Her eyes widened in shock, the view of the two men embracing doing nothing to quell the heat building between her legs, when sheshouldhave been feeling nothing but terror.
“You’re in trouble,” Jean-Philippe growled, and Rul pulled away with a chuckle.
Jean-Phillipe turned his attention to her, walking over to the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
“What a mess you are,” he mused, shaking his head.
“Where am I?” Isabelle asked, panic finally overpowering the arousal that had clouded her mind, realizing just how helpless she was while tied to this bed.
Jean-Phillipe laughed, cocking his head to the side.
“My home, of course. Le Voile.”
Le Voile.The Veil.
The twisted underbelly of existence that many calledHell.
“Whatareyou?” she breathed, her voice so low she wasn’t certain he’d heard.
He just smiled, petting a hand along her side and forcing her to jerk away from him as much as was possible, restrained as she was.
“Does it matter? Your kind has many names for mine. Fiend, devil, demon,monster. Does a name make you feel better?”
Isabelle shuddered in a breath, trying to hold back her tears as Jean-Phillipe traced a finger down her thigh and slid it between her legs, observing the milky seed that coated it. He glared at Rul, tsking loudly.
“Why must you never listen to me?”
“Can you blame me?” Rul asked, gesturing to the bed. “Look at her. She was so vulnerable, so innocent just lying there in her ruined dress.”
Jean-Phillipe rolled his eyes.
“So you locked her in the restraints and fucked her?”
Rul laughed, a deep, hearty bellow, and she shivered, the chill of fear taking away any warmth of arousal which still threatened to burst forth.
Jean-Phillipe moved to the end of the bed, petting his hand along her ankle.
“She is quite helpless like this, isn’t she?”
“Please,” Isabelle begged. “Just let me go home.”
Now they both laughed, like what she’d said was the funniest thing they’d ever heard.
“Darling, you seem to be under the impression that you have a choice. Whether here or earthbound, you’re mine. I own you now.”
She took a gulp of air, the words simultaneously making her heart race with fear and her cunt ache with twisted need. With wide eyes, she watched as he circled her like a predator, pausing near her head and petting a hand across her cheek. He was scrutinizingher, taking in every inch of her bare skin like he was planning out all the intricate ways he could torture her.
Instead, he reached for her wrist, unbuckling the cuff and massaging where it had bit into her skin.
Jean-Phillipe was silent as he did the same with her other limbs, Rul watching from afar with a strange look on his face.
“Can you walk?” he asked when he finished, and she nodded, though she wasn’t certain it was true. “Come, then.”
He extended a hand, and she accepted it, letting him help her out of the bed. She finally took notice of the room, an elaborate chandelier hanging from the ceiling and providing light.
The bed was made of dark wood, each post mounted with thick brass rings that linked to the leather cuffs she’d worn with silver chains. There were three holes in the footboard, a large one with a mounted hook above it and two smaller ones on either side. The mattress was topped with lush sheets and pillows of deep maroon, a silky sensation caressing her as she slid her way off the bed.
There were heavy black curtains covering parts of the walls—possibly windows?—and candles melting away on side tables. An elaborate rug with strange spiral motifs protected much of the stone floor, soft under her sore feet, her legs wobbly as Jean-Phillipe looped his arm around her waist.
