Page 16 of Bound By Mistake
As they move away, leaving me alone on the massive bed, panic claws at my throat. I need to find a way out of here, and fast. But my limbs feel like lead, my eyelids impossibly heavy. Against my will, exhaustion drags me under into a fitful sleep filled with dark dreams and phantom touches.
I jolt awake, not knowing how long I’ve slept, to find some of those touches aren’t quite so phantom.
A large, warm hand is caressing my thigh, inching ever higher. I freeze, my heart pounding, as I slowly open my eyes. The room is dark now, moonlight filtering through the curtains. I can just make out Cain's muscular form looming over me.
"Shh," he whispers, his fingers trailing along my inner thigh. "The others are asleep. This can be our private time."
I want to scream, to fight, but my body betrays me. His touch ignites that same forbidden spark from earlier, and I hate myself for it.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Cain's hand slides higher, cupping me intimately. "So wet already," he murmurs approvingly. "Such a greedy little thing."
His thumb finds my clit and I have to bite back a moan. My hips buck involuntarily as he begins to stroke me with maddening slowness.
"That's it," he coaxes. "Let go. Own your pleasure, bunny.”
I'm trembling, torn between revulsion and a sudden, desperate need for release.
“I have big hands, my little slut, and I know fisting is on your own fantasy wish list, as well as mine… but I don’t want to wreck you so early into our time together. Still, maybe we could just…”
“No!” The word shoots out of my mouth like a bullet. “No, that’s not right. I don’t want…”
Cain groans and one of those big hands he spoke of comes up to circle my throat while his eyes darken, and he groans as he squeezes. “Fuck! The captive and denial shit is Erik’s kink, but damn if I don’t like it. I just never realized how much until I hear all those refusals dropping from your lips, while knowing I’m going to go right ahead and do it anyway. It’s a real aphrodisiac.”
The renewed confirmation of just how fucked I really am drags a mewling sob from my strained throat, but it’s just fodder for the fire blazing in Cain’s eyes.
“It’s like you were made especially for us,” he growls, dipping his head and sinking his teeth into the sensitive area where my shoulder and neck meet. “Simply perfection.”
I struggle against him, tearing at the hand that has me subdued in a five-finger collar. “Quiet!” Cain whisper-shouts, and I guess he means it, because before I can blink I find my own panties stuffed in my mouth secured with a wide piece of tape. The shock stills me for a moment, and Cain takes the opportunity to shackle my wrists to the bed by some hidden binding. When I realize, I try to kick out, but he just gives a low laugh and manhandles me, frustratingly easily, until my thighs are also bound, trussed and lewdly splayed open like a freaking turkey about to be stuffed.
Oh god!
Is he really going to do this? I’ll be ripped in half, surely.
Tears leak out of the corner of my eyes, but Cain simply leans in and licks them. “Oh yes! Such a perfect little fuck toy.”
Moving away, he reaches into the bedside cabinet and retrieves a freaking huge pump action bottle of lube. I wriggle uselessly within the confines of my bondage and shake my head, muffled grunting noises accompanying my panic while my eyesare glued to where he liberally slathers his hands in the viscous gel.
This cannotbe happening…
But it is!
Chapter
Eleven
SIERRA
Swirling his fingers around my labia, and generously coating them in lubricant, Cain then presses two thick fingers into my clenched channel.
His hands are so big! How does he imagine he’ll ever get his entire fist inside me?
“Relax, bunny,” he murmurs, moving to suck one of my still sensitive nipples into his mouth.
Relax!? Yeah, right!
He tongues the bud, circling and sucking, and the feeling is surprisingly stimulating where I thought it would be painful after everything that’s gone before.
