Page 9 of Bound By Mistake
“Sit her up,” Gray commands, and Erik and Cain each grab one of my arms and maneuver me so I’m kneeling up on the bed, the position thrusting my breasts out, whether I like it or not.
But it’s obviously something these guys do like.
“Jeez! Look at those perfect perky tits,” Gray mutters. “She almost doesn’t need the rope.”
“Use it anyway,” Cain growls. “I want to see them bound and plump while you use your flogger on them.”
His…what?
The words don’t make sense for the longest time, and my mind reels as I try to process them. Flogger? On my breasts? Panic rises in my throat as I finally comprehend just how dark their intentions truly are.
"No, please," I whimper, struggling against Erik and Cain's grip. Even though I’m starting to sound like a broken record, I have to make them realize their mistake. “You don't understand. I'm not part of this. I don't want?—"
Once again, it’s to no avail and my protests are cut short as Gray begins winding the soft purple rope around my chest, just below my breasts. He works quickly and efficiently, clearly experienced in this particular art. The rope tightens, squeezing my flesh, making my breasts swell and push outward even more prominently. I can feel the blood flow restricting as they start to tingle and my nipples peak and pout like they’re reaching for what’s about to happen, whether I like it or not.
"Perfect," Gray murmurs, stepping back to admire his handiwork. "They look even more delicious now."
I look down at my bound chest, horrified and strangely fascinated by the intricate pattern of knots and loops. The pressure is intense but not painful – at least not yet.
“Get my whip… and a butt plug,” Gray grunts, his intense eyes never leaving my chest. The words send a jolt through me, and I’m ashamed I don’t know whether it’s fear or lust that fuelsit. I’m a normal, red-blooded woman. Of course I have fantasies of my own… even if I never imagined having them played out.
Erik releases my arm and moves to a large duffel bag in the corner of the room. He rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a long, multi-tailed leather implement. My eyes widen as I register the flogger they mentioned. It looks far more intimidating than I ever imagined.
Erik hands it to Gray, who tests the weight in his hand, a look of uninhibited anticipation on his face. I can't tear my eyes away, watching as he slowly drags the tails across his palm.
"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling. "I've never done anything like this before. I'm not who you think I am."
Gray pauses, his eyes meeting mine. For a moment, I think I see a flicker of doubt cross his face. But then Cain speaks up.
"She's good," he says with a chuckle. "Almost had me believing her for a second there. But remember, boys, this is all part of the fantasy. The more she begs, the more we're supposed to push her limits."
My heart sinks as I grasp the reality that my pleas are only encouraging them, possibly even making them more brash and determined.
“First things first,” Erik interrupts, tearing open a sealed package. “Let’s start the prep before we get carried away.”
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but I’m clued in as soon as he brandishes what looks like a freaking enormous butt plug and waves it in front of me.
I have such a physical reaction to the toy, it literally feels like all the blood drains out of my face, leaving a cold sensation in its place. I shake my head frantically, not even able to form words.
Then, before I can properly get my head around what’s about to happen, strong, purposeful hands are bending me forward at the waist, so I’m ass up and my face is buried in the mattress.
I manage a muffled protest, but it’s lost on my captors.
Hands massage my buttocks, and I hear the distinctive slurping sound of viscous gel being squirted moments before it lands with a cold splat on my upturned back hole.
All my muscles contract as I feel fingers poking and prodding in that forbidden place. I wiggle my hips, but all that gains me is another pair of hands holding me still while simultaneously spreading me open.
A whimper falls from my lips as a thick finger breaches my virgin asshole, and I squeeze my eyes closed and clench against the intrusion. That just earns me a swift slap to the back of my thigh.
“Stop making this more difficult on yourself,” a voice commands. “It’s going in one way or another. It’s up to you how painful it will be.”
Seriously?
“Now do us all a favor and relax.”
Yeah right. Easy for him to say when he’s not on the receiving end.
I’ve read enough smutty books to understand what he’s saying, and while a healthy dose of fear invades my mind, I don’t want this to be any harder than I know it’s going to be, since it appears I don’t have any choice in the matter.
