Page 19 of The Perfect Escape

That was all I knew.

Hawk glowered at Ashton, but I didn't have the strength to glare anymore. All I could do was survive the constant vibrations sending me over the edge.

Fuck, it felt good.

My head fell back, sweat, drool, and tears coating my face. I looked up at the ceiling, my head spinning as sparks erupted in my lower belly.

Oh god. I couldn’t keep coming.

“No,” I groaned. “No, no, no.”

My pleas did nothing. I knew it wouldn’tdo anything, and yet I repeated them. There was no fighting the next orgasm, or the next, or thenext.

I was at the mercy of the game master.

That sort of helplessness turned me on. Knowing that there was nothing I could do to escape. I had to just let go.

Allow the orgasms take over.

Another moan left me.

Hawk cursed Ashton as he locked the cage around his throbbing cock. But our dominant man only smirked.

He was getting off on torturing us just a little bit. There was no doubt about that.

I sucked in a breath as I watched the two of them. My muscles strained, the ropes rubbing against my skin. I was going to have marks, but I was looking forward to that.

Maybe it was fucked up, but I wanted the reminder of everything I’d done to save my husband.

I wanted to rememberexactlyhow I saved him. A smile tugged across my lips, my chest heaving.

“What happened to sharing?” Hawk snapped at Ash.

Ash only smiled. “Turn and face her.”

Reluctantly, Hawk turned on his knees to face me. His robust chest hair clung to his hard muscles, his cock cupped by the cage they’d manage to get it into. How? I wasn’t even sure. I’d been too busy fighting for my life with this damn vibrator.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Look at her. Covered in sweat and tears and cum. She's such a fucking mess.”

“She is,” he whispered in agreement.

“I want you to clean up that mess with your tongue.”

My breath hitched. I watched as Hawk’s eyes rolled back on a soft moan. Ashton gave his hair another tug and then shoved him forward.

“Clean her up. We'll see how many orgasms she has in the meantime.”

Fuck me. I was going to be even more of a mess. After squirting, I’d been convinced I couldn’t come again. But that was far from the truth.

I could feel the build up starting all over again—the way my fingers buzzed, my blood rushing into my ears, my breaths labored.

Hawk crawled forward, and shocked me by starting with my ankles.

His beard was rough against my skin. I gasped, writhing against the bondage as if I could escape.

But I knew my place. I knew I wasn't going anywhere. There was no escaping what they’d decided to do to me.

“Fuck,” I whimpered.

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