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I didn't know, but I was excited to find out. She alluded to wanting sexual favors in place of her playing the part of damsel, but that would be after we spent the night pondering more ideas.

Chapter 9

Talon

We kept her mouth covered for the night because she kept throwing sass our way. I even left her in the kitchen, tied up, for her to learn how to behave better. She'd be miserable from sleeping in that chair all night, if she slept at all. That had been part of my plan all along because I wanted to drive her wild like she did us.

She probably couldn't comprehend how she spilled into our thoughts and never left after what she put us through. I couldn't even fall asleep without thinking of her sounds or the way she felt wrapped around my cock. Her tight snatch making me twitch and even harden right now at the memory. It took thoughts of random disgusting things to figure out how to control it.

In plain words,I didn't sleep much. I'd been the one to take her to the bathroom last night, and I let her use a baby wipe between her legs to clean up our previous mess just a little, but I knew Leo took good care of her after sex to prevent any infections. We also fixed her a quick peanut butter and jelly sandwich once we had her tied back up. We couldn't starve the poor girl even though that seemed like another fun way to torment her.

I rinsed my razor off in the sink before bringing it back up to my face to clean the little scrappy hairs away from the fuller look I had going on. My hand had to wipe more steam away because my shower ran warmer than normal. I kept my facial scruff as a shadow, but I liked my lines clean because I didn't like how it looked when there were too many estranged hairs.

My fingers set it down after I finished, taking a towel to my face to get the excess water off, and that's when I heard the sound of a chair scooting across the floor. My heart dropped as I realized she was trying to escape, so I nearly sprinted from the bathroom to head toward the kitchen. The tip of my shoulder even hit against the door frame in my haste, but I had to get there in time before she did something stupid like tip her chair over to break it. As fun as that was to see in movies, it didn't happen in real life.

I turned in the kitchen, prepared to see the worst, but I found something else entirely. There she sat. Her chair moved across the floor to reach the counter. Most would believe she did this for food, but Victoria did it for her face to pet the fucking cat. Literally, her head ran down the cat's back and the cat kept turning to use her face. It made me question everything.

She didn't know I stood in the room with her, and I kept watching for several minutes. My sister's cat then jumped from the counter onto her lap, kneading her paws into our hostage like she would a friend. Jesus, she even seduced the cat to being on her side. "What the hell did you do to her to like you so much?"

Victoria startled at my voice, squeaking around the gag in her mouth. I'd have to buy her a new one today that'd be extra fun. A ball gag would look lovely in our new pet's mouth. She mumbled words around the cloth, so I moved toward her and lowered it. "I haven't peed in eight hours!"

Shit, I couldn't tell her I forgot about all the extras that would come with having her here, but I did take her last night before heading to bed. My hands worked her ties to keep the one behind her back in place. Leo and Kage only hooked her to the chair with a thin keychain hook. If she pulled hard enough, she'd be free, but she never tried, believing it was something stronger.

"Can you hurry? I have to pee, and I'd rather not in the only outfit I have!" Goddamn, that mouth wanted me to put her in her place, but I knew her basic human rights mattered more right now. It would be hard to remember her needs, so I'd have to talk to the guys about keeping the gag off for her to communicate better with us. I didn't know if I liked the sound of that because she'd bitch most of the day like a little brat. "And you made me sleep in a fucking wooden chair all night! One of you better know how to give a decent massage because my neck is killing me!"

Dear lord, this was going to be a fun week.

Vicky

"Hello! Did you all forget I exist?" I shouted from my place in the kitchen where they moved me back to. Morning came extremely slow because I couldn't sleep all night. My limbs were still tied to the chair, and no matter how many times I dozed off, I woke up within minutes because of the kink in my neck.

Only once early this morning did the main guy came in to remove the rag from my mouth that they had me gagged overnight with. He thought it was quite comical that I scooted my chair to love on the cat that got on the counter beside me. Only my head could lean against it, but the kitty kept enjoying my company too.

I kept trying to struggle out of the bindings, but I couldn't move. While being tied up was a hot fantasy, I didn't think about the long-term effects it would have. My arms were curved behind my back, so my shoulders were in pain. Not to mention that I really had to go to the bathroom again.

My ears heard the front door open twice, so either one left and came back, or two were gone. I didn't like being left alone, and it wasn't fair to be tied up in a chair without some sort of company.

"You're all just a bunch of assholes! Here I am, helping you, and this is how you treat me? I even covered for you in the video to my father." I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

My mouth had been going off all morning about how unfair they'd been to me. I kept telling them they were lucky I wasn't free because I would have destroyed their house by now. I also might have mentioned they were only good for the few things they had done to me yesterday.

“I stand by what I said! You're only worth is between your legs! I bet you can't get it up again and that's why you're avoiding me.”

This time, I heard footsteps heading my direction. It pleased me to know I finally got one of their attentions. Secretly, that's what I wanted anyway. I welcomed Leopold with a grin on my face that dared him to deny me again.

He fixed his glare on me, removing his glasses for me to see the extent of it. The man was fine as hell in his plaid shirt with a tie. He lowkey looked like some type of professor, and it triggered those type of fantasies for me. Him being a tech nerd checked out.

“Even makingit impossible for me to get my work done,” he growled.

“You have been making it impossible for me to be comfortable,” I snarked back.

He didn't give me time to think before storming over to my chair and pulling back on one of my braids. He made me look up at him in a dominant move to remind me that I was his submissive. Yeah, I enjoyed that.

“You talk a lot of smack for someone who's tied to a chair. And if we're talking about worth, why don't we busy your mouth with what it's supposed to be doing?”

He talked a big talk, but I could hear him unzipping his pants with his other hand that wasn't fisted in my hair. I couldn't see it because of how he had me angled, but that didn't mean I didn't like where this was leading.

He tugged my braid to the side for my head to tilt right before shoving his fat cock into my mouth. Everything within my body began to sizzle in anticipation, but I bit back a moan. I didn't want him to know how much I enjoyed this type of play, and I still had to pee.

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