Page 34 of The Perfect Escape

I turned to look at him. Hawk shook his head, his cheeks red and eyes bright with frustration.

“Hawk,” I said. “Just do what he says.”

“No,” Hawk quipped.

I stepped closer to him and closed my hand around his cock right in front of my husband. It hardened in my grip, his breath hitching.

“Please,” I whispered. “Just submit. Give into it.”

His eyes fluttered shut and he shook his head, but didn’t stop me as I started to stroke him.

“Damn it, Rosie,” he groaned. “You sure know how to convince a man.”

He was right, I did. I leaned up on my tip toes, ignoring Greg’s whimper as I kissed Hawk. I stroked him faster. “Get on your knees for the game master,” I whispered. “And I’ll get on my knees for you.”

His breath hitched. “Fuck,” I whispered.

I glanced past him at the clock. We were losing time.

“Hawk,” I begged. “Please.Please. I’m begging you to do what he wants. Please help us escape.”

He shook his head, but his will was waning. His cock strained in my grip and he pressed his hips forward.

“Fucking hell,” he rasped, his eyes flying open.

He held my gaze as he slowly stepped back, his nostrils flaring as he knelt on the cold floor.

“Good,” the game master said. “Let’s begin.”

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rosie

Goosebumps rippledacross my skin as the air in the room cooled. The screens around us turned on, showing more video of the things we’d done together. Hawk fucking my mouth, spanking me, using me. Video of Ash using the two of us, commanding us how he saw fit.

“I can’t believe it was you,” I said, shaking my head.

I felt like I’d discovered the identity of the Wizard of Oz. Hiding behind the ominous voice and maze of rooms was the mirage of the game master—the very man who had been with us from the start.

“Rosie, untie your pathetic excuse for a husband.”

I swallowed hard and turned my attention to Greg. Hawk waited on his knees impatiently, wearing a scowl that was slowly turning into something else.

Maybe it was lust. Maybe it was shock.

I felt it too. Despite everything that had happened and all we’d done, I still wanted more.

I wanted to know what I was going to be forced to do.

I slipped behind Greg and quickly untied the rope. The hemp felt good in my fingers, rough as it vibrated across itself. I pulled it free and the ropes went slack, falling to the floor.

Greg leaned forward, rolling his shoulders. “Damn,” he said. “That feels better.”

Rope marks circled his entire body like tire tracks. I wrapped my arms around him for a moment and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. He relaxed and leaned back against me.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“I love you too,” I whispered. I straightened and tipped my chin up, looking up as if I were talking to a god. “What next,game master?”

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