Page 68 of Bound By Redemption
“You’re dry as a bone. You won’t like the consequences,” Daniel fired back, obviously knowing my play but too damn curious to let it go. This was too big of a challenge for him.
Plastering on a fake smile, I tried to give him a sultry look. He was utterly repulsive, and the only way I was able to do it was by picturing Micah in his place.
Micah.
We’d finally became a family, and here I was tied up and about to be touched by a mad man. This was not how it was supposed to go.
Micah would hate me for what I was about to do, but I didn’t see any other option. It seemed as though buying time wasn’t going to help, so this had to work.
“Come try,” I seduced, being repulsed by him.
He stepped up, lifted his hand, and clutched my vagina hard, his finger penetrating inside of me. It was unyielding and abrasive, not to mention seriously uncomfortable. All I could think about was cutting it off and ramming it up his ass. Instead, I gave a breathy gasp as if he was turning me on. I wasn’t an actress, but today had to be my best performance.
“You are fuckin’ wet. Inside and out.”
This only made me want to yack more, but it was what I wanted, for him to think he'd turned me on. I could and would use my body to save my sister. She’d given up everything for me, and I would do the same for her. We would get out of here.
“Told you.” I shook at the ropes, trying to push my naked body closer to him. The feel of his shirt on my nipples was anything but nice, more like sandpaper. I played it up, though, trying to get my crotch close to him. It was what he wanted from me anyway, to be his breeding factory.
Pulling on the ropes, I maneuvered myself as close to him as I could. I just needed him to untie me. Maybe if I played it up that I wanted to touch him, he would.
Inside I just wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, letting all the rage, frustration, and sadness out of my body. Currently it was threatening to have a mind of its own and take me down with it.
Do it!
While the men around us watched with avid fascination, I darted my focus away from them, peering over Daniel’s shoulder. If I got loose, I’d need something to protect us with. A knife would be preferable, but there was nothing sharp I could see. One of these assholes had to have something sharp!
His hand came to my chin and held it tight, our eyes meeting. I had no idea what he saw in mine. I just hoped it wasn’t my true feelings. His lips touched mine, and I had to hold in my tears as his garbage mouth kissed me. Trying to kiss him back, I felt repulsed with myself. How could I be doing this shit? How could I even attempt this seduction?
Survival, plain and simple.
“Knew you wanted it,” he growled, wiggling his digit inside of me. It hurt like a mother. He was not gentle by any means, but I wiggled my body as though it was the best feeling on the planet. It made me pause and wonder if this was how he was with all of his women. Why I’d think of this at this time, I had no clue.
“Of course.”
His lips started at my neck and moved down to my breasts. He took a tip in his mouth and sucked painfully hard. While I wanted to cry out in pain, somehow I was able to hold it in and make some sort of pleasure sound. At least I hoped it was.
I maneuvered my body once again, hoping that he’d take the hint to untie me. It wasn’t happening, and with his hands roaming over my naked body, I wanted to kill this man.
How dare he touch me… That was all the men here thought about. Getting a wife and knocking them up. Over and over again. He was the same as all the rest.
A bastard fuck who thought the world revolved around him, his wants, and needs.
Frustration started to boil up as he moved from one breast to the other, then he stuck his fingers back inside me. This time it was two, and it felt as though he was rubbing an SOS pad inside of me.
Not enough piss in the world would lube me up enough to deal with this asshole.
I kept tugging on the ropes this time with my legs as well. And again, nothing. He was either blind or didn’t give a fuck. I was going with both.
There it was, sitting on a tray off to the right. It was sharp, and I hoped like hell it would do what needed to be done.
I said words I never thought would come from my lips to Daniel. “I want to wrap my limbs around you when you plant your seed.”
Do not throw up, Ens. Do not. Keep that shit down. Plant his seed. Seriously, Ens?
He lifted his head and studied me, brow knit. “This another trick of yours?”
“I didn’t lie about being wet. A woman can only get wet if they were turned on. I’m therefore turned on and want this to be good.” Liar … liar … liar…I do not want your filthy paws on me or anywhere near me. You nasty piece of shit!
