Page 5 of Bound By Mistake
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CAIN
The first thing that strikes me when I arrive back at the remote cabin in the woods, which is my own part of this very elaborate fantasy scenario, is that the girl Gray’s dragged out of the river is nothing like my mental picture of her.
Not that I’m disappointed at all. But upon reading the report sent by Primal Fantasy, the company we paid to set this up, I’d constructed a very different image in my head. The woman outlined between the pages of what was admittedly a deliberately vague description, centering mainly on likes and limits rather than any physical attributes, conjured someone rather hardened. My expectation was for someone tough and gritty; mature. But the woman in Gray’s arms is so soft looking and innocent she takes my breath away.
Nothing about her is what I expected.
Her hair hangs in damp ropes around a delicate heart shaped face with lush lips featuring a pronounced cupid’s bow, which I can’t wait to feel around my cock.
I’m getting hard just looking at her.
But the most arresting feature is her huge silver-grey eyes. With her tanned skin and dark hair, they’re strikingly intense.
And damn but the woman must be one hell of an actress. If I didn’t know better, I might think the fear in her expression, the way those eyes plead with me, is real.
And fuck if that isn’t turning me on even more.
Despite the huge amount of money the three of us paid to play out this scenario - a combination of all our deepest, darkest and most sordid fantasies - I never dreamed it would be quite this realistic.
Honestly? I’d had my doubts. But Gray was so stoked when he found the company offering to exhaustively match clients to act out their blackest, most degenerate imaginings that I went along with it, not really believing they’d come through. Not even with the exorbitant price tag. Not that money’s an issue, but I can truthfully say I thought we were going to get fleeced, and Gray and Erik would be mired in disappointment.
I check myself. That could still happen. Just because this slip of a girl looks like all of our wet dreams, doesn’t mean things will play out in reality. She has a delicate air about her, which, while it appeals to me, makes me think she’ll never last the distance.
Not with what we have planned for her.
Sure, there are safe words set up. But all that has been done behind the scenes, embedded in the paperwork, so none of it’s discussed once we get down to the actual primal play, so it doesn’t spoil the moment.
I step closer, taking in every detail of the trembling woman on the oversized bed. Her chest heaves with rapid breaths, and I can see goosebumps prickling her damp skin. The thin white shirt she wears is unbuttoned and spread open, the rest clings to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
Her clothing is soaked and ragged, and the guys have her bound but not naked, which somehow is even more erotic. Still,I’m glad of the towel someone had the forethought to place on the bed. We all have to sleep in that tonight - amongst other things - and I’m rich enough that being uncomfortable is a thing of the past, and not something I want to experience again.
"Well done, Gray," I murmur, my voice low and rough with desire. "She's perfect."
“I told you they’d deliver,” Gray replies, his eyes feverish with barely contained excitement.
The girl's eyes dart between us, wide with what looks like genuine panic. A small whimper escapes her lips, and the sound sends a jolt of electricity down my spine. My cock twitches in response. God, she’s good.
"What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask, keeping my voice low and gentle. It’s up to us if we choose to use our real names, but either way, we need to refer to each other somehow.
The girl remains silent, those mesmerizing eyes wide with fear. I move closer and sit on the edge of the bed. She flinches but doesn't pull away. Instead, she curls into herself, like she’s trying to make her body as small as possible. It's an oddly endearing gesture, one that makes me want to both protect and devour her.
"Come now," I coax, running a finger along her jawline. "We're going to be spending a lot of time together.”
“Fuck you!” she replies hoarsely.
“Oh no, I’d much rather fuckyou,” I chuckle, enjoying the defiance that surfaces for a moment, before her features cloud and that delicious fear returns.
"Where am I?" she whispers, in a moment of boldness, though she still manages to put a tremble into her voice. "Who are you?"
She trails off and her eyes widen impossibly further as she takes in the sight of the three of us looming over her.
"You're in our little slice of paradise, sweetheart," I reply, tracing my finger down her neck to her collarbone. She shivers at my touch. "As for who we are... Well, we're the men who are going to make all your darkest fantasies come true."
Erik leans closer, his eyes raking over her trembling form. "Whether you want us to or not," he adds with a wicked grin.
The girl's breath hitches, and she tries to squirm away, but the ropes binding her wrists and ankles holds firm. "Please," she whimpers, "I don't want this. Let me go."
