Epilogue One #2
I made it halfway when Skye stepped out of one of the rooms, shirtless, sexy, and with cuffs in his hand. Fuckety fuck.
I didn’t need to turn around to know Luca and Maverick were closing the distance behind me. Paired with the fact that Wes was MIA and Diego was fucking with the locks and I knew running was now out. It was time to fight.
I stood no chance, but that wasn’t the point. I would have to give as hard as I got.
“You and Diego are on their side? I feel betrayed.”
Skye shrugged. “Sorry, sunshine. This was too good to pass up.”
What did that mean? Desire filled my belly. It was impossible to guess whatever kinky deliciousness my Doms had cooked up for me, but just because I very much wanted whatever it was, didn’t mean I was ready to find out now.
Luca made a swipe for me. I ducked, glad I’d taken my T-shirt off so he didn’t have something to grab. Then I barreled forward in a football move aimed directly for Skye’s stomach.
Skye’s core strength was outrageous. He was like one of those Pilates ladies. I’d hoped surprise would get him to falter, but I was wrong. Strong arms wrapped around my middle, holding me tight.
“Oh yay, you made it easy for me.”
“I don’t think so,” I replied, then I bit down on his nipple that happened to be right in front of my face.
“Ahh, you little fucker.”
Skye took one arm off me and pulled my hair so damn hard, tears formed in my eyes. I detached my teeth.
It happened fast then. I was on the floor, my face smashed into the hardwood, and Skye lay on my back.
He reached for my arm—the non-surgically repaired one since they were still careful even though I was totally cleared by this point—but I didn’t fucking think so. I bucked hard, arms flailing, and hit a target. By the cursing, it was Luca.
The next time, I wasn’t as successful, and massive, callused fingers dug into my wrist, separating the bones until it was just this side of painful. Maverick. “Ahhh! Get off me, asshole!”
“Not until the little slut learns his lesson.”
Someone’s hand landed against my ass, hard enough that it smarted despite my joggers. Then again and again and again.
I cried out, fighting mercilessly against everyone, but it was a losing battle. One of the cuffs snapped around the wrist Maverick was holding and my arm was wrenched painfully behind my back.
“Fuck you!” I shouted, but I was ignored.
We had guidelines in place for this kind of play.
We knew each other’s limits and how far we could go, and safewords were always in effect.
It made CNC scenes more real because there were no long discussions.
We did that at our biweekly, sometimes weekly check-ins, where we talked about everything dynamic related.
It had felt a little unnecessary at first, but now I looked forward to those meetings.
I didn’t give up, but they managed to cuff both hands behind my back.
Skye’s fingers curled into my hair and wrenched my head up till my neck was exposed and at a painful angle.
“Let go, fucker. Get the fuck off me,” I growled, but I didn’t dare move; I didn’t want a chunk of hair ripped out.
Maverick squatted so his face was inches in front of me and tapped my cheek, hard enough to be considered a light slap. I bared my teeth at him.
“Keep fighting, slut. I like the ones who struggle. Makes it so much more fun.”
After all that, they dragged me to the playroom. I didn’t make it easy on them, screaming, biting anyone who got close, and turning into dead weight.
Not that it mattered after Mav threw me over his shoulder like a fucking sack of potatoes. He smacked my ass, not once but five times. Fucking hard too. The biting stopped when Luca waved an uncomfortably large ball gag in my face before strapping it on me.
“Imgnnakllu,” I screamed as I fought Maverick.
Another slap had me whimpering. “Settle, brat. We’re trying to give you a present. You won’t get it if you keep being a bad boy.”
I doubted that. Maverick loved it when I fought back, but I was getting tired, and I was interested in what was coming next. I relaxed, but I would make sure he knew it wasn’t because he’d told me to later.
Skye opened the door for us, but the lights were still off. The door slammed closed, and Maverick dumped me unceremoniously onto the floor.
“Mhmmmmhmmm!” I yelled, which made the three of them laugh. Fuckers.
Three of them . . . Where the hell had Wes gone? And where was Diego? I hadn’t seen him at all.
Even with my hands tied behind my back, I managed to get to my knees.
I silently thanked Skye for all the brutal flexibility lessons he’d forced on me during training.
I still felt vulnerable as all hell with these men hovering over me, but that both scared and excited me.
I really hoped whatever this was, they planned on taking my cage off, because that motherfucker was getting tight.
The lights flicked on, and footsteps approached me from behind.
My head snapped toward the sound, and I only relaxed slightly when I saw it was Wes and Diego.
Wes had already stripped down to the sexiest pair of boxer briefs I’d ever seen.
His dick was pulled out over the band, and there was a wet spot on the front.
Diego still had his thin joggers on, but let’s just say Wes wasn’t the only one with a wet spot staining his clothes.
“It’s time to prepare the slut.”
I whipped back to Maverick. What did he mean prepare?
I was hauled to my feet, and before I could get a good kick at Skye’s shin, he started to drag me to the bondage chair they had set up in the middle of the room. How had I not seen that?
My heart raced as Skye threw me onto it.
Literally. I swore I flew a little. My back hit the soft leather, and then two sets of strong hands pushed me into the seat so I couldn’t move.
Luca and Wes. They bent me in half so my face was near my knees.
Thank fuck they only kept me there long enough to uncuff me.
Then I was pulled forcibly back up into a sitting position.
Hands wrapped around my forearms and pulled them behind me so I couldn’t move, but they didn’t tie me down.
Skye knelt between my legs. “Remember, no kicks to the face, bunny,” Luca reminded me sharply, using the nickname he only called me during this kind of play. I grimaced and put my knee down, as I’d been about to do exactly that.
Skye grinned. “Oh, c’mon, sunshine. I’m only trying to help.”
I glared at the traitor. He was supposed to be on my side. His fingers curled into the band of my pants and started to drag them down as I stilled. I wasn’t going to fight getting naked.
Once he had my bottom half bare, Skye reached for my poor cock that was begging for release in the confines of the cage. He squeezed one of my swollen balls and I screamed, my legs thrashing. He was lucky I didn’t kick him by accident.
“Fuck, Boss. Can you see this? He’s really straining.”
The audacity! Skye’s Dommy side didn’t come out to play often, but he’d clearly taken a page from Maverick’s sadist handbook.
Skye leaned in closer, so his face was buried between my legs, breathing in deeply. “Mmmm, you smell so delicious, sunshine.” His tongue darted out and licked a stripe across my balls. My whine was obscene, even through the ball gag.
“Enough teasing,” Mav instructed, his voice rough. “Let’s get him strapped down.”
There was some rattling behind me, and then Luca’s arm came into view. He was holding a chain out, which Skye snatched from him. He waved it in front of my face, and I almost cried when I saw the key to my cage.
“Would you like this off?” Skye fondled it, bouncing the plastic in his hand.
I nodded rapidly, so there was no confusion.
I knew my eyes had to be as wide as saucers.
I kept nodding as he thumbed the tip of my cock that was pushing through the bottom of the cage.
He fiddled with my PA piercing enough that I was wriggling in their hold again.
Maverick crowded Skye from behind, his massive hands holding my thighs still.
“I’m not sure if he really wants it off,” Wes, of all fucking people, added, nearly conversationally. If I had the strength to do anything but stare at my poor, strangled cock, I would’ve glared at him. Instead, all I could do was drool and whimper pathetically. “Maybe he should beg.”
Maverick laughed almost cruelly. “Good idea.” He pinched one of my thighs he was holding down. “Beg, puppy.”
Fuck, did I beg. It was all nonsensical, and I doubted any of them could understand a word, but no one seemed to care.
Maverick and Skye were getting more turned on by the second, Skye pulling his own cock free of his waistband.
Finally, when I was so desperate that tears were springing into my eyes, Skye took pity on me and unlocked the cage.
He barely had it all the way off before all the blood rushed through it. It hurt a little as my cock hardened. It had been so damn long, and I was so turned on. My hips shook with effort as I tried to keep still.
I was so damn distracted by my nearly purple dick that I didn’t even realize that Mav and Skye had gotten my legs strapped down in the bondage chair.
Every part was adjustable and movable, so once I was bound by my ankles, calves, and around my thighs, they widened the individual leg sections so I was spread and vulnerable, completely at their mercy.
“I’m taking the gag off,” Luca informed me, “but keep your mouth shut. The only thing I want to hear from you is a safeword or to answer direct questions, otherwise it’s going back in, understand?”
I probably looked like a bobblehead with the way I was nodding. Luca unstrapped the gag and pulled it out of my mouth. I stretched my jaw, as the sensation after removing it was always a little weird.
“Check in, Brooks?” Luca asked, his finger brushing over my ear.
“Green, Sir.”