“What is it you like about this, Rachelle?” He cupped her breast, and found himself waiting to squeeze it. Hard. But he held back. “What do you want?”
“Don’t you get it, Hayden? The answer is the same for both questions.” She slid one of her hands inside her blue thong and cupped her pussy, leaned back and ran her tongue across her lips. “Isn’t it what you wanted? Isn’t it why you came here?”
Hayden braced himself by setting his palms on the ground as he shook his head. “We came here because—”
“You’re here now, Hayden,” Mattie cut in. “And you know better than to sit there talking when you should be doing something more creative. More entertaining. Because right now you’re boring all of us.”
“Mattie.” Matthew’s voice was a low growl. “Come.” He gestured to the floor. “Sit.”
Mattie went, dropping down to sit cross-legged at his feet. Matthew combed Hayden’s body with his gaze and he felt the stare sliding over his muscles, gliding across his skin, taking in each inch of bare flesh until finally saying, “Continue.”
Every chance he’d had to say no he’d said yes instead. There was no going back now. Fear rolled across Hayden’s shoulders, crawled down his back, and churned under the weight of the metal chain. He’d done this to himself. To Rachelle.
Guilty blood flowed through him, his human heart pumping the menacing liquid through his traitorous veins, stiffening his cock and readying his body for sex. Sliced of memories of the night before flickered in his mind and his blood thickened more, making his shaft full and rigid. It felt so good. Powerful. Dreadful. Rachelle took one of his hands and put it on her breast, her eyes glazed from the tea. “We’re the show, Hayden.”
She shimmied, forcing her breast into his palm as she pulled her other hand from her thong to grab the base of his shaft, wrapping her warm, wet fingers around his cock and tugging him forward. Still on his knees, he kept moving, the chain hanging from his neck, the leather bindings on his legs snaking behind him in the straw.
“Come closer, Hayden, put your dick in my mouth.”
A jagged shiver ran down his back, vibrating off the chain. He had a sense of what waited for him if he chose the righteous path. If he refused to perform. But what about Rachelle? He’d dragged her into this. She was playing along, but she had no idea it wasn’t a game. What would happen to her if he refused?
What was going to happen when he complied.
He rose up fully on his knees and then inched forward. Rachelle bent down, parting her lips as she crept toward him. She licked the underside of his cock as he slid into her warm, wet mouth. She moved her tongue over the underside of his shaft, gradually taking in most all of him. Hayden took the top of Rachelle’s head in his hand, curling his fist, watching the strands of her dark hair tangle between his fingers. His blood heated, firing his nerves and he tightened his hold on her hair and used the grip to control the pace and depth of the thrusts. Behind him, Mattie’s lifeless breath quickened. Matthew laughed lightly and muttered something Hayden couldn’t hear.
His thrusts got wilder as lustful darkness swallowed him, dragging him back into a bleak sexual abyss. Hayden fucked her mouth harder, the need for release stole his breath and the last of his consciousness. Darkness swallowed him whole, decency replaced by deviance. He didn’t care. Rachelle kept his shaft in his mouth, still sucking even after his last pulse of cum. With the end of his dick still in her mouth, she tipped her head and looked up at him from beneath her lashes. She grabbed his ass and pulled her mouth free. His cock was still slightly stiff, filled with the dark blood of evil lust.
“Lie down,” she said, her lips glistening.
His hands were still in her hair, but sanity was beginning to return. He pulled on the tangled curls, bringing her closer. “You don’t have to do this.”
Rachelle grabbed the chain and jumped up, yanking the links, forcing him to his feet. “You’re forgetting about me, Hayden. I need to be fucked. I need to be punished because I’ve been a bad, bad girl.” She took a step back, yanked again. “That’s why I’m locked in this cage.”
Hayden searched her eyes for a sliver of the woman he’d left behind in Boston, the woman he thought he’d known.
“It seems you aren’t up to the task, Hayden.” Matthew shifted forward, the thud of his boots on the planks rhythmic.
Rachelle writhed as she licked her lips. “Come on Hayden, you--”
Two men pushed through the tarp, came into the room and stood, arms folded across their chests. Rachelle let go of the chain and it fell onto Hayden, smacking against this ass with a sharp snap. She stepped to the slats and leaned into then, shoving her breasts between the wood bars. “Hiya. Have you come to watch the show? The naughty show?”
Hayden wrapped the chain around his waist, tucking the end through. The links pressed into his hipbones, but it would be harder for anyone to use it to jerk him around.
Both men were wearing capes, the fur hanging low, ending just above the tops of their boots. They weren’t the same men who’d been on guard out front.
Matthew turned. “Speak.”
The man in front tipped his head toward the cage. “Maybe we should step outside?”
Matthew tugged on the laces of his pants. “This better be important because, in case you assholes didn’t figure it out, we’re in the middle of something.”
One of the man stared at Rachelle’s breasts before replying. “We have information.” He cleared his throat and tugged on the red ponytail hanging halfway down his back. “I think we need to hurry up. Leave sooner.”
Matthew snatched a coat hanging on a hook behind his chair. “Did I tell you to think?”
He shoved his arms through the sleeves. The other two stepped back to allow him to pass, then followed him out. The rumble of their feet faded into silence so complete the rustle of the pines boughs on the other side of the window sounded in the room. The wind howled and snow pelted the glass.
“He doesn’t know why you’re here,” Mattie said to Hayden. “If you’re smart about it, you’ll keep it that way.”
“I don’t know why I’m here either,” he said.
Mattie got up, strutted toward him. “You’re here because I want you here.”
Hayden pulled Rachelle away from the bars, shoved her to the side. “There’s more to it than that, and we both know it.” Rachelle stumbled back then leaned into him, wiggling, rubbing her ass across against his crotch. His cock stirred. He kept his focus on Mattie. “What is it you don’t want me to tell him?”
She said nothing, just stared at him with her swirling, dark eyes.
“What?” he asked again, pushing Rachelle off his cock.
Mattie glanced over her shoulder, leaned in, a whisper on her lips. “You—”
Yelling came from the other room, high-pitched voices that carried down the hall. Mattie turned to stare at the doorway. More noise came from outside, shouts that cut through the night. Then, as quickly as it started, it stopped and she turned back toward the cage.
Shivering, Rachelle snaked her trembling her arms around Hayden. Her eyes had cleared, her smile more natural. He pulled her to him.
Mattie went to the cabinet next to the chair and clicked open a door. “More tea, Rachelle?” It wasn’t really a question.
Rachelle pulled away from him and went to the slats, purring as she pushed her breasts between the slats again. The round swells being pressed by the wood should have been painful but she seemed to like the sensation. Mattie filled a mug, then stood before Rachelle, pressing the lip of the mug against one of her peaked nipples. Rachelle giggled and the sound made Hayden’s stomach churn. After Rachelle giggled again, Mattie passed the mug between the bars. “Be a good girl. Drink it all.”
Rachelle held the mug under her chin, emotions gliding across her face so quickly each blended into the other. “What about Hayden, he wants some too.”
Mattie lifted her eyebrow. Hayden, looking at the red marks on the sides of
Rachelle’s breasts, shook his head.
Mattie filled another mug anyway, carrying it over to hold for Hayden. “Rachelle’s right. You do want some.” She slid it between the bars, held it out. “Drink it.”
Hayden took the cup and pressed it to his lips. His body reacted to the smell, and he salivated, felt the pressure of blood stirring ion his veins. Lowering the mug, he nodded toward the doorway. The beads had finally stopped swinging and the silence surrounding them felt unnatural and threatening. “Who are they? What’s going on?”
“Why do you care?” Mattie replied as she watched Rachelle gulp the tea.
“Tell me what’s going on, and I’ll let you hold Rachelle down while I fuck her.”
Rachelle dropped her cup on the floor outside the cage. It tipped and rolled across the floor, leaving a thin trail of liquid that gleamed in the candlelight.
“I don’t need your permission. Not for that, not for anything.” Mattie replied, rolling her shoulders and making her breasts jiggle beneath the red bands. The blood in his veins quickened, his cock stirred.
“It’ll be better if you do,” he said. Then he thought of a new angle, so he added, “Rachelle will like it better if you have my permission.” He reached for her, smacked her ass with his palm.
“That’s right,” Rachelle murmured, rolling her shoulders. “Hayden is the cage master.”
Mattie pointed to Hayden’s hands. “Drink it.” A glimmer of green shone in her eyes. If he moved closer, her scent would fill his nostrils then sink lower and seep inside him.
Hayden tossed the mug through the slats. It hit the floor with a soft thud. Tea splashed and then dribbled as it rolled, stopping next to Rachelle’s emptied mug. He reached down, stroked his cock. The smaller, subtler movement caught Mattie’s attention, her gaze following the motions. He tipped his head toward the door. “Tell me who they are.”
Mattie shrugged, not taking her gaze from his cock. “Watchmen. No big deal. We have lots of them.”
Hayden wanted for more but she only stood, her green gaze fixed on his dick. “Unlock the door,” he said.” Come in.”
Instead of doing as he said, she picked up one of the mugs, went to the cabinet and refilled it. She held it out for Rachelle. “Here, sweetie. This will keep you from hating your boyfriend.”
“I could never hate Hayden. He’s going to make sure I learn my lessons.” Rachelle drank, then handed back the empty cup. A drop rolled down the right side of her chin. And she wiped it off with her index finger, then slid it into her mouth to suck the drop from her tip. Even after the liquid was gone, she continued sliding her finger in and out of her closed lips.
“Good girl.” Mattie took the mug to the cabinet. “Now you won’t remember any of this.” She got the key, unlocked the cage door, then returned it to its hook. Inside the cage, she went straight to Rachelle, looking her up and down. The lazy smile fell from Rachelle’s face as she backed up, her lip quivering as Mattie stalked toward her. “Where are you going, sweetie?” she asked her. “It’s time to get fucked.” She jerked the other girl forward, then threw her onto the straw. “How do you want it? On your hands and knees? Your back?”
Rachelle rolled into a sitting position, pulled her legs in and hugged her knees. “Why so shy all of a sudden? That second cup of tea hasn’t kicked in yet?” Mattie put her foot under Rachelle’s chin and lifted her face. “Hurry up and decide. I can decide for you if you want.”
Fear moved over Rachelle’s face. Her gaze slid to Hayden.
He shoved Mattie back. “I’m the Master. I decide.”
“Really?” Mattie’s eyes glowed brighter. “Then why isn’t she down?”
“She’ll be down when I tell her to be down. I have the dick. I’m the one who fucks her.”
Mattie backed away from Rachelle and pressed her cheek to Hayden’s. She ran her fingertips across the chain around his waist, then wrapped the loose end around his cock. Holding it, she whispered. Her breath crawled into Hayden’s ear, her icy scent tightened the back of his throat. That smell…he was beginning to need it. Crave it. “I don’t need a dick to fuck you—and your whole world. Remember that.” She unwrapped the chain from his cock, then shoved him, but not hard enough to make him fall. Rachelle looked on, her chin on her knees, her eyes half closed.
After he regained his footing, Hayden leaned into Mattie, backing her to the bars, holding her there. He glanced down, took in the top of her breasts then leered. “What’s going on outside?”
She turned, the tangle of her hair falling across her face as she tried unsuccessfully to shove him back. “Don’t start something you aren’t going to finish.”
He leaned harder, used his knee to hold one of her thighs to the bar. “Who says I’m not going to finish?”
“You don’t understand what you’re getting yourself into, Hayden.”
Smirking, he kept holding, staring into her eyes. Behind them, Rachelle moaned softly, the sound reminding him of a muffled wail. Hayden held back a shiver and waited. The cabin was silent, the voices from outside had faded completely away. Only Rachelle’s raspy breathing and the howl of the bitter wind remained.
Mattie stopped pushing back “Three of the dormants are gone. Matthew didn’t pull them.”
He slid one hand between them, worked it upward and tugged on of the first bindings he touched. Her cool skin shivered and he tugged again, exposing one nipple. Her breath hitched and her nipple tightened into a hard point. “What’s a dormant?”
Mattie’s gaze slid to Rachelle who had scooted back to the corner and was now watching them with totally glazed eyes. She turned back to Hayden. “After someone goes through the initiation, they stay dormant until the rites ritual.”
Using his other hand, he grabbed the hem of her skirt and lifted. “More.” He found her pussy and cupped it, applied pressure until she widened her stance. “Tell me.”
He slid his middle finger between her pussy lips, felt the tight coolness, saw her chest rise from a sharp breath. “They’re dormant. Not alive, not dead.”
He caressed her clit and leaned closer to smell her cool skin. “And?”
“Obviously, they can’t move. If they’re gone, it means someone took them. It wasn’t Matthew, so it had to be someone else. Not one of us. Shouldn’t be, anyway. If it is one of us, we all have a big problem.” She rocked her hips against his hand. “Whoever took them will be removed.”
“Killed?”
She nodded. “Burned. Or cut up.”
Hayden didn’t care about their problems. “What is it you want with me?”
Mattie aligned herself with him, spread her legs, then moved her body again, getting the pressure where she wanted it. “Sex.”
No way was he that stupid. “What else?”
She used one hand to hold the chain out of the way and the other to shove his hand out from between her legs. Then she grabbed his cock and wrapped her fingers around his hard shaft. Smiling, she guided it slowly inside her tight, cold cunt then rocked into him. Hayden drew back and thrust in. Mattie reached behind to grab the bars and hook one leg behind him, moving him closer, deeper into her body. He ground into her, barely pulling back before thrusting in again.
Mattie laughed. “By the way, don’t worry about her. She won’t remember anything. Not a single tiny thing.”
Rachelle. He’d forgotten her and Mattie knew it, wanted him to understand his own betrayal. Angry, ugly guilt made him drive with a wild force that started to warp his consciousness. She matched his hard rhythm, using him as he used her. A strange grey haze fogged his mind and, weary and indignant, he gave himself over to it.
“What the fuck? This isn’t what I want.” Matthew reached through the slats and grabbed a fistful of Mattie’s hair, yanked her away from Hayden. He pulled again, she tumbled to the floor with a solid thud. A low green sheen appeared in the brightened the man’s eyes.
Mattie righted herself, tugged her skirt over her pussy and yanked her red bindings up to cov
er her breasts. Scrambling onto all fours as she crawled out of Matthew’s reach, she pulled herself up, slipped through the cage door. After she took her seat by the foot of Matthew’s chair, she pushed her hair off her face. “What’s going on?”
Matthew’s finger flicked quickly as he unlaced his pants, released his cock. Even soft it was huge. “That’s not your problem, is it?” he asked, caressing his cock.
“I have a right to know if we’re safe.” Not looking at him, she added, “And if there’s someone around that shouldn’t be trusted.”
“We’re safe here until I say so. Now shut the fuck up.” The strokes of his hand quickened, his dick stretched. “Watch if you want, don’t if you don’t want. I don’t give a shit, what you do, Mattie. Maybe you should remember that.”
He stepped into the cage and threw off his fur coat. On all fours, Rachelle scrambled over, climbed on top of the coat. She rolled over and then started rubbing herself across it like a cat scratching its back in the dirt. She lifted her knees, then opened her legs, showing off her tight thighs and the pussy folds between her legs. “I’m glad you’re back, Matthew,” she said, eyes fully glazed as she grabbed her breasts then pinched her own nipples.
Matthew let go of his cock, but it was so tight it jutted forward, hard, ready. “Take the thong off, so we don’t have to waste time tearing it off you.” One side of his thin lips curled upward. “And spread out the coat. I hate that straw.”
Rachelle peeled off her thong, then stuck her ass in the air, exposing the dark shadow between her thighs, as she arranged the fur beneath her. She lay on her back, arms stretched out overhead, her eyes unfocused. Matthew swung around and positioned himself above her, dropped onto his knees, then scooted forward until the underside his stiff shaft brushed her lips. She stuck out her tongue and licked his tip. Hayden took a step back. Rachelle licked again, using a long sweep to get the full length of the underside.
“That’s right, little bitch. Lick it, love it. It’s mine.” Matthew used her hair to pull her head back then shoved his dick in her mouth, the green glimmer in his eyes nearly making his face glow. “Take more, take it all.” He laughed, low in his throat as he forced himself in, making her gag.
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