Page 8 of Bound By Mistake
I feel his hands on my shoulders, kneading the tenseness there. Despite my fear, my body betrays me, my knotted muscles loosening slightly under his expert touch.
"Mmm, good idea, Gray," Cain agrees. "Let's get her nice and relaxed first. After all, we have all weekend to explore every inch of her."
Something deep inside me slumps in defeat as I accept they're not going to listen to reason. They truly believe this is all part of some elaborate fantasy scenario. I can’t even try to object again because Erik's hand remains firmly clamped over my mouth.
Gray's hands move from my shoulders down my back, his thumbs pressing into the knots of tension along my spine. Despite my fear, I can't help but let out a muffled moan as he works a particularly tight spot.
"That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs in my ear. "Just relax and let us take care of you."
Cain's hands join in, caressing my sides and moving up to cup my breasts. His touch is gentle but possessive, as if he's claiming ownership of my body. I squirm in my bonds, torn between the unwanted pleasure of their ministrations and the desperate need to escape.
Erik finally removes his hand from my mouth, only to replace it with his lips. He kisses me deeply, his tongue probing insistently. I try to turn my head away, but he grips my chin, holding me in place as he explores my mouth. His kiss is demanding, passionate, and despite my fear, I feel a flicker of heat deep in my core.
"Please," I gasp when he finally breaks the kiss. No matter how good it feels, I can’t just give up and capitulate. “This isn't what you think. I'm not?—"
"Shh," Cain interrupts, pressing a finger to my lips. "No more pretending. We know exactly what this is."
His other hand slides down my stomach, fingers dancing across my skin and I tense, knowing where he's headed.
"Don't fight it," Gray murmurs in my ear, his hands still working the knots from my back. "Just let yourself feel."
Cain's fingers reach the apex of my thighs, and I can't help the small whimper that escapes me. He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes.
"So wet already," he says with plain approval. "I think our skittish little bunny is enjoying herself more than she wants to admit."
I shake my head frantically, but my body betrays me as Cain's skilled fingers begin to explore my most intimate areas. Wave after wave of unwanted pleasure washes over me as he teases and strokes, finding all my most sensitive spots with practiced ease. My breath comes in short gasps as I struggle against the conflicting sensations of fear and arousal.
"No," I manage to choke out, though it comes out as more of a moan than a protest. "Please, stop..."
But my body says otherwise, my hips instinctively - involuntarily - rocking against Cain's hand. Erik captures my lips again, swallowing my pleas as his tongue dances with mine.Gray's hands have moved to my breasts, kneading and teasing my nipples into stiff peaks.
"Such a sensitive little thing," he murmurs approvingly. “I’m going to enjoy exploring every inch of you."
Cain's fingers speed up their ministrations, and I feel a familiar tension building deep in my core. No, I can't let this happen. I can't let them make me...
But it's too late. With a muffled cry against Erik's lips, my body betrays me completely. Waves of intense pleasure crash over me as I climax, my hips bucking against Cain's hand.
I’ve had serious boyfriends who never made me come this hard, and a little voice in the back of my head whispers… maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
Chapter
Six
SIERRA
Of course, those prove to be famous last words - or thoughts in my case. No sooner have they lulled me into what turns out to be a false sense of security - or maybe I did that to myself - then things get real.
Waaay too real!
“Fuck! We need to move this on before my cock is strangled. Where’s the rope?” Gray asks, his hand rubbing against the huge bulge in his jeans.
Erik stretches his arms above his head, showing a sliver of rock-hard abs, his face wreathed in a wide grin, before he digs around in a bag near his feet and passes it over.
I’m already bound, both hand and foot. What the hell do they need more rope for? The thought sends a bolt of apprehension arrowing through my nerve endings.
I stare at the rope as Gray concentrates on unravelling some of it. It’s purple, and somehow that seems incongruous. Then it dawns on me. Play rope… but where the heck are they going to use it?
I find out soon enough.
