Chapter 23
CASSIE
I let Vigo lead me to the hot tub as much because I was actually dying to fuck them as because I knew there was no point fighting them
Especially Hawk.
I’d been without my sight for two weeks now and I knew that tone in his voice, the one that said he wasn’t fooling around and he was going to get his way one way or the other.
I stood as still as a statue while Vigo undressed me, pulling my sundress over my head — careful of my broken arm — and stripping off my underwear until I was naked in the cooler evening air.
“We need to cover that arm,” he said. “Be right back.”
My arm was the second most annoying of my injuries after my blindness. It made it hard to do the most basic of things: get comfortable to sleep, steady myself when I was off balance, wash my face or hair without help.
I felt vulnerable and exposed while I waited, the whisper of discarded cotton and denim making it clear Hawk and Jagger were wasting no time taking off their clothes.
I missed looking at them, missed seeing their sculpted bodies and the ink that crawled over their skin. I missed their hands and their faces and their eyes, missed seeing the way they looked at me and guessing — or knowing — what they were thinking.
“Here you go, mouse.” Vigo was back and I heard the rustle of plastic, felt him gently cover my arm. “Tying it off like I do in the shower.”
“Not going to lie, I’m a bit jealous you’ve been letting Vigo help you in the shower,” Jagger said.
“That shit ends now.” Hawk was right in front of me, and I felt the brush of his body against mine. He squeezed my face, the way he did when he was frustrated or mad, when he wanted to make a point. “No more hiding. Understand?”
I nodded and he stepped closer, slid his fingers into the hair at the back of my head.
“You wouldn’t want to hide from us if you knew how beautiful you are.” There was a kind of anguish in his voice. “How much we all still want to fuck you.”
I sighed as his mouth closed over mine, his tongue pushing between the seam of my lips to sweep through my mouth. I slid my hands up his chest, mapping the peaks and valleys with my fingers, wrapping my arms around his neck and pressing my body into his.
He groaned and took the kiss deeper, his tongue on a rampage through my mouth, devouring me as his fingers tightened in my hair, forcing my head back until I had to fight to stay upright.
He was swallowing me whole, his dick hot and hard against my bare stomach, and my pussy pulsed with need.
“Are you going to bogart our mouse all night?” Vigo said behind me.
“You’ve had your turn,” Hawk growled, breaking the kiss.
“I haven’t," Jagger said, moving behind me.
He was hard too, and his cock nestled against the crack of my ass as he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind.
He touched his lips to my neck and I felt the hot stroke of his tongue against the sensitive skin under my ear.
“Hand me those clamps,” Hawk said.
I didn’t both asking questions. This was their domain, and I’d learned that whatever they did to me — whatever toys they used — would ultimately bring me more pleasure than I could have imagined before they’d escorted me out of the tunnels all those weeks ago.
I heard the soft chime of metal on metal, and then, warm hands on my tits followed by cool metal pinching my right nipple.
At first the clamp was just tight enough to be stimulating but a moment later it got tighter and I gasped with the pleasure-pain of it.
“You’ll get used to it,” Hawk said, tightening another clamp on my left nipple.
“Get used to it?” Jagger said against my ear. “She’s going to fucking love it.”
Jagger held my tits in his hands and tugged on one of the clamps and a swell of wet heat rushed between my thighs.
“How’s that?” he murmured against my shoulder.
“Good,” I gasped when he tugged on the other one. “It’s… good.”
Hawk had been right: I was already getting used to it. Already feeling how it heightened my pleasure, how it made me even wetter.
“Well, shit,” Vigo said. “I guess I’ll just take advantage of this front row seat.”
I heard the water move and guessed Vigo was wading into the hot tub, wondered if he’d take his dick in his hand and get himself off while he watched what Hawk and Jagger were doing to me.
I was lost in Hawk’s kiss, in the tug of the clamps on my nipples as Jagger touched his mouth to my shoulders, his big arms holding me tight against him.
Then Hawk slid a hand between my thighs, stroking through my wet folds, and I moaned into his mouth.
He broke away. “She’s already soaked. Let’s get her in the water.”
He took my hand and tugged, but my feet were welded to the ground, the thought of getting into the hot tub without my sight suddenly intimidating. I could hear the hot tub, could smell it, could even feel the heat emanating from it.
But I couldn’t see it and that changed everything.
“I can’t,” I said. “I’m… I’m scared.”
I’d said it to Hawk and Vigo when they’d found me in the ravine, when we’d been waiting for search and rescue, but I hated admitting it to them in the real world where I was supposed to be whole.
“I’ll carry you in,” Hawk said, his body brushing against mine.
“No, I’m fine. I’l just go in— ”
I squealed as he lifted me into his arms.
“You’re not going to miss this because you’re scared,” he said.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he moved forward, his arms tight around my back and under my knees, his muscled body like an iron safety net securing my body.
I held on tight as he stepped into the hot tub, then felt the hot water touch my ass, my thighs, my toes.
Then I was all the way in, sighing with pleasure as I was enveloped in the steamy heat.
“Lay back,” Hawk said, loosening his hold on me.
“What… what do you mean?”
“Lay back and float so I can eat your pussy.”
“Don’t worry,” Jagger said, slipping his arms under my back. “I’ll hold you on top of the water.”
“My arm…”
“Hold it on your stomach,” Jagger said. “It will be okay. Vigo sealed it up tight.”
I moved my arm onto my stomach, tried to lay back, then panicked. “I can’t.”
I was falling back into nothing, counting on the fact that something — or someone — would catch me.
“You can,” Hawk said, his voice hard. “You will. We don’t let the darkness control us, Cass. That only gives it power. Embrace it. Sink into it.”
“Trust us,” Jagger said. “We’ve got you.”
I relaxed a little at a time, letting Jagger take the weight of my upper body as the back of my head dropped into the water and Hawk held my legs.
I was allowed to get the tape on my torso wet, and the ache of my healing ribs eased as the water made me buoyant and the pain that had become a constant backdrop to every waking minute subsided.
I should have gotten in the hot tub a long time ago, when the Hawks had suggested it.
After a couple seconds, I started to feel secure, Jagger’s arms solid under my upper body, Hawk’s under my legs. I felt like a baby learning to swim, my parents holding me securely in their arms while I got used to the water.
I was looking up at the sky but I couldn’t see the stars, and a tear slipped down my temple and into my hair.
One of Jagger’s hands cradled my head, his voice right over my face. “It’s okay, Cass. It’s okay.”
“I’ve lost so much.”
“And the people who took it from you are going to pay.” Hawk’s voice held a fevered promise.
Jagger stroked my temple. “It’s going to be okay.”
His mouth pressed against mine in what started as a chaste kiss. Then I opened for him and our tongues tangled as he stroked through my mouth, the kiss turning from tender to heated.
I left my sorrow behind in favor of a hunger that filled my body to overflowing, meeting every sweep of his tongue with one of my own.
The water lapped around my body, the kiss somehow more erotic for the fact that our hands were otherwise occupied — mine at my sides as I floated in the water, Jagger holding my head and upper body.
I felt safe and warm, cocooned by the water and the big hands of the men who suspended me in it.
Safe against all reason.
The clamps maintained a steady pressure on my nipples, but without anyone tugging on them it was mild and pleasant, a bonus to the heated sweeps of Jagger’s tongue in my mouth.
His kiss was setting me on fire and I barely noticed when Hawk took hold of my knees to rest my calves on his shoulders.
Then he ran his fingers through my pussy and I shuddered with pleasure, goosebumps rising on the front of my body, exposed to the cool night air.
“We’re going to take care of you, Cass.” Jagger’s voice came from the shadows, another promise.
“In every way,” Hawk said. “Starting with eating this hot little pussy.”