The hand is removed from my neck, and my head sags forward as I try to catch my breath.
I struggle in the restraints. My body turns from side to side, knowing they’ve secured me to the chains hanging from the ceiling. The sound of them clanking from my movements echoes in the room.
“S-in?” I choke, still trying to slow my racing heart.
I look around, but the damn lights are still flashing and restricting my vision. I feel like I’m going to get sick, so I close my eyes.
Hands grip my legs, and they are spread wide open. Something wraps around them too, just like my wrists, and seconds later, I can’t close them.
“Please?” I whimper, my body shaking.
“But this is what you want, Elli,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver when I feel his hand on my shoulder, pulling my hair off my neck to lay down the length of my back. “I just want to make your fantasies come true.”
I open my eyes as everything goes black. Then the bright lights are on again, making me blink. All three stand in front of me. The one on the far right holds a belt in his hand. It’s not a normal-looking one. It’s so long that it puddles on the floor at his feet. The one in the middle has a chain around the back of his neck, draping over his shoulders. Both hands fisting it on either side. The one on the left has a backpack at his feet. And that scares me the most because I can’t see what’s inside.
The one in the middle with the chain walks toward me. He wears the skinless face mask. I throw my head back and scream so loud, my throat burns.
He walks behind me, and he wraps the chain around my neck from behind. He pulls on it, cutting me off, and places his lips by my ear. “You’ll scream when we tell you to.”
He hasn’t taken my air away completely, but he’s restricted it.
The guy with the belt walks up to me. His mirrored mask is broken with cracks all through it as if someone hit it with a baseball bat. It shows my reflection in broken pieces. I can see my makeup smeared from my tears. He tilts his head to the side, not saying anything. Then without warning, he takes the belt and slaps the leather across the inside of my thigh just as the one behind me tightens the chain, taking away my air and restricting my ability to scream out at the pain.
He lets go of the chain, and my head hangs while I suck in a breath. My thigh is now on fire as if someone just held a lighter to it. It throbs, and so does my pussy.
My shoulders scream at the position my body hangs from the ceiling. My feet hurt from my heels barely touching, and my legs spread wide. But my clit is pulsing, and my nipples are erect. My breathing labored.
A hand is between my legs the next second, and the snaps of my leotard are being unfastened. It pops open, and it’s yanked up to my waist. I moan, my head falling back, eyes closing.
My fishnets are lowered enough to rip off my underwear, making me whimper at the feel of the material stinging my hips. Something is placed on my pussy. It starts to vibrate.
I start to convulse, my mouth falling open when my entire body stiffens. I’m going to come so quickly. The fear, the adrenaline, the vibration. Fuck, this will be a record. It stops, and I curse them under my breath.
My bunny ears are yanked off my head before they’re replaced with a hood, taking my vision away, and the chain tightens around my neck, pinching my skin. The chains that I’m secured to rattle as the sweetheart top of my leotard is yanked down to expose my chest to the room.
Hands grab at my breasts. They’re not rough. Mostly soft. Slowly, they massage them. Caressing them with just enough pressure to have my head spinning. Or maybe it’s the room. I can’t see anything, so I close my eyes. My hot breath inside the hood falling on my face makes me sweat.
A tongue licks my nipple, and I find myself leaning into it. “Oh God,” I moan when his teeth sink into it just enough to make my thighs tighten in anticipation.
Then they’re gone, and I groan in frustration. Something clamps down on my right nipple, taking my breath away. My shoulders cave in to try to cover my chest, but it’s useless. The chains around my wrists make it impossible and open for their convenience.
“This is when you scream.” I hear the voice at my ear again right before pain slices through my nipple. And I do exactly what he says.
I scream into the hood, my body thrashing in the chains that hold me captive. Hot fire runs through me, and my chest tightens. Then like it never happened, it’s gone, and I sag once again, now crying.
I swallow my tears, sweat, and snot while I hang here in the middle of a room for them to play with. And I hate how wet I am right now. That I try to rub my thighs together to get some friction.
I tense when I feel a hand on my other breast. It’s the same as before. His mouth on it, then his teeth. I take a deep breath when something pinches it, and then that fire again makes me scream like I’ve never screamed before.
SIN
FUCK. SHE’S SO goddamn gorgeous. I’ve been so fucking hard since she read her journal in class today. If I had known she had those kinds of fantasies, I would have sat in on that class every day with her.
But it’s probably better I didn’t. The temptation of getting her off the last two years without fucking her have been hard enough on me.
She hangs before me, her breasts and pussy exposed, and all I want to do is mark her. Carve my name into her body so every damn man knows she belongs to me and that I’ve waited all of my life for this. For her.
Corbin and Jayce had to help me tonight, and although I don’t mind them seeing her naked, I’d never let them fuck her. No one is allowed to touch what’s mine. Not unless they want to lose an arm.
“S-in,” she sobs into the hood, and I cup her cunt. Her body jerks in surprise, and I spread her pussy open wide, feeling how wet she is.
“Such a good little demon,” I praise her, making her hips rock back and forth. The rattling of the chains from her harsh movements makes me smile.
“Please?” she begs so fucking sweetly. I imagine her doing it while crawling to me with her mouth open wide, waiting for me to use it.
I shove two fingers into her, my thumb massaging her piercing, and her breathing hitches. I look over her shoulder at Corbin and nod. He yanks on the chain, tightening it around her neck, and she goes wild when he takes away her air while I fuck her cunt with my fingers. I bring her as close to orgasm as I can, and when her pussy clenches on my fingers, I stop and remove them.
The chain loosens, and she sags once again, her cries filling the room.
“We’ve just begun, little demon.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
ELLINGTON
THEY DRESS ME back in my Halloween costume and release me from the chains. The hood is removed.
My legs shake, and one of the guys—the one in the mirrored mask—bends down, placing one hand behind my back and the other under my knees. He picks me up, and I lie limp in his arms while I watch through hooded eyes. The other two shove everything into the backpack.
We quietly exit the room and out of the hall of mirrors into the fresh night air. I shiver at the breeze even though it feels good on my burning skin. It can get pretty chilly at night in Pennsylvania.
Closing my eyes, I don’t even care that my body shakes in his arms. It’s begging for a release, and right now, I’d do just about anything to get that. I hear voices here and there, but again, I don’t care who sees me like this. I couldn’t walk if he forced me. And I’d rather be carried than crawl.