Chapter Nine
CINDER
I feel used.
Cold.
Alone.
This type of treatment is something I lived through daily for years at the hands of my stepmother and stepsisters. I was forced to cook, launder, clean and make sure the house was in order, so if they had guests, everything was sparkling. I was banished to the basement and forced to stay hidden.
My father never saw their cruelty.
When he married Ava, I was happy for him. Until I got to know her and her vile daughters. Shannon and Rena did everything they could to turn my father against me.
The worst thing was, he never saw how nasty they were because they put on an award winning act whenever he was around.
I always knew Ava never loved him, there was an ulterior motive for her so she could rise higher in her social circle.
She saw him as a meal ticket, someone to get her closer to what she desired most.
Becoming queen.
She wants to be waited on hand and foot, served and catered to daily.
Much like how I am catering to these strangers daily without any thanks. All I get out of it is orgasms.
This morning was worse than anything they have ever done to me, as the three of them used my body against me. I succumbed to the desire flowing through me and I should have fought but I was too weak.
Maybe I have daddy issues?
Is that why I’m looking for comfort in the wrong places?
Is that why I loved hearing him say daddy when they fuck me?
I cringe when I begin slicing the zucchini. This item was buried in my ass and even washing it five times doesn’t make me feel better about adding it to the stew. I haven’t seen any of the guys since they left this morning, but I tried to use the free time to snoop and found nothing!
I tried to escape again only to be shocked!
I’m a caged fucking animal, except there is no fence, just a fucking collar that electrocutes me when I pass a certain point. How the fuck am I going to escape if I can’t explore the damn island?
I’ve spent the day scrubbing and cleaning the kitchen. Mainly so I can keep my mind busy and not dwell on the fact I’ve been fucking three strangers, stuck on fucking Sinners Island and have no way to get the fuck off this rock!
When night falls and all my tasks are done, I head outside to the well so I can clean myself.
I smell terrible and must look just as bad.
I have dried up cum all over my body. I use an old cloth and shiver when the cool cloth touches my skin.
I feel exposed and worried that at any moment one of the prisoners will jump out of the woods and…
I don’t even want to think about what would happen if they found me standing here naked.
I flinch in pain when I drag the cloth between my legs. I loved how rough they were and enjoyed it very much, but I’ve never been touched before and maybe in hindsight I should have taken it easy. I snort to myself, like they would have listened to me.
This is new and tantalizing. When I hear a twig snap behind me, I whirl around and instantly go still at the sight of the woman from last night crouched down on all fours staring up at me with those strange violet eyes.
“You’re back,” I breathe out.
“You need to run.”
I shake my head and grip the collar around my neck to show her. “I can’t.”
She sneers at the sight of it. “I’ll get you help.” Hope blooms inside me. This strange creature-like woman might be my only hope of getting off this island. Before I can say more, she hisses like a cat and then runs away on all fours like an animal.
A scream tears out of me when my neck is gripped from behind. Before I can react or do anything to get free, an arm bands around my waist and my back is plastered against a bare chest. My panic only subsides mildly when he dips his head down and I see the glass mask out of the corner of my eye.
“Try to flee and I’ll kill you before you make it past the boundary line.” I grit my teeth and force myself to breathe through the fear. I can defend myself enough to not get mugged against a female but against a man… I would lose. I can shoot great, but without a gun I’m useless.
So let’s play.
I twist, he allows it but keeps his grip on me as I place my hands against his chest. I release a small whimper just to capture his full attention and just like I knew it would, his gaze drops to my mouth. I bat my lashes and give him my best doe eyed look.
“I don’t want to run,” I say quietly.
His eyes narrow. I can see he wants to call bullshit but instead he says, “Why?”
I play into the fear of this island. “I know about this place.” I force a shudder.
“I know there are men here who have done terrible things.” I glide my hands up his chest and circle them around his neck as I push up on my tip toes.
I dart my tongue out and lick the side of his neck, loving the way he trembles beneath my touch.
I may not know who they are but I know this one is the one I blew on the counter this morning.
“I’d rather take my chances with you, daddy.
” I nibble on his flesh, loving the sound of his groan.
I pull back and look up at him like he’s my savior.
If I have to use my body to get me the fuck off this rock, then so be it.
I may as well enjoy my time with them while it lasts.
Once I leave this fucking island, there will be no more threesomes, no more being dominated and there sure as fuck will be no dirty talk.
I’ll be on the first boat to one of the other islands, never looking back. Society would never accept a woman being with three men.
He grips my waist in a bruising hold. I moan at the feeling of his hands on me. He dips his face until his mask presses against my forehead.
“You’re good, Cinder Soot,” he says in a gravelly tone.
“Hmmmm, I could fucking keep you.” Hope blooms inside me, this is what I need.
I just need one of them on my side and he will convince the other two to trust me.
“But, I hate lying bitches.” He shoves me backward.
I land on my ass with a grunt and glare up at the bastard.
“You son—”
“Do as you are fucking told and we might keep you.” His words slam into me with the force of a sledgehammer.
“What do you mean?” His eyes darken. I hear the sound of approaching footsteps and know I have seconds before he shuts down.
Out of the three of them, he is the one that will crack first. Brother and boyfriend—that’s what I’m calling them—are too far gone in their hatred. Why they hate me, I have no idea.
“How can someone so pretty be such a lying cunt?”
“What?” I ask in confusion.
“Such a wicked tongue you have.” His words have my mind reeling. I only speak the truth… wait, do they know who I really am?
It is the one secret my father told me I can never share with anyone except when I claim my rightful place.
I can never share that with them, can I?
I push that thought away, revealing who I really am will do nothing for me.
Shouting it at the top of my lungs won’t get me off this fucking island.
All it would do is paint a target on my back and I can’t have that.
I’ll keep that information to myself for now and use it only if I have to.
The other two arrive and stand on either side of him. I decide to turn the tables in my favor and rest back on my elbows, bend my knees and open my legs. All three of them instantly drop their gazes to my pussy.
“A dream is a wish you make upon a star. Want to know what my wish was?” I purr seductively.
“No,” boyfriend snaps.
“Too bad,” I say, as I shift and glide a hand down my chest and stomach until I reach my pussy and begin playing with my clit.
I may be new to sex but that doesn’t mean I’m not experienced in how to get myself off.
The three of them are at my mercy. They can try and fight it but I know they want me.
I can see it in the way their cocks tent their pants.
“I wish to be owned.” I push a finger inside my pussy and moan despite the sting of pain.
“Used.” I pant as I thrust in and out. “Dominated and degraded. I’m tired of being a good girl.
” I cry out when I hit the sweet fucking spot.
“I want to be a bad girl for—” I flick my gaze to the one standing in front of me, his eyes are locked onto mine, I see his want swirling in those dark eyes. “Daddy.”