Page 11 of Hold Your Breath
“When I catch you, I’m going to fuck this beautiful body into the dirt while you beg for more.”
He releases me with a slight push, and I take off, back through the maze. I know this place like the back of my hand, having spent every Easter weekend here for the past few years. My family is only tolerable in small doses, so I’ve always preferred to spend my time walking the grounds, marveling at how beautiful everything is here.
A chill is setting in. While the days are getting warmer, the nights are still cold as hell. Though if I die from hypothermia by the end of the night, I might die happy, or at the very least satisfied. My tombstone could read:Willow Lewis died thoroughly fucked.
My mother would love that.
The sound of heavy footfalls echoes around me, causing my heart to race. I know I’m safe, but am I really? Do I trust this website? I’m sure Ted Bundy’s wife trusted him until she found out what he did. The chances of them being serial killers are low, but not zero.
I can feel them herding me like an animal, a footfall here, a snapped twig there, the glow of a mask in my peripheral vision. Yet I still let them lead me away fromthe house and down toward the back garden, my favorite place on the grounds. It’s the one with the view of the man-made lake behind the house. Maybe it’s classed as a pond, but it’s sure as heck big enough to be a lake.
When I get to a clearing that slopes downward, I feel the three of them closing the distance between us. As I brace myself to run down the incline, both the egg and butt plug come to life, buckling my legs, and I fall. When I hit the ground, my momentum rolls me toward the lake.
I could have easily stopped my movement if I wasn’t two seconds away from an orgasm. When I finally stop myself inches from the water’s edge, so do the vibrations. I sigh with relief and roll onto my back, taking a deep inhale to help get my breathing under control.
“Hello, Bunny.”
Looking up, I find the three masked men standing around me.
“It looks like you had a little tumble, but don’t worry, we’ll make it all better. Would fucking you make you feel good?”
I nod my head, but one of the masked men leans down and tangles his hand in my hair, using it to pull me up to my knees.
“You need to use your words.”
“Y-yes,” I say, my teeth chattering as the night air sends chills down my spine and the cold sets in.
“I think she needs to be warmed up a little. On your hands and knees, facing the water. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Tell me, Bunny, are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
The one holding my hair releases it and I do as I’m told, dropping to my hands and knees and facing the water. There is one light on top of a pole attached to the small dock a short distance away, and it’s enough for me to make out the ripples in the water.
A hand lands on one of my thighs, and I flinch—they’re a problem area for me. They wobble and rub together and are not my most flattering parts of my body. If the man notices, he doesn’t say anything as the rough calluses on his hands lightly scratch against my sensitive skin until he cups my pussy and runs his fingers through my slit. He opens me before he slides his fingers inside and removes the egg. With a plop, it lands in the water, and I watch it sink beneath the surface.
“You should see how fucking perfect you look from behind, Bunny. That ass, so juicy and asking for me to make it red, and your pussy makes me want to bury my face in there and never come up for air.”
His hands grasp my hips and my pussy throbs with need. If I didn’t know better, I would say the needy bitch has her own pulse. I push my ass out, and a sharp sting of pain is followed by the soothing caress of a hand. It has me so wet I am actually dripping—something I have never experienced with anyone else.
“Do you like that, Bunny, his hand coming down on your ass?”
Looking up, I see the man to my right has his cock held in the palm of his hand. I lick my lips, suddenly realizing how dry they are.
“I loved it,” I say, finding a confidence I didn’t know I possessed. Even though I know they are being paid to be here, there is nothing about their demeanor that gives the vibe that they are disgusted by my body. Their words make me feel a way I never have before.
The man behind me brings his hand down on my ass again but squeezes, digging the tips of his fingers into my flesh. I smile, knowing I will have bruises tomorrow. What is normally a downfall of sensitive skin no longer feels like a negative.
“Look how wet you are for us, Bunny.”
His hand swipes along my pussy before his other hand twists beneath the strands of my hair, guiding my body upright so my back is flush against his front. Then he brings his fingers to my mouth.
“Taste and tell me how sweetyou are.”
I hesitate. I’ve never done this, but it’s not because I didn’t want to; rather, it has never been an option. It feels dirty, yet I want to stick my tongue out and curl it around his fingers.
The hand lightly wrapped in my hair releases the strands and grabs my cheeks, squeezing until I open my mouth.
