Page 3 of Bound By Mistake
"Wh-where am I? Who are you?" she gasps, her voice trembling. Her eyes dart wildly between Erik and me, then to the ropes binding her limbs. "Please, please, let me go!" she begs, her voice rising in panic. She thrashes against the ropes, but they hold firm.
I exchange a glance with my friend and accomplice. The terror in her eyes, the tremor in her voice - it all seems so genuine. For a moment, I'm tempted to call the whole thing off.
But no, this is what we paid for. This level of authenticity is exactly why we chose this company. Because they promised a wholly realistic experience.
"Shh, shh," I murmur, reaching out to stroke her cheek. She flinches away from my touch, her eyes wide with fear. "No one'sgoing to hurt you... much. Certainly no more than you want us to.”
A choked sob escapes her lips at my words.
Erik moves closer, his eyes dark with desire. "You're ours now, sweetheart," he growls. "And we're going to have some fun."
Her struggles intensify, and I can see angry red marks forming where the ropes dig into her delicate skin. "Please," she whimpers, "I don't understand. I don't want this. Let me go!"
I lean in close, drinking in her fear, her vulnerability. "Oh, but you do want this," I whisper, my breath hot against her ear. "Deep down, this is exactly what you've been craving. We both know that.”
This is her fantasy too, after all. This woman has been chosen carefully, her own dark, perverted needs perfectly aligning with our own after an extremely rigorous screening process, complete with the services of a top psychologist and expert evaluation to ensure none of us are going to be freaked out by what occurs in these next few days.
She shakes her head frantically, tears spilling down her cheeks. "No, no, you're wrong. I don't know you. Please, just let me go!"
Erik chuckles darkly, running a hand up her trembling thigh. "Oh, we're not going anywhere, sweetheart. And neither are you."
I watch as he begins to slowly unbutton her tattered blouse, revealing inch after inch of smooth, quivering flesh. Her breath comes in short, panicked gasps, her chest heaving. The sight sends a jolt of desire straight through me.
"Stop," she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't do this, please!”
I capture her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her protests. She tries to turn away, but I grip her chin, holding her in placeas I plunder her mouth. When I finally pull back, her lips are swollen and her eyes are glazed with fear and something else - a hint of unwanted arousal, unless I’m severely mistaken.
I won’t lie, it puts my previous concerns to rest.
"Your body's already betraying you," I murmur, trailing my fingers down her neck, feeling her pulse racing beneath my touch. "You can deny it all you want, but deep down, you're craving this."
Her eyes squeeze shut, a single tear escaping down her cheek. “You’re wrong,” she whispers, her voice breaking. "I don't want this."
But even as she protests, I can see the flush spreading across her chest, the way her nipples have hardened beneath the thin lace fabric of her bra. Erik notices too, a predatory grin spreading across his face.
"Look at you," he growls, cupping her breast roughly. "Your body's singing for us already."
She gasps, arching involuntarily into his touch before catching herself and trying to shrink away. "No," she moans, but it sounds weak even to my ears.
I run my hand down her trembling body, savoring the feel of her soft skin. When I reach the waistband of her shorts, I pause, looking into her fear-filled eyes.
Damn, she’s good.
Chapter
Three
SIERRA
For long minutes, I wonder if I’m dreaming or hallucinating. I know I hit my head, I can feel the sting and the accompanying headache that’s started to bloom. Does concussion have this sort of effect?
Fuck! I really hope it does. The alternative is too terrifying to acknowledge.
And yet, there’s no denying the truth. I’m bound and at the mercy of the two men standing before me.
Panic has me struggling against my restraints, bucking and straining even though I know, deep down, it’s pointless and all I’m doing is tiring myself out. I guess survival instinct is just a natural response, regardless of the odds against me.
Watching me dispassionately, the two guys simply wait for me to give up. That’s when I resort to begging and pleading, but nothing I say seems to have any effect. In fact, if I were to hazard a guess, I’d say it turned them on.
