Page 21 of Bound By Mistake
SIERRA
When I woke this morning, there were a few scant seconds when I thought this had all been a dream.
Then, with two hard cocks pushing into me before I was barely cognizant, I realized it wasn’t.
I wanted to scream and shout; to object and protest, but once again my traitorous body betrayed me, and that was something I simply couldn’t fathom.
How can I be enjoying this?
But the truth of the matter is, no matter how twisted and depraved all this is, these three men are nothing if not conscious of my own pleasure. They demand it, whether I want to experience it or not.
And that means nothing is clear cut. It fucks with my head.
Big time!
When I refused breakfast, even though I really am starving, it was simply a way for me to exert just a tiny modicum of control over a situation where I have none at all.
And even that backfired on me.
So now, here I am, sitting on a hard chair with a sore, stinging ass, and eating the same breakfast I refused while three pairs of eyes watch me take every bite.
Even that’s disconcerting.
And then there's the way they’re taking care of me, ensuring I shower, carrying me and holding me up when my rubbery legs refuse to take my weight. Washing me clean, hair and all, insisting I eat and drink. Well, that’s fucking up my mind even harder. The whole thing is surreal.
I take another mouthful of the scrambled eggs. It’s been made with cheese, and the rich taste is a stark contrast to the turmoil in my mind. Erik's intense gaze follows the movement of my fork, his eyes dark with an emotion I can't quite place. Hunger? Concern? Lust? Perhaps all three.
"Good girl," Gray murmurs from behind me, his large hand coming to rest on my shoulder. I flinch involuntarily, but he doesn't remove it. Instead, his thumb traces small circles on my skin, sending unwanted shivers down my spine.
Cain leans forward, elbows on the table, and I can’t help staring at the hands that just spanked me into submission; remembering the things he can do with them. "You need to keep your strength up, Bunny. We have plans for you today."
My stomach clenches at his words, a mix of fear and... anticipation? God, what's wrong with me? I should be terrified, should be plotting my escape. Instead, I find myself wondering what these ‘plans’ might entail, my body playing me false once again as heat pools low in my belly.
"I'm not hungry anymore," I mumble, pushing the half-empty plate away. It's a lie – I'm famished – but I need some small act of defiance, even if it's futile. Gray's hand tightens on my shoulder, pushing the plate back towards me. "Finish it," he says, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Every last bite."
I swallow hard, fighting the urge to obey. But then Erik reaches across the table, his fingers grazing my chin as he tilts my face up to meet his gaze. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way, little one. Your choice."
The threat in his words is clear, and I remember all too vividly what their version of the ‘hard way’ entails. My butt is still burning with the evidence.
Glancing up, Cain captures my eyes with his. His hands drop to his waist, to his belt, and I hear the silent threat as loudly as if he’d shouted it.
Do I want to feel it? Heat pools low in my belly, but as I wriggle on the hard chair, the residual pain from his spanking reignites and I decide my poor, abused ass can’t take another beating… not just yet anyway.
Fuck! Did I really just think that?
Shaking my head, I pick up the fork with trembling hands and force myself to finish eating, all the while telling myself it’s an act of self-preservation, even though I’m pretty certain that’s not it at all.
As I choke down the last mouthful, and down the glass of water he gives me, Cain stands, his chair scraping against the floor. "Good. Now it's time for your reward."
My heart races at his words. Reward? What the hell couldthatpossibly mean in this twisted scenario?
Cain shoves my damp sneakers into my hands, and the men all pull their boots on.
Does this mean I’m getting out of here?
My heart leaps then crashes… it’s the crash I don’t understand, but I push it aside and quickly jam my feet into my shoes. I reach for my coat, but that’s where he stops me. “You won’t be needing that,” he rumbles, and I look down in dismay at the oversized t-shirt, which is the only thing I’m wearing.
So, not a day trip then.
