“Until you crymercy.”
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Sara
A shiver races through me.That’s my safe word.So I guess either way it will stop the game.
“First time we’ll turn our backs and you can hide.We’ll turn off the lights once you’re hidden.”Wyatt’s dark eyes search mine.“Are you good, trouble?”
“Yes, sir.”
He steps closer to me and grabs the front of my t-shirt.“I’m going to enjoy fucking you.”
“Me too.”I give him a cheeky grin.Because I can’t wait for him to fuck me.He was probably hoping for fear, but fuck, I love when he claims me, marks me, makes me his.
He jerks me against him.“Maybe I’ll just spank you and let the others fuck you.”
“Promises, promises.”I wait for his reply, knowing he loves my attitude almost as much as my submission.Maybe more because it makes the submission so much sweeter.And I love it when he makes me do what he wants.
His hand snakes under my t-shirt, and he thrusts his fingers deep inside me.I let out a harsh breath and cling to his shirt.My pussy clutches around the invasion, but my insides turn smoldering.
He leans his head down next to my ear as his thumb lightly caresses my clit.His fingers thrust in hard, and I go up on my toes.My eyes widen and my lips part at the force after the way Finn fucked me with his fingers.I’m still really sensitive.I lean against Wyatt to stabilize myself.
“Careful what you wish for, trouble.”His fingers move fast, pushing me over the edge before I even know what’s happening.My release gushes over his fingers and warmth leaks down the inside of my thighs.His eyes narrow as I try to catch my breath.It came over me so fast.
He taps my clit and thrusts a few more times.I cry out and lean my head against his chest as my release washes over me in waves.Fuck.My pussy pulses around his fingers as he continues to slide them in and out, keeping me high for him.
“I’m going to hunt you by the smell of your cum, trouble.”His voice is low and for me only as he tortures my sensitive pussy.My breathing hitches.“We don’t have to be anywhere for days.I’m going to enjoy having you at my mercy.Especially when Finn ties you up.”
If he’s trying to turn me on, it’s working.I swallow down that shiver of underlying fear and reach for his cock, stroking my hand over his athletic pants.His growl next to my ear sends an aftershock through me, squeezing his fingers tight.I love having him inside me.
“You’ll have to find me first.What happens if you can’t find me?”I draw back so I can see his eyes.“Sir.”
His fingers curl inside me, and I shake as my body wants to succumb to another orgasm.Smirking, he pulls his fingers out, leaving me wanting, aching for more.Taking the edge of Dante’s t-shirt, he wipes his fingers off on it.“Better hide well, trouble.But don’t worry, we will find you.”
My insides buzz as I step away.I never drop his gaze.
“One.”He arches his eyebrow.For that second, I’m caught in his eyes.
“Two.”
Oh, fuck.I turn and run across the attic floor.He continues to count behind me as I study where the best place to hide will be.
When we were kids, the guys would tell me to hide and then forget to come find me.I have no doubt they’ll remember this time.My pussy throbs in anticipation and denial of my release.I duck into a pile of furniture with stacked chairs.Once it’s dark, they’ll have to turn their flashlights on if they want to find me here.
If they do find me, there are plenty of places to move so they can’t catch me.
I crouch just as the lights go out.My breath catches, and I wait for the beam of light from a flashlight.A creak of a footstep.Anything, but I see and hear nothing.Not even the rasp of clothes.
My heart sounds like a bass drum in the silence.My breath, like strong wind.Surely, they can hear me because that’s all I can hear.I slide backward, trying to make myself small behind the furniture.
I hold my breath to see if I can hear them.I can’t see anything in the dark, except the vague shadows of furniture.It’s terrifying and exciting at the same time.I’m so wound up that if something brushed against me, I’d scream.
The space is clean, and even in bare feet, I feel safe.Well, as safe as I can feel knowing there are four men hunting me in the dark.Men who are going to fuck me when they find me.
I don’t know which is worse.Me hunting them while they hunted me or hiding while they hunt me.
At least running makes me feel like I have some survival instinct.This sitting duck thing isn’t good for anyone.Just feeds my anxiety.
