Page 33 of The Perfect Escape

“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.Howon earth had he pulled all of this off when he’d been with us the entire time?

“I’d like to also knowhow,” 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 itfeels 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.”

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