Page 32 of The Perfect Escape

“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 itrolling through me. Despite the lava floor, everything wascoldhere.

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, hisgaze 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 youkiddingme 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 tosithere?”

“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.”

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