Page 29 of Hide Me Darling

Crawling into the middle of the bed, I lay on my back and spread my legs.

This might be a mistake, I already know I have trouble bringing myself to climax and don't often get there with partners either. I can’t help but try though. After all the running around town I just did, I think my body deserves this. Plus, it's not like trying would make things any worse.

My fingers touch my throat again, bringing Abel's possessive grip to my mind. The memory of Cain stepping up behind me follows closely as I let my fingers trail down my body. I squeeze my breasts, taking my nipples between my fingers, pain flashing through me as I pinch and twist them. Heat and desire flood me behind it.

I close my eyes, losing myself in the memory. Cain’s voice, dark and commanding, whispering in my ear, "We want you."

Abel's presence, menacing and magnetic, making my heart race. My fingers move lower, tracing the curves of my body, wishing it was the echoes of their touch.

I let my mind drift, imagining their hands on me instead. How I want them to touch me together, one of them teasing my breasts while the other does the same to my aching clit.

As my fingers move lower, I bite my lip to stifle a moan. The memory of the brief glimpse at their dominance, their control, fuels my arousal. I circle my clit slowly, teasing myself, letting the pleasure build. My breathing becomes ragged, the heat pooling in my core growing more intense with each passing second.

But as much as I try, as close as I get, my climax remains just out of reach. After a few more minutes, I growl in frustration and sink back against the bed, hitting the mattress with the same fisted hand I was trying to use to get myself off.

I scrub my hands against my face with a sigh, catching the scent of myself on my fingers. A strange noise catches my attention and I drop my hands. The room is suddenly lit by neon from the TV on the wall facing the bed, where two neon masks fill the screen. My mouth drops open in shock before I scramble to find something to cover myself with.

"Stop," comes an echoing command, and my body freezes. The room has surround sound making the voice come from everywhere, wrapping around me like an invisible grip I am equally terrified of as I am turned on. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and an undeniable thrill coursing through me.

How did they hack into my TV? How long have they been watching me? How the fuck did I not find this camera?

"Hydessa." Something in the modulated voice tells me it’s Cain, smooth and commanding as it fills the room. "We told you your time ran out. From that moment on, there is no hiding from us."

My breath catches in my throat. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet the same intoxicating fear and desire that haunted me earlier, grips me again.

"We told you we would come for you," Abel's modulated voice joins, darker, more menacing. "From that moment on, you belonged to us."

A shiver runs down my spine. I can almost feel his touch again, sending a jolt of arousal through me.

"Now, lay back," Cain's voice is softer now, almost coaxing. "Show us what belongs to us."

My eyes widen, a mix of fear and excitement flooding my senses. Shaking my head, I try to show them I won’t do this. This is not me.

I shouldn’t be listening to them, I should be fighting this even if there is something deep inside me that wants to obey them. My body feels frozen, caught between the desire to resist and the undeniable pull of their commands.

"Hydessa," Cain's voice continues. "We know you can hear us. There's no use fighting it now."

Abel's voice chimes in, low and chilling. "You belong to us. You felt it tonight, didn't you? The thrill of being ours."

Their words send another shiver down my spine. Despite my fear, a strange arousal pulses through me, mingling with the lingering frustration from not having an orgasm in months.

Is this what my body needs now? Crazy men who have threatened me and invaded my privacy but who command me to own my pleasure for them? Maybe I’m more fucked in the head than I realized.

"Lay back," Cain's voice is threatening now. "Show us."

The room feels surreal, bathed in the eerie glow of the neon masks flickering on the TV screen. Part of me wants to resist, to shut them out, but another part—buried deep within—craves their dominance, their control.

Slowly, almost against my will, I find myself sinking back onto the bed to obey. The moonlight and neon lights brighten up the room as I lie there, exposed and vulnerable. I hesitate for a moment, uncertainty clouding my mind, before slowly parting my legs.

The room feels charged with their presence, as their unseen eyes watch my every move. I close my eyes, giving in to the thrill of being seen like this, of being desired by these dangerous men. My fingers find their way lower, trailing down my body until they reach the soft warmth between my thighs.

"Spread yourself," Abel's voice cuts through the silence, gruff and unyielding. "Let us see everything."

My heart races, torn between the thrill of obedience and the terror of what I'm about to do. Slowly, I part my legs further, reaching down with my fingers to spread my pussy open.

"Good girl," Cain's voice whispers, smooth and approving. "That's it. Touch yourself for us. Show us how wet you are."

Goosebumps travel from my head to my toes over his praise. I get the feeling that not many people have been praised by this man, and I find myself wanting to earn more of it.

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