“You’re wet, little mouse. Maybe you don’t mind being caught after all.” I circled her clit with my thumb.
“I say we make her wait,” Vigo said behind me, his voice laced with excitement. “Let her get even wetter.”
He was right, but discipline was for suckers. For people who thought it was virtuous to wait, who thought it was impolite to take what they wanted.
We weren’t those people.
I leaned in and ran my tongue through her folds, dipping deep inside her, closing my eyes as the taste of her hit my tongue. My dick throbbed, and I had the urge to stand and blindly drive into her.
She moaned long and low as my tongue traveled through her slit, lingering over her clit for a few seconds before I forced myself to pull away, not because I was disciplined but because I wanted the fun to last.
She cried out in surprise when I attached the last clamp to her clit.
“Ow!”
I chuckled and rose to my feet. “Pain and pleasure, mouse. Can’t have one without the other.”
Vigo moved closer as I stepped away, then leaned in to look her in the eyes. “You can admit it feels good. We won’t tell.”
We started to walk away.
“Wait!” she called out behind us. “Where… where are you going?”
“Miss us already?” Vigo asked.
“You can’t justleaveme here like this.”
I walked back to where she hung on the wall. I told myself it was to make a point, but deep down, I knew I just wanted to look at her.
Just wanted to savor the fact that she was ours.
“You should get one thing through that pretty little head, mouse.” I was so close to her that the clamps on her nipples brushed against my chest as I stared into her eyes. “We can do anything we want to you now.”
I forced myself to turn around, to leave her on the wall before I fucked her and ate her and made her come without restraint.
Before I ruined the fun by devouring her all at once.
12
CASSIE
I watchedwith a mixture of fear and relief as they disappeared into the shadows. Maybe it was a form of Stockholm syndrome, but at least they were an enemy I knew. Now I was strung up, naked and attached to the chain by all my most private parts, exposed to any of the other teams who might walk past.
I tipped my head back against the stone wall, trying to process everything that had happened in the last… however many minutes it had been since I’d run into the men in hawk masks.
It was over. I’d lost the Hunt.
Now I’d have to live with the three men who’d chained me to the wall. Worse, I wouldn’t get justice for my parents.
Not anytime soon anyway.
And what was I going to tell Bram?
I pushed the thought away. I had bigger and more immediate problems. Namely the fact that I was starting to shiver, the warmth from the heat lamps long since dissipated, my bare feet cold on the dirt floor.
But that wasn’t all. The clamps on my nipples and the folds of my pussy were uncomfortable.
And not just in a painful way. Every time I shifted, the chain around my neck and the clamps on my nipples tugged at the clamp on my pussy, the chain rubbing on my clit, sending a shock of friction through my core.