disintegrating quicker than her panting breaths.
His lashings kept her tethered in midair, unsure of whether she should cry and beg him to stop or just crumble into the oblivion that beckoned to her. She couldn’t withstand another second of it.
Every whack of Emerson’s belt on her ass released the stunning stinging sensation of the ginger root. And with every flog of the leather and every sear of her flesh from the root vegetable in her ass, Austin dipped his tongue into her core, then enveloped the whole of her pussy into his mouth, sucking on her without mercy.
The chaos in her body spread to her mind, and she didn’t know what to do, how to be, or who she was anymore.
Adrienne couldn’t understand that she, someone who knew herself inside and out, would find dark, deviant pleasure attached to the salacious tormenting of her body.
But she couldn’t allow it. She had to hold on. She had to stop her body from entering a realm where she’d give over her control to them.
They would end up hurting her. She knew that with such certainty, it scared her. Were they really who they said they were? What if they’d duped Peter? What if—
“Let go, Adrienne,”
Emerson said behind her, gently despite the fact that he punctuated his words with a tight whip to her flesh.
She gasped out loud but shook her head.
“Fuck. Let go, pretty lady, and come in my mouth,”
Austin said. She continued to shake her head. She would never let herself feel that level of vulnerability again with them.
Panicked beyond reason, her body rattling with arousal, pain, and confusion, she couldn’t stop the tears from dripping down her face.
“Let go, and we swear to you, we’ll be there to catch you, Adrienne.”
Darien stood by her side now. He cupped her cheek and tilted her face toward him.
“Let go, and Emerson will be there to catch you. Austin will be there to catch you. I’ll be here to catch you.”
She couldn’t—
But the chaos stilled. All that remained was Darien’s ginger root in her asshole. Emerson’s belt on her flesh. Austin’s mouth on her pussy.
They’re going to hurt me. Badly.
Those words echoed in her head even as her control slipped away, leaving her defenseless against these three men. A jolting cry escaped her mouth; her body curled inward and hummed through the vibration of their touch. Like a skyscraper imploding, her orgasm left her shattered into a million pieces at their feet. Her control now belonged to them.
Spasms upon spasms contracted the inner walls of her pussy as Austin drank the liquid arousal dripping from her.
Emerson kissed the skin on her backside, his lips soothing the deep red streaks his belt had left behind.
Darien gently pulled the ginger root from her back hole. She bit her lip to stop herself from crying out but couldn’t help the sigh of relief when he used a cool washcloth and wiped her clean.
“We’re here to keep you safe, Adrienne. Obey us and you won’t be punished like this again,”
Darien said.
Still quivering from some sort of deviant aftermath, shrouded in thick sheets of embarrassment at the way she fell apart, she couldn’t look them in the eye and instead tucked her head down when Emerson carried her to the bedroom. Austin fed her some water, and Darien tucked her into bed.
She didn’t mean to fall asleep so quickly. She didn’t mean to curl into their arms as they took turns holding her throughout the night.
***
Adrienne startled herself awake and sat up in bed. She was alone but oh god. She had let them do all those things to her. Again.
They’d broken through her control, and she thanked them by having an orgasm that stunned her so much she slept through the night and, from the time on the old clock in the room, right through the morning as well.
Using the sheet to cover her nakedness, she fumbled for her phone and sat down on the bed as a rush of relief washed over her. Her signal was back.
“Peter,”
she blurted, urgently.
“You have to get me out of here.”
“Did something happen? Are you okay?”
“No. I mean, yes, I’m fine. But I can’t be here with them.”
“Whew, Adrienne. Way to give me a heart attack. You’re on their radar, you’re under their protection for reasons I don’t know, but I don’t fucking care. They’re there to protect you from Morton. Right now, you’re the safest woman in the world. There’s no way I’m messing that up.”
“Argh,”
she growled and angrily disconnected the call and threw her phone across the room. She glanced out the window. It wasn’t snowing as heavily any more. She just had to bid her time and make her escape.
Emerson, Darien, and Austin seemed hellbent on not only intruding on her life when she didn’t ask them to, but she also couldn’t get them out of her head.
All that stopped now.
Her body was sorer than if she had spent three hours in her home gym, and her butt was still burning on the inside and the outside. She hurried to the shower, scrubbed up, rinsed, repeated, and then got dressed in thick track pants and a hoodie. Not her usual style, but for now she was snowed in with the SEALs and she had to behave normally, not give away any hint of her plan to escape as soon as the weather cleared up a little.
After looking at herself in the mirror, she decided the approach going forward was that the whole virginity-taking, ginger root, belt spanking, and vagina-sucking thing did not happen. By that, she meant she was erasing it from her mind.
What she needed to use her energy on was getting herself out of the cabin. It wasn’t going to happen today or tomorrow, for that matter, but it was going to happen.
For her sanity.
It didn’t matter that Peter regarded them so highly. He wasn’t properly questioning why they were there in the first place. Who hired them? Who were they working for? Peter trusted them, and she trusted Peter, but could she trust them? How could she trust them when all they said was, she belonged to them? What kind of an answer was that? She knew enough that their very words were a red flag.
And they couldn’t keep touching her. She had seen them twice, and she found herself naked and at their mercy on both occasions.
It wasn’t going to happen again.