Page 27 of Bound By Mistake
A slow smile spreads across his face. "Finally awake, I see," he murmurs, approaching the bed. "We were starting to worry."
His large hand caresses my cheek, surprisingly gentle. I lean into his touch despite myself, craving any hint of tenderness. What the hell is wrong with me?
"Please," I whisper, my voice hoarse. "I need..."
But what do I need? To be freed? For this to continue? I'm no longer sure, and honestly, that scares me more than anything that’s happening here and now.
Erik brings a water bottle to my lips, and I gulp at it, realizing I’m completely parched.
“Take it easy,” he soothes, pulling the bottle away even when I try to follow with my mouth. Is he going to deny me? “There’s plenty, and we’ll give you all you need. Just don’t make yourself sick,” he tells me, as if he read my mind.
Offering the bottle again, I make a deliberate effort to slow down my consumption and trust him. It’s not like I have much choice, after all. I’m completely at his mercy.
His, Cain’s and Gray’s.
“That’s better,” he croons, while I sate myself on the cool, quenching liquid. “Gray will be in with some lunch for you in a moment, but I think you deserve a reward right now.”
Reward?
I don’t have time to ask before he adjusts something over my clit, and by the way it sits, both inside and outside of my body, I realize it must be one of those U-shaped vibes I’ve seen but never used before.
And it must be remote controlled too, because suddenly the intensity ratchets up, even though Erik is no longer touching me.
Within seconds my body is arching off the bed as an unexpected orgasm rips through me. As I come back down, the power diminishes once again, and Erik kisses my forehead. “Good girl,” he whispers and for some reason my stupid heart clenches. Iwantto be his good girl.
No, you don’t!I tell myself sternly as he crosses the huge room to tell Gray I’m awake.You’re just brainwashed.
Truth is, I don’t know what to believe.
There’s a shuffling and clattering of crockery, and this time it's Gray who appears, carrying a tray. The scent of food makes my stomach growl loudly, reminding me that although I ate breakfast, the morning's activities took everything out of me. Gray chuckles softly at the sound.
"Hungry, Bunny?” he asks, setting the tray on the bedside table. "I've brought you some soup and bread. We need to keep your strength up."
His tone is gentle, almost caring, but there's an underlying current of possession that makes me shiver. I watch warily as he sits on the edge of the bed, spooning up some of the broth.
"Open," he commands softly, bringing the spoon to my lips.
Part of me wants to refuse, to clamp my mouth shut in defiance. But my hunger wins out, and I obediently open my mouth, letting him feed me. The soup is rich and savory, warming me from the inside.
As Gray continues to feed me, the vibrator inside me suddenly springs to life again and I gasp, nearly choking ona mouthful. Gray's eyes darken with desire as he watches me squirm.
"That's it, sweetheart," Gray murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let us take care of you."
The vibrations intensify, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I writhe against my bonds, torn between the need for release and the fear that it’ll be too much to bear. Gray sets the soup aside and trails his fingers along my inner thigh, feather-light touches that make me shiver.
"Please," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for anymore.
Gray's hand moves higher, ghosting over my sensitive flesh. "Shh," he soothes. "We know what you need."
The main cabin door opens and Cain appears, carrying bags and equipment that I assume must have come from the other place. His dark eyes scrape over me and burn with an almost palpable desire. He moves to the other side of the bed, mirroring Gray's position.
"Look at her," Cain says, his voice filled with awe. "So beautiful, so responsive, and all fucking ours.”
The possessiveness in his voice does strange things to my insides. Things I don’t hate, but I know I should be cautious about. None of this is real, after all. I mean it is, but not in a lasting sense.
His large hand cups my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple and even as sore and abused as they are, I can’t help but arch into his touch, a needy moan escaping my lips. The vibrations increase again, pushing me closer to the edge.
"That's it, bunny,” Gray encourages. "Let go for us."
