Filthy Secret

STEWED

Strung up like a bird ready to be roasted, I jerked against the ropes as the pleasure mounted. The pulsing plastic taped to me insisted I give in and knew it would win. I had no choice but to succumb to its unyielding demands, just as I had no option but to drool around the hideous gag. I didn’t know how long I’d been left this way or how many highs it had ripped from my reluctant body, but after the first climax subsided, it had pushed me right back to the brink. Over and over, it continued, my moans tapering into frantic mewls. I wanted to get out of the binds, wanted some decorum as I writhed on his bed, but damn it, there was no chance. Overstimulated and sore, my clit surrendered to numerous thundering orgasms, their effect no less shattering or denigrating as they rattled on.

If the whirring tormentor between my legs was here to get me ready for his cock, it had done its job. I could feel my sex slick as it vibrated, my juices seeping down my inner thighs.

I pressed my head onto the covers, beaten and humiliated. This wasn’t how sex was meant to be, but this was what it had been reduced to-a functional act of propagation in the most humiliating circumstances. Hell, I was lucky he had let me come. Most of the women here would not be so fortunate.

Tensing at the key in the door, knowing it must be Dylan, I couldn’t decide how I felt about the conclusion. I couldn’t bear the thought of one of the others touching me, but could I really tolerate him? He was still a stranger, a thug who was paid to persecute. He was no friend of mine.

“Eloise.” He smirked, his gaze running over me before he secured the door. “I’m pleased to see you haven’t got up.” He laughed as if there was anything even slightly amusing about my predicament.

My breathing accelerated at his approach.

“How are you doing?” Without a word of warning, his hand dropped to my clenching ass, easing past my cleft to my pussy. “Wow.”

I moaned as embarrassed heat engulfed my face. I was so fucking wet and couldn’t remember being this aroused for ages, although nothing about the situation should have been stimulating, save for the vibrating menace at my clit.

And him. I pulled in hot ribbons of air through my nostrils, ignoring the snide comment in my head. He’s alluring, and you know it.

“You really are ready.”

“Eeese.” I struggled around the ball shoved between my teeth, even more mortified by the noises coming from me, but they worked. His focus switched to my face.

“Had enough of the gag?” Dylan’s tone was wry.

I nodded as he fell to his haunches at my side.

“Okay.” His hand moved to my mouth, and I squeezed my eyes shut. His finger tugged at the strap, easing the ball from my lips. I watched as he discarded it to the floor. “I’ll remove it so long as you keep the volume down.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Wait, why was I pandering to the moron by addressing him the way he wanted? A shiver ran along my spine as he smiled, briefly distracting me from the answer. I feared the consequences if I failed to please him. Yes, that was it. It had absolutely nothing to do with the way my sex tightened when I said it or the dark glint in his gaze.

“I like you like this.” He ran his palm along my back, grazing my exposed ass. “A lot.”

Relieved to be free of the gag, I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t risk upsetting him and sure as hell didn’t want that ball back in my mouth.

“I can’t leave you tied like it for too long.” He sighed at the realization. “Fortunately, I have another solution.” Reaching into his pocket, his grin widened, and I watched, riveted as he pulled out a length of leather. “This means you won’t need to be so restricted.”

“What is it, Sir?” I gasped, but he was already stretching the leather around my neck, the dull reality dawning on me before he explained.

“A collar.” Once more, he laughed. “Apparently, we’re supposed to see you as animals now.”

My brows knitted at the cutting analogy as he fastened the thing in place, checking there was room for me to breathe. He wandered to the dreaded drawer, returning with a fresh piece of rope which he wrapped around the D-ring of the collar. Panic soared as he attached the rope to the end of his bed, effectively securing me to the thing.

“Now we can get down to it.” Dylan drew in a long breath, trailing an invisible line down my arm on his way to my wrists.

I panted as he released the binds, wiggling my fingers as he liberated my ankles.

“Up on all fours.”

This was it. This was what it had all boiled down to. All those days of running, of living in the dirt, the constant fear of capture-all led to this moment of capitulation. In the end, it hadn’t made a damned difference. Weary with resignation, my head fell as I clambered into position. If he was going to fuck me, just let it be over with.

“I think this has done its job.” Dylan ripped the tape from me, and I gasped at the sudden hurt, quivering at the abrupt loss of sensation. I loathed the buzzing offender, but at least it had prepared me for what was to come. I tensed at the unintended pun.

“Head up.” He moved to my face, my heart racing at the sound of his zipper. “I need you to get me in the mood. I haven’t had the luxury of multiple orgasms.”

My throat dried as he jerked out his cock. The organ already looked up for the job.

“Y-Yes, Sir.”

My gaze darted to his knowing eyes, my emotions warring inside me. Dylan was precisely the kind of guy I’d have wanted to bed under normal circumstances, but nothing about this was normal. Now he wasn’t some hot guy. He was my aggressor, the man who would take what he wanted, no matter what I wanted.

“What’s wrong?” His lips curled, his index finger beckoning me forward. “You want me, right?”

Christ, he was just like all the rest of them-so fucking arrogant and full of shit-yet he wasn’t. He had rescued me from the mitts of all the other heinous men here and ensured I was drenched with need. That didn’t sound like an oppressor.

“Yes, Sir,” I shifted in his direction. “I just…” My words dried up as I tried to vocalize everything I had been through.

“Just for the record, I don’t approve of what’s going on.” His hand rose to my hair, his fingers tightening. “I don’t think it’s right.”

Yet still, you go along with it? The accusation was right on the tip of my tongue, but I didn’t dare articulate it.

“I think you’re an attractive woman, and I think you want me, too. We can help each other out in this shitshow.”

“What if I get pregnant?”

Eye to eye with his cock, I noticed the way it throbbed, suggesting he was enjoying himself rather more than he was letting on. Damn it, as I surveyed his arousal, I couldn’t deny he was right. I craved him and wanted to have great sex one more time before that too was taken from me, but the idea of having to rear a child-that was something else entirely. I couldn’t agree to that.

“Then our new masters will be happy.” His fist stiffened in my hair. “It’s gonna happen, whatever you do. If it’s not me, it’ll be some other guy.”

His verdict knotted the anxiety in my belly, his conviction reinforcing the gravity of what was happening.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

It was going to happen.

Whatever I did, they had me. I was a prisoner of the state, and my sole duty was to breed.