Page 26 of Bound By Mistake
Erik chuckles darkly, running his hands over Bunny's trembling body. "Look at you, taking it at both ends like the perfect little whore you are."
I can feel Bunny's body quivering around me as I continue to thrust into her tight heat, her muffled cries vibrating around Cain's cock as he fucks her mouth ruthlessly. Despite everything, the sight of her, so thoroughly used and dominated, completely at our mercy, pushes me closer to the edge.
Erik's hands continue to roam over Bunny's sweat-slicked skin, pinching and twisting her nipples cruelly where they peek out from the clamps. She jerks at the sensation, causing the chain between the clamps to pull taut. Her strangled shriek muffled by Cain's relentless assault on her throat.
"That's it, little one," Erik croons, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "You exist for this, don't you? You were made to be our slutty little fuck toy.”
I can feel my climax building, my thrusts becoming more erratic. Bunny's body clenches around me, her muscles spasming involuntarily. Whether from pain or unwanted pleasure, I can't tell, but the tight heat of Bunny's body draws me closer to the edge with every thrust. Her muffled cries and the obscene wet sounds of Cain using her mouth only heighten my arousal.
"Fuck, I'm close," I grunt, my fingers digging into Bunny's hips hard enough to bruise.
Erik's eyes gleam with dark satisfaction. He’s been content so far simply to orchestrate this erotic symphony. “Do it. Fill her up. Mark her as ours."
Pounding into her brutally a few more times, I bury myself to the hilt and come with a guttural groan. Bunny whimpersaround Cain's cock as I pulse inside her, flooding her sore, red asshole with my release.
A glance at Erik shows me he’s put on a fucking huge strap on dildo, and my eyes widen. But hell, Cain fisted her last night, and then she took the two of us the following morning. Our Bunny can take it. She’s amazing.
I pull out roughly, admiring the sight of my cum leaking from her abused hole and Erik wastes no time taking my place, lining himself and the strap-on up with both her holes and slamming home as he rams into her. Bunny's scream is choked off as Cain shoves himself deeper down her throat, cutting off her breath.
"That's it, take it all," Erik growls, setting a punishing pace. "You're nothing but a set of holes for us to use, and we're going to use you until we're satisfied. If you’re a really good girl, we might even let you come."
Bunny's body shakes violently with the brutal pounding. Tears stream down her face as she chokes and gags around Cain's relentless assault on her throat. The chain connecting the cruel clamps swings wildly, sending obvious jolts of pain through her oversensitive flesh with each movement.
I watch in a daze, still coming down from my own phenomenal orgasm high, as Erik and Cain use Bunny mercilessly. The sight of her, so tiny and so thoroughly dominated and debased, sends a fresh wave of arousal through me despite my recent release.
"Fuck, she's tight," Erik grunts, his hips slamming against Bunny's hot reddened ass, just as mine had done. "Clenching around me like the greedy little slut she is."
Cain growls in agreement, his fingers tangling ferociously in Bunny's hair as he fucks her face. “And such a good little cocksucker too," he pants. "Taking it so deep."
It occurs to me there’s no way Bunny can say her safe word right now, even if she wants to. Fuck, I have to give her a ball, or something. An item she can signal with if she needs to.
But before I can do that, both Cain and Erik each reach their climax, bellowing out their release as they plough into her. And when they eventually pull out, Bunny’s eyes flutter and roll back into her head as her knees buckle and she crumples within the confines of the stocks.
Shit! Guilt claws at me. This is my fault. I should have done something sooner.
Chapter
Seventeen
SIERRA
Imust have passed out.
I don’t know how much time has passed, but I’m back in the main cabin, lying on the bed. The world is spinning around me, and it takes a moment for my surroundings to come into focus. As my head clears, I become aware of an insistent buzzing. Is it my phone?
No, I lost that days ago.
As I regain the feeling in my limbs, all manner of soul deep aches and pains make themselves known and I almost wish I was asleep again.
I’ve lost track of time, of days. Hell, I think maybe I’ve even lost track of reality. I exist now in this surreal bubble of pleasure and pain. Someone else’s fantasy, which I’ve unwittingly stumbled into.
It doesn’t matter. It’s become my fantasy - my reality - now.
The buzzing grows louder, more insistent. I realize with a jolt that it's coming from inside me. One of them must have slipped a vibrator in while I was unconscious. The sensation is maddening- not quite enough to push me over the edge, but impossible to ignore.
Trying to move, I realize my wrists and ankles are secured to the bedposts with soft rope, leaving me spread-eagled and exposed. The cool air of the cabin raises goosebumps on my bare skin, and I struggle against my bonds, but they hold fast.
Footsteps approach. I tense, unsure if I should dread or anticipate what's coming next. The floorboards squeak and Erik comes into view, his distinctive moss-colored eyes raking over my body.
