and
condescension. She wanted to bury her head in her pillow and make it
all go away. The exotic feelings of happy bliss were gone and a guiltridden sadness had taken over.
Her body felt like mush and she couldn’t get it to obey her command
to roll over. The room was still black so it couldn’t be morning, but she
was wide-awake now. Brianna’s nose tickled so she reached for it, only to
be brought up short by the fact her arms were tied to the bed, stretched
out above her head. Her nose tickled again as her tummy plummeted.
The room wasn’t dark. She was blindfolded and bound to the bed spreadeagle, and naked, based on the cool air on her flesh.
She had not been dreaming at all, merely incorporating reality with
sleep.
She panicked, her heart thudding, her breath gasping as she tried to
move, but couldn’t wiggle so much as an inch. A feather light touch
tickled her left breast, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.
A deep chuckle sounded to her left and Brianna jerked her head. The
laugh had been different from Cole’s. It was lower and easier, like it came
from someone who laughed a lot. From the same person whose voice had
jerked her from the heated dream and all the things Cole was about to do
to her.
“I know you’re awake, Bri.”
“Cole?” She turned her head, searching for the source, knowing it
hadn’t come from her left.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
-48- Blackmailed
There he was, at her feet. She swallowed. “Who’s here, Cole?”
“You’re right. She does swallow when she’s nervous.”
Two distinct laughs reverberated in her ears. She fought to see
through the blackness, to see who she was dealing with, while her body
thrilled and betrayed her. She felt the slick evidence of her desire pooling
with the thought of being touched by two men, even when her mind
screamed it was wrong to want to be fucked by more than one.
Apparently the rumors about Cole were true. She should feel
embarrassed, outraged that they were both looking at her naked body,
but she couldn’t summon up either emotion.
The feather, at least she thought it was a feather, stroked her
exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing her despite her fears.
“Shh. Relax,” the man whispered against her ear.
His fingers, she assumed they were the unknown man’s, trailed a
blazing path down her throat, along the valley between her breasts,
pausing to circle her areolas. His fingernails scraped gently across her
abdomen and stopped where he dipped into her belly button. Brianna
sucked in a breath at the exquisite feelings. It was then she realized she
was also bound to the bed by a strap across her hips, preventing her
from even arching her back.
Her face grew red as she smelled her own arousal.
“So soft,” he murmured.
“Like silk,” Cole agreed.
The strange fingers continued their journey, learning her body and
tangling in her pubic hair. Brianna bit her lip, silently begging him not to
stop, to touch her clit, to make her come, but he withdrew his hand. She
groaned in disappointment and sank into the mattress.
“Let’s shave this off. I want only skin here.”
Brianna gasped at the gruff command, startled by his abrupt change
from gentle to demanding.
“A hot, wet towel, Bri.” The bed dipped between her legs where she
guessed Cole climbed closer to her.
-49- Annmarie McKenna
“Cole, stop. I don’t want this. Don’t do this!” She sounded pathetic,
she knew, but God, they had her tied to a bed and were going to shave
her pussy.
“You promised, Bri. It was part of our bargain. You agreed to do
anything I asked of you. Now I’m telling you. You will do whatever we tell
you. Now, shh. We want you naked, Bri. We want to feel your smooth
skin as we lap up your juices. It’s just hair, baby.”
“We? We?” Brianna squirmed as best she could. “Who is we? Damn
it, Cole, at least let me see who we is!”
“My name is Tyler.” He said this one second
condescension. She wanted to bury her head in her pillow and make it
all go away. The exotic feelings of happy bliss were gone and a guiltridden sadness had taken over.
Her body felt like mush and she couldn’t get it to obey her command
to roll over. The room was still black so it couldn’t be morning, but she
was wide-awake now. Brianna’s nose tickled so she reached for it, only to
be brought up short by the fact her arms were tied to the bed, stretched
out above her head. Her nose tickled again as her tummy plummeted.
The room wasn’t dark. She was blindfolded and bound to the bed spreadeagle, and naked, based on the cool air on her flesh.
She had not been dreaming at all, merely incorporating reality with
sleep.
She panicked, her heart thudding, her breath gasping as she tried to
move, but couldn’t wiggle so much as an inch. A feather light touch
tickled her left breast, causing her skin to break out in goose bumps.
A deep chuckle sounded to her left and Brianna jerked her head. The
laugh had been different from Cole’s. It was lower and easier, like it came
from someone who laughed a lot. From the same person whose voice had
jerked her from the heated dream and all the things Cole was about to do
to her.
“I know you’re awake, Bri.”
“Cole?” She turned her head, searching for the source, knowing it
hadn’t come from her left.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
-48- Blackmailed
There he was, at her feet. She swallowed. “Who’s here, Cole?”
“You’re right. She does swallow when she’s nervous.”
Two distinct laughs reverberated in her ears. She fought to see
through the blackness, to see who she was dealing with, while her body
thrilled and betrayed her. She felt the slick evidence of her desire pooling
with the thought of being touched by two men, even when her mind
screamed it was wrong to want to be fucked by more than one.
Apparently the rumors about Cole were true. She should feel
embarrassed, outraged that they were both looking at her naked body,
but she couldn’t summon up either emotion.
The feather, at least she thought it was a feather, stroked her
exposed neck like a lover’s caress, soothing her despite her fears.
“Shh. Relax,” the man whispered against her ear.
His fingers, she assumed they were the unknown man’s, trailed a
blazing path down her throat, along the valley between her breasts,
pausing to circle her areolas. His fingernails scraped gently across her
abdomen and stopped where he dipped into her belly button. Brianna
sucked in a breath at the exquisite feelings. It was then she realized she
was also bound to the bed by a strap across her hips, preventing her
from even arching her back.
Her face grew red as she smelled her own arousal.
“So soft,” he murmured.
“Like silk,” Cole agreed.
The strange fingers continued their journey, learning her body and
tangling in her pubic hair. Brianna bit her lip, silently begging him not to
stop, to touch her clit, to make her come, but he withdrew his hand. She
groaned in disappointment and sank into the mattress.
“Let’s shave this off. I want only skin here.”
Brianna gasped at the gruff command, startled by his abrupt change
from gentle to demanding.
“A hot, wet towel, Bri.” The bed dipped between her legs where she
guessed Cole climbed closer to her.
-49- Annmarie McKenna
“Cole, stop. I don’t want this. Don’t do this!” She sounded pathetic,
she knew, but God, they had her tied to a bed and were going to shave
her pussy.
“You promised, Bri. It was part of our bargain. You agreed to do
anything I asked of you. Now I’m telling you. You will do whatever we tell
you. Now, shh. We want you naked, Bri. We want to feel your smooth
skin as we lap up your juices. It’s just hair, baby.”
“We? We?” Brianna squirmed as best she could. “Who is we? Damn
it, Cole, at least let me see who we is!”
“My name is Tyler.” He said this one second
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