What?
“Six, seven…”
I dare to look at the men opposite. Zedder smiles around his glass as he drinks, while Dawid seems enraptured. He watches Kail’s arm move, while he spears his finger inside me, pushing apart my walls, shredding my mind, sinking in…further…than before.
My mouth flies open as I gasp, and I jerk my head downward, my eyelids flutter closed, then open, then drift half-shut.Fuck!
Though I try to hold my breathing to a calculated pace, I feel half-strangled.
“Nine, ten. We begin.” Kail twists his free hand in mycollar and pulls it down enough for him to do his favorite thing—bite me.
His teeth are possessing me, marking me.
I shut my eyes and unravel into minor bliss.
“Use this,” Dawid says, and Zedder laughs as something thuds and tinkles musically onto the table. Things are slid across the table.
When Kail stands and lifts me in his arms, I open my eyes. I’ve been placed on my back on the square table, beside an open brown duffel bag. My knees are at the edge, and my legs hang off. I’m faced away from the others, and that’s both good and bad. I’m not sure I like them seeing more of me than I can see of them. A black leather and silver-buckled tangle has spilled from the bag’s opening.
I weigh up the pros and cons of leaping up and running. Kail would like that. Hell, the others would too. I have zero chance of getting to the door without being tackled. Fun or not?
When I try to roll over, Kail seizes my arm. He rummages in the bag and straps a black cuff to one wrist then the other.
“Move again, and I might let Dawid thrash you.” There’s a smile there, but a hard challenging one. Pushing me flat, he clicks both wrist cuffs to the anchor point above my head.
“That wasn’t in the?—”
“Speak again without permission and the same.”
He wouldn’t?
I’m more shocked by his next act. He takes a knife from the bag and slices down the side and straps of my dress, then cuts off my bra and panties. The back of the blade slowly slipping along my skin strikes me as an unspoken threat.
“Now we’re getting into it,” Dawid says in a satisfied tone.His chair squeaks, I hear a zip undo, and spot him leaning in and reaching for my leg.
“Stop,” Kail barks.
“Why?” Dawid asks. “I don’t fuck them, but I like to touch.”
“Because he wants her all to himself. Some cash help you decide, Mr. Kail Stone?” Zedder is offering us, or rather Kail, money for another man playing with me.
I lick my lips. I’m so close to speaking that my chest aches.
Zedder said Kail Stone. When did he learn that fake last name?
The silence thickens for several long seconds, while Kail stares down at me, studying every inch of my naked body. “Not in the deal. No one else plays with my toys.” He circles the table.
I stare at him. How does this man excite me by calling me his toy?
He grips my ankle and fastens a cuff to it, before doing the same to my right leg.
“Trust me,” Kails says, even as he fondles my breasts. After searching in the bag, he lays two tiny devices on my stomach.
I cannot see what they are.
While I’m thinking about trust and unseen devices, he draws the ankle cuffs under the table and clips them to points, spreading my legs wide open to where Dawid and Zedder sit. I strain against the cuffs, arching my back, shoving, testing their strength. Nothing bends or gives, and my fucking treacherous libido cranks…gushes…a notch higher.
The armchairs the men sit in creak, suggestively.
