Page 19 of Bound By Mistake
"Good morning, Bunny," I murmur against her ear, happily adopting Cain’s name for her. "Ready for round three… or however many it is?"
Without waiting for a response, I slip two fingers into her. She’s wet and ready, her pussy still not entirely tightened from Cain’s fisting, which will make what’s about to happen so much easier for all of us.
Positioning myself between her legs, I wait a few seconds while Gray moves behind her, lifting her hips, and applying a generous dollop of lube. We exchange a heated look over her shoulder and he gives a brief nod before we push into her simultaneously - both of us into her stretched pussy.
She gives an anguished cry as we fill her, and I close my eyes as I absorb the gloriously twisted depravity of it all.
Bunny's body tenses as Gray and I settle deep inside her. Her eyes are wide, pupils dilated with a mix of fear and arousal. I can feel her pulse racing where my chest presses against hers.
"Shh, relax," I murmur, stroking her cheek. "I know you can take us both. We'll make it good for you."
Gray begins to move first, slow shallow thrusts that make Bunny whimper. The friction of his cock sliding against mine inside her tight heat is exquisite. I groan, fighting the urge to pound into her ruthlessly.
The struggle is real, but I don’t want to break her.
Instead, I match Gray's gentle pace, savoring every sensation. Bunny's breaths come in little gasps and pants. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, nails digging in. The pain only heightens my arousal.
"That's it, sweetheart," Gray rumbles in her ear. "You're doing so well."
We gradually increase our rhythm, finding a synchronized tempo that has Bunny writhing between us. Her pussy clenches around our cocks, impossibly tight despite how stretched she is.
Leaning forward, I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, she tries to deny me, but I force my tongue past her lips, exploring her mouth as Gray and I continue to thrust into her. Her resistance falters and she begins to kiss me back hungrily, her body responding to our ministrations despite her apparent reluctance.
Our pace quickens, driving deeper with each stroke. Bunny's cries of pleasure and pain are muffled against my mouth. Her body trembles, caught between us as we use her relentlessly.
I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck as I feel my climax building. "Come for us, Bunny," I growl against her skin. "Let go."
Gray's hand snakes between us to rub her clit. The added stimulation pushes her over the edge, and she comes with a strangled sob, her pussy clenching impossibly tighter around us. The pulsing of her inner walls triggers my own release, and I spill inside her with a guttural groan. Gray follows moments later, his hips jerking erratically as he empties himself.
We stay joined for long moments, panting and sweaty. When we finally pull out, a flood of our combined fluids trickles from Bunny's beautifully abused hole.
Magnificent!
Chapter
Thirteen
CAIN
While the guys are busy dirtying up the girl again, I set about making a hearty cooked breakfast for everyone.
I can’t complain since I sneaked in my own time with her in the night, and honestly, I can’t remember ever being this hungry before.
Yesterday we were all distracted by simply being here and having the opportunity to live out a few of our depraved fantasies, so none of us were thinking about food. But we’ve been strenuously active, and now the thought of getting something to eat has surprisingly taken priority over sex.
Besides, we’ll all need to keep our strength up for the rest of the day. There are still so many things I’m eager to try.
“Why don’t you all go get cleaned up in the shower?” I call when they’re done. “I’ve got everything under control here.”
“Thanks, man,” Gray grunts as he rolls off the bed, naked and unashamed, before grasping Bunny’s arm to help her to the surprisingly generous bathroom.
This cabin may only be one room, but it’s not exactly small. Whoever built it made sure there was ample space for all the fucked-up games anyone could think of, and that includes the bathroom.
And while Erik might not have been able to swing his bullwhip inside, there’s a clearing in the woods behind the cabin where he can stretch out his whip hand if he so desires.
We’re deep enough in the forest that we won’t be disturbed by anyone coming to investigate the screams.
I watch our girl as she gingerly climbs off the bed. We’ve put her through a lot already, and that’s obvious as her legs give out from under her as soon as she tries to stand. I feel a moment of guilt. We’ve been so busy using her, we haven’t thought much about her welfare. Regardless of what her profile says about wanting to be treated like a captive, she still needs the basics, and I make a mental note to ensure she gets enough to eat and drink today.
