Page 28 of Bound By Mistake
His fingers dip between my legs, stroking in tandem with the relentless pulsing and Cain's mouth closes over my nipple, sucking and teasing. They’re so careful with me now. So at oddswith how they treated me before. The polar opposite. The dual sensations overwhelm me and I cry out, teetering on the brink.
“Oh god!” I gasp. "I can't... I need..."
"We've got you," Cain murmurs against my skin. "Come for us, bunny.”
At his command, the dam breaks. Pleasure crashes over me in waves and I arch off the bed, straining against my bonds. The three of them work me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I collapse, boneless and panting.
As I slowly come back to myself, I feel the ropes being loosened. Gentle hands massage my wrists and ankles, easing the stiffness. A soft blanket is draped over me, and I'm gathered into strong arms.
"You did so well," Erik’s voice rumbles in my ear; I hadn’t even realized he’d returned. I should feel ashamed, horrified at how easily I've given in to their desires. But as Erik moves to cradle me against his chest, all I feel is a profound sense of safety and belonging. His heartbeat thrums steadily under my ear, lulling me into a state of calm.
Gray encourages me to have some more soup, still feeding me, even though my arms are unbound now, and Cain's hand strokes my hair, the gesture oddly tender given our circumstances.
"How are you feeling?" Erik asks softly.
I take stock of my body - I’m overwhelmingly sore, but in a strangely satisfying way. My mind feels hazy, floating in a warm cocoon of endorphins. "I'm... okay," I murmur, surprised to find it's true.
How the hell can it be true? Am I simply kidding myself? Fooling my mind into making what’s happening to me into something palatable… something I can live with when I finally get out of here and away from all this?
"Good," he says, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're doing so well, Bunny. We're very pleased with you."
A warm glow of pride blooms in my chest at his words. What's happening to me? How can I crave their approval so desperately after such a short time? And in such circumstances as these. None of this is real… that’s what I try to tell myself, anyway. But the truth is, it’s very real indeed.
As I drift in this hazy state between pleasure and confusion, Gray tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his intense gaze.
“Bunny,” he says, his voice low and serious. "You've exceeded all our expectations.”
Right. Of course. They still think this is all part of some elaborate fantasy package. Somehow, I had forgotten all that. The truth is, they don’t even know my name, and when this is over, I’ll never see them again. The thought fills me with an unexpected sense of loss.
My stomach clenches with sudden anxiety, and I realize I want to give them at least one real part of me.
“Sierra,” I whisper. “My name is Sierra.”
Chapter
Eighteen
SIERRA
Cain leans in, his words no more than a hot breath against my ear. "We want to own you completely, sweet Sierra. Body, mind, and soul."
A shiver runs through me at his words. At his use of my name. It should terrify me, but instead I feel a thrill of excitement.
Gray's fingers trace patterns on my inner thigh, crawling up until he’s pressing the vibe harder against my sensitive clit and making me shudder. "We’ve used you in ways we’ve only ever imagined. Shared you between us. Pushed you to your limits and beyond, and you have been superb, sweetheart.”
And despite all that, another part of me, a part I barely recognize, still yearns for more. The thought that this will soon be over tears at me, and I close my eyes against the sudden torment that knowledge brings.
When I open my eyes again, I see them watching me intently, their gazes are hungry, possessive, but also strangely tender. Immediately, the vibe picks up its pace again. “Oh god, no! Ican’t... it’s too much.” The denial is proved a lie as my body seizes and a third orgasm is wrenched from me.
The change in the atmosphere is immediate. The air seems to crackle with electricity as the three men exchange triumphant glances.
Erik's eyes glitter. "Good girl," he murmurs, and I feel a rush of warmth at his praise.
Cain's hand tangles in my hair, tugging gently to expose my neck. "We're going to ruin you for anyone else, little one," he promises, before his lips descend on my throat, sinking into the soft flesh.
“Make no mistake, Sierra. By the time we're done with you, you'll belong to us completely." Gray growls, his fingers coasting down my body.
Don’t they understand?They already have! I already do!
