9. Rosie
rosie
The red hall was ominous. My grip on Hawk tightened as he stepped across the threshold, and the three of us were greeted with a cool draft of air. The door automatically closed behind us and locked.
My heart leapt to my throat. This was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Part of me felt confused, part of me felt excited, and part of me felt a little scared.
Well, maybe scared and aroused.
Hawk’s heart was beating fast, too. I could hear it thumping against his strong chest, my ear pressed to his skin. His palms were clammy, which made me even more nervous.
If Hawk was worried, then so was I.
“Ash,” I whispered. “Is this… part of…”
“No breaking,” he said, his tone cold. “Trust in the game master.”
The game master.
Who the fuck was the game master?
My mind swirled with possibilities. I looked up at Hawk, but his brows drew together in a scowl. I knew he was wondering the same thing.
Who was the person pulling the strings and treating us like sex puppets?
Ashton didn’t seem phased as he led us down the long and winding hall. The walls were made of stone, the floor lighting up red and orange. It looked like it was a screen that responded to pressure, every step forward sending ripples of sparks underfoot.
“It’s like…” I trailed off with a frown. “Lava?”
“Maybe like an underwater volcano,” Hawk said. “Maybe…”
I nodded and turned my head, looking around the space more. Whoever was behind this, they’d done an elaborate job at setting this up.
“We’re running out of time,” I whispered.
Ash glanced back at us. The way the shadows danced around us almost made him look like a villain. “We’ll get to Greg.”
I nodded, my throat squeezing. Hawk pressed a kiss to my forehead as the hallway twisted to the left. The corridor ended abruptly at another door.
Submit to Escape was etched into the metal. I stared at the words and shook my head as they took on a whole new meaning.
Just what in the hell had Greg signed us up for? Did he even know?
What if this had been the plan from the start?
What if…
What if Greg was the game master?
The thought startled me. There was no way my sweet Greg could be the one behind this…
Right?
Right?
I wasn’t so sure.
Maybe it was Hawk. Maybe it was Ashton.
Hell, maybe it was someone I didn’t know at all.
“Someone’s brain is awake again,” Hawk snorted.
I looked up at him and stuck my tongue out, earning a gentle swat on my ass. I wrinkled my nose. Even a gentle pat sent a jolting reminder of the spankings from earlier.
I wasn’t going to be able to sit without feeling the ache for at least two days.
“Oh, I know,” Ash said. “I can feel Rosie’s cloud of thoughts from here. Put her down.”
I squeaked as Hawk dropped me quickly. My feet hit the floor and I stumbled, grabbing onto his bicep to steady myself. I was suddenly reminded that not only was I completely naked, but an absolute mess too. Covered in cum, sweat, tears, and god knew what else.
Ash pulled me close and surprised me by tangling his fingers in my hair and tugging my head back. His lips pressed against mine, and then parted, our kiss turning deeper. Sweeter.
I swayed against him, all of my thoughts vanishing. It was hard to think about the problem at hand in his arms.
When he drew back, he softened his touch. “Are you ready?” he murmured.
I swallowed hard. I wasn’t sure if I was, actually. I drank in the real him for a moment, the man that had?—
“Rosie,” he said, his voice hardening. He tightened his grip in my hair. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir,” I rasped. “I am.”
“Good. Open the door.”
The door loomed in front of us. Would this be it? The final room? Would Greg be on the other side, or would we have to solve another puzzle?
What happened if we failed?
What if I didn’t save Greg?
All of those questions swirled in my head as I reached for the handle. The metal was cold against my hand, the shock of it rolling through me. Despite the lava floor, everything was cold here.
The hinges screeched as I shoved the door open. It was heavy and took all of my strength.
The next room was revealed. I gasped, my eyes widening as I took it all in. The room looked like it was at the center of a volcano, only the rocky walls had massive screens on them showing…
Video.
Of the three of us fucking.
The sound of our cries and moans echoed through the cavern, erotic and unashamed.
And at the center was?—
I squealed as I was suddenly shoved through the doorway. I stumbled forward, catching myself before I hit the floor. A grunted curse followed, and I spun around just as Hawk was shoved into the room and the door slammed shut.
“Ash!” Hawk yelled. “ What the fuck ? What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck is going on?”
I turned back, torn between the shock of being pushed into this room by Ash and then…
Greg.
I rushed to my husband.
At the center of it all was Greg, tied to a chair and completely naked. A ball gag was bound around his head, drool dripping from his mouth. He rocked back and forth in his seat, trying to see us. I went around to face him and froze, my mouth falling open.
A Fleshlight was fastened to his cock, pumping him slowly.
Cum dripped from it, making him a completely helpless mess.I quickly unbuckled the ball gag as Hawk stormed around the room angrily, clearly looking for a way out.
Occasionally, his gaze would linger on the screens that were clearly showing everything we’d just done.
The moment the ball gag was off Greg, he let out a long groan, his eyes fluttering. “Hey, Rosie.”
“Hey Rosie?” I barked out. “Are you kidding me Greg?”
The corner of his mouth tugged with a smile, but was quickly lost as his muscles tensed. Another groan left him and my mouth dropped as I realized my stupid husband was coming.
Again.
“Is this what you’ve been doing?” I asked, planting my hands on my hips. “Watching me get fucked by two strangers while you got to sit here?”
“It’s not like I knew I was going to get tied up,” he whimpered.
“Damn it, Greg!” I yelled. “I’ve been doing acrobatics and getting my back blown out while you’ve just been sitting here like some cuck just watching me? Not trying to rescue me?”
“I don’t think you needed rescuing,” he chuckled, his gaze lighting up with mischief.
“Rosie,” Hawk called. “The timer is still going.”
I turned around, my eyes widening as I saw the clock. And he was right, it was still going.
Which meant this was the last puzzle to solve.
“Where in the hell is Ash?” That son of a bitch. “Is he the game master? He has to be.”
“I think he must be,” Hawk said as he joined us.
Greg looked up at him. “Hey, stranger.”
Hawk raised a brow, fighting a smile. “Hey, stranger .”
“How’d it feel fucking my wife?”
“Greg,” I warned. “I will put this ball gag back on and leave you here forever.”
“Oh come on,” he whined. “Untie me. Free me. Hawk?”
Hawk shook his head. “I’m not untying you. That’s up to your wife.”
“I thought you were the Dom here?”
“Is he always this annoying?” Hawk asked me.
“He is,” I said, exasperated. “He doesn’t even appreciate all I’ve done for him.”
Hawk reached for the Fleshlight that was still pumping Greg’s cock, and undid the rope that held it in place. The moment it came off, more cum slid out onto Greg’s lap. He groaned, shaking his head.
“I was using that,” he huffed.
“Yeah, I can see that.” Hawk tossed it to the floor. “We’re running out of time. What happens then? Because we’ve got you, but Ash is now gone, and we’re still trapped.”
“ Maybe it’s time you beg for your escape.”
The game master’s voice sounded a little different this time.
“Ash,” I said, my eyes widening.
A dark chuckle filled the room from hidden speakers. “ Yes, angel? ”
“How?” I asked.
That was the only word I could form. How on earth had he pulled all of this off when he’d been with us the entire time?
“I’d like to also know how ,” Hawk said. “Did Greg help?”
“No,” Greg said quickly, shaking his head. “I’ve been here since I left Rosie.”
“I thought you were going to the bathroom,” I said.
“Me too. But then I got locked in the bathroom. And when I came out, I was kidnapped by two strangers.”
I was completely bewildered.
“The timer is ticking,” Ashton’s voice boomed.
“If you want to get out of this room, then the three of you are going to do exactly as I say. I don’t care if you don’t want to do it.
I don’t care if it feels wrong or feels uncomfortable—you’ll do it.
Otherwise, I’ll go back to the hotel and enjoy the room service all by myself. ”
The three of us protested and were met with another evil laugh.
“You’ve got twenty minutes,” he said. “Twenty minutes to please the game master and escape.”
“We’ll do whatever you want,” Greg moaned.
“Fuck off, Greg,” Hawk snapped. “And fuck you too, Ash.”
“Aw, someone doesn’t like being a sub,” Ash crooned. “Only that’s a fucking lie. We all know you like being a sub sometimes. Get on your fucking knees, Hawk. Now.”
I turned to look at him. Hawk shook his head, his cheeks red and eyes bright with frustration.
“Hawk,” I said. “Just do what he says.”
“No,” Hawk quipped.
I stepped closer to him and closed my hand around his cock right in front of my husband. It hardened in my grip, his breath hitching.
“Please,” I whispered. “Just submit. Give into it.”
His eyes fluttered shut and he shook his head, but didn’t stop me as I started to stroke him.
“Damn it, Rosie,” he groaned. “You sure know how to convince a man.”
He was right, I did. I leaned up on my tip toes, ignoring Greg’s whimper as I kissed Hawk. I stroked him faster. “Get on your knees for the game master,” I whispered. “And I’ll get on my knees for you.”
His breath hitched. “Fuck,” I whispered.
I glanced past him at the clock. We were losing time.
“Hawk,” I begged. “Please. Please . I’m begging you to do what he wants. Please help us escape.”
He shook his head, but his will was waning. His cock strained in my grip and he pressed his hips forward.
“Fucking hell,” he rasped, his eyes flying open.
He held my gaze as he slowly stepped back, his nostrils flaring as he knelt on the cold floor.
“Good,” the game master said. “Let’s begin.”