Page 7 of The Perfect Escape

“Greg!” Rosie screeched. “Oh my god!”

He couldn’t hear her. Rosie ran her nails through her satin hair, her shoulders heaving with panicked breaths. Hawk went to her, placing his broad hand gently on her upper back, rubbing circles over her tense muscles.

“We’ll make it out,” he promised softly.

Hawk always had a calming effect on people. She was a little panicked fawn, and he was soothing her with his voice and his touch. Rosie slowly relaxed, leaning into him. She sucked in a sharp breath, her pretty eyes full of tears as she looked at us.

“I have to save him,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.

Greg continued to fight against his restraints on the screen.

I exhaled slowly. “I promise to help you, Rosie. However I can. And once we get out, we’ll make whoever did this pay.”

“I’ll help you too,” Hawk said, glancing over at me. “We just have to do what the game master says.”

I nodded. “For better or worse. It’s the rule. It’s… it’s still an escape room. So we should follow the game master’s commands, and we should be able to make it out of here. We’re smart. Between the three of us, I think we’ll figure out how to survive this.”

“We will,” Hawk said. “So…”

Rosie wiped her eyes, smearing a bit of mascara in a way that had my cock perking up. It was fucked up to be turned on by her right now, but she was breathtaking. And seeing this perfect woman a little messy?

I was already hard.

And I’d already been thinking about her all day…

She squared her shoulders, her arched brows pulling together. With one dark look at her husband on the screen andthe timer that was steadily counting down, she slowly sank her knees to the sandy floor.

Kneeling in front of us.

Fuck.

I loved seeing her like this.

“This is fucked up,” Hawk murmured, but I could hear any sort of restraint melting away from him.

I was no better.

When Rosie tipped her chin up, her lips formed a cherry-red pout. “Who’s going first?”

Hawk let out a dark grunt, glancing over at me. I couldn’t help but look down at the shape of his erection straining against his stone-washed jeans. The zipper was fighting for its life to not pop open. I’d seen my friend’s cock a thousand times, but to see him this hard…

It excited me.

I wasn’t in any better condition. The Bermuda shorts I wore did little to keep my hard-on disguised. The floral pattern stretched around the outline of my cock.

“I’m sorry about this,” Hawk rasped, looking down at Rosie.

Her pink tongue darted out, dragging over her full bottom lip. “Whose cock am I sucking?”

“To receive your first mission, you must make him come. Every drop must be swallowed. And he must degrade you. Humiliate you. No further instructions at this time.”

“Fuck,” I rasped. I looked at her, making a face. “I…”

Rosie shook her head, her eyes still swimming with tears. “We have to do what he says. Every single thing.”

“Are you sure?” Hawk grunted.

Rosie pressed her lips. “We have to. We have to save my husband. Do exactly what he tells us to, no matter what.”

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