Chapter 3

Chapter Three

Elena

My brain thumps, and I wake slowly with a groan, already knowing I shouldn’t have drunk so much.

I try to stretch my sore muscles, but my arms are pinned to my body. My eyes fly open, and I struggle against the— What the fuck? Am I tied up with fucking Christmas lights?

“Good morning, Mariah.”

I shriek at the sound of a husky voice, and then, as the masked man who caught me by the hair last night comes into view, it turns into a snort. I have never seen something so fucking ridiculous in my life. This must be Ana’s doing. She wouldn’t drop the fantasy website stuff, so I bet she bought this for me as an early Christmas gift.

“Why are you laughing? You’re tied up.”

“Because you want me to take a man in a glow mask seriously? That’s all Halloween, buddy, and it’s now Christmas.”

He chuckles. “I have a Santa hat on and Santa pants—I know my holidays. It still doesn’t change the fact you’ve technically been kidnapped.”

“Ha, ha, very funny. I know Ana’s behind this. Should I scream now? Try to run so you can catch me and fuck me?”

I smirk up at him as he leans over me and rumbles out, “Is that what you want? Me to untie you and chase you?”

I think about it for a second. Is that what I want? On one hand, I didn’t sign up for this shit, but on the other, Ana has already paid them, and we’re stuck here until the snow dies down.

“Should I shower first?” I ask, and he laughs.

“You might want to shower after I’m done with you.”

I nod. “Fine, but I want a safe word since I don’t know what the bitch signed me up for. It’s Pringles, because once you pop, you can’t stop.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of a safe word?”

I smirk at him and nod.

“If this is a trick, I’m going to fuck you anyway. Daddy put me on a sex ban until after this job is done, and I officially have blue balls.”

“Not a trick. Besides, where would I go? It’s not like I can drive anywhere, and there is no reception—or at least there wasn’t last night.”

The man hesitates but eventually leans over and unravels the lights. Once I’m free, he steps back and leaves the ball in my court.

“Show me what you’ve got, Mariah. I like it rough.”

I don’t correct him that my name is Elena; I know it’s a dig at my music choice last night. My guess is Ana is paying them and them getting snowed in with me was unexpected. It means I better get a move on, as I’m sure they never expected to be stuck with me for more than one night.

Darting across the room, I rush toward the stairs that lead down to the second level, my heart thumping wildly. I have only been with Blake until recently. Since then was his brother, but it was a very drunken one-night stand, and I only have vague memories from that night. There was sex, but I’m not even sure if either of us finished. In my drunk mind, it was the best form of revenge, but in the light of day, not so much. Especially not when my family is so closely tied to his and has been since we were kids. Sure, I could avoid Christmas dinner. I’m an adult. But then I wouldn’t get to spend the day with my family, who are hosting this year. So, I need to put my big-girl panties on, and this is how I will do it. I will fuck Blake out of my system.

Since these guys are for hire, maybe I should take them to Christmas dinner. On second thought, let’s see how good the sex is first.

Footsteps pound behind me as I weave through the plastic sheets. I burst through the last of them and come to a stop with a gasp. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlook all the snow that has fallen, and it’s magical.

“Hands on the window,” he rasps behind me.

“But I thought you wanted me to put up a fight?” I ask without looking back.

“I changed my mind. Now I want to fuck you up against the window.”

I scoff, feeling his presence behind me as he steps closer, then his body presses hard against mine, and I bite my lip in anticipation. He takes my hands and pins them to the window. “Move, and I will tie you up again and edge you so fucking much your little cunt will be weeping.”

My knees squeeze together involuntarily. Fuck me. Blake never spoke like that.

He drags his hands back down my arms, and I keep mine pressed hard against the window. Then he moves his hands to my legs and slowly trails them upward until they dip beneath the oversized jumper, causing goosebumps to prickle my skin. He lifts the material over my head and my nipples harden in the frigid air.

“Fuck,” he says from behind me. “That is an ass I plan to eat before I leave here.”

He palms my ass cheeks, then squeezes hard, causing a moan to slip from between my lips. “I’m going to hell for this,” he murmurs, and slips one of his boot-clad feet between mine to get me to widen my stance. Moving my thong aside, he reaches from behind to his fingers down my pussy, spreading my lips.

I am so damn wet, but I never knew something like this could be such a turn-on. My eyes roll as his fingers slide inside me, and he slowly pumps them in and out.

“Look how wet you are for me already. Do you want me to fuck you? Last chance to change your mind,” he says as he removes his fingers, and I instantly hate the loss.

“Please,” I whimper.

He doesn’t waste any time. The sound of his jeans hitting the floor is all I hear before his cock is pressed against me. One of his hands grabs my hip, and he pulls my ass out as he lines himself up and thrusts inside me. Then he bands an arm around my waist and lifts me, so my feet no longer touch the ground.

“Oh fuck!” I yell as his thick cock stretches me further than I have ever been stretched before.

“Look at you taking all of me.” He groans as he draws back slowly. “You should see how wet my cock is, coated in your juices.”

He thrusts back in, and I whimper, “Harder.”

He complies, setting me back on my feet, then grips my hips and fucks me like his life depends on it—and he doesn’t handle me as if I will break. At some point, he slides one of his hands down the front of my thong to play with my clit, and my cries get louder with each circular motion he makes.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

My entire body freezes, but the masked man doesn’t stop. “Ignore Daddy. He’s just pissed I untied you before he woke up. Let’s give him a show—you might as well get your money’s worth.”

I nod, and he keeps circling my clit, his thrusts now measured strokes designed to draw out my pleasure.

“What’s wrong, Daddy? You want to join in? I wonder how our little gift would take two cocks? She fits me like a glove and is so fucking tight.”

The newcomer growls. I can’t see him, but he doesn’t get any closer—or maybe he does. I wouldn’t know because I’m swept up in my explosive orgasm. My body spasms, and my toes curl as stars dance across my vision.

“Get upstairs once you’re done and put her back where she belongs.”

“Yes, boss,” the masked man snaps as his fingernails dig into my hips, and then a “ fuck ” punches out of him as he thrusts in deep and stills.

After a long pause, with my head still spinning, he pulls back, and I hear the telltale sign of fabric rustling and a zipper being done up. Before I can get ahold of myself, he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. One of his hands lands firmly on my ass as he walks us through the second level and carries me up the stairs, seemingly without effort. My entire body feels like jelly, and I don’t bother fighting him.

“Boss man wants me to tie you back up, so just go with it. He calls the shots.” I nod my head as he places me down on the shag pile rug. “But let’s make this fun for him. Spread your legs and wrap your hands around your ankles.”

I raise a brow at him and do as he asks.

He wraps the lights around my right wrist, then my ankle on that side, and runs the string up and across my back, circling my waist, then down the other side. Once he is done, he steps back and admires his handiwork.

The fire behind me warms my back, and I’m thankful that someone started it. The room is dark from the blackout curtains. He clicks his fingers with a smirk and lifts me as if I weigh nothing, moving me to sit in front of the Christmas tree. I chuckle when he plugs the lights in, and they add to the room’s soft glow.

“Wait there, I’ll be back,” he says, leaving the room.

I wonder if I have made the right choice. I’m sitting in my uncle’s living room, almost naked. The thong I’m wearing is no longer in place, and my pussy is in full view, my nipples still hard because I’m so turned on.

“Holy fuck, you were not wrong,” a new voice says.

I look up at the new masked man who has entered the room. This guy isn’t as tall or broad as the others, and a lock of silver-toned hair sticks out from the top of the glowing mask.

I want to ask why the masks are necessary, but I can’t form a single word when two more masked men step out from the hallway, and they are all staring at me.

“Please, Daddy, let us have some fun,” the masked man whose voice I recognize says, laughter in his tone.

“You consent to this?” Mr. Grumpy Growly Voice from earlier asks.

“Yes,” I blurt. “You’re a Christmas present. I may as well enjoy it before I’m home and back to my miserable existence.”

“Very well, don’t break her,” Mr. Grumpy says. “Remember to always keep your fucking masks on. She doesn’t see our faces.”

“Yes, boss,” the new voice says. “We need to blindfold her because I can see how wet she is, and I want to eat that pretty pussy.”

Two of the masked men stalk toward me, and the third leans against the wall, watching. I’m not sure why he’s here if he doesn’t want to join in. Though since he’s called Daddy, I know it’s to do with Ana; she has a Daddy kink and goes into detail about how exciting it is.

My chest rises and falls, both excitement and panic setting in, as something like this is so out of character for me. I don’t have sex with strangers, and I never would have dreamed of paying anyone for sex. I also never expected to be single again either. Blake was it for me—I planned to marry him and have his babies.

One of the masked men pulls the shirt off his body, folding it as he steps closer. He wraps it around my eyes and ties it off at the back.

“Look at that pretty pussy leaking my cum. Now get on your knees and clean her up.”

I shiver at the commanding voice, and my heart thumps wildly in my chest. I can feel his breath against my skin. My body trembles and I dig my fingers into the carpet.

“Are you scared?” the masked man from before whispers in my ear.

“N-no,” I rasp out as a tongue plunges between my folds, and I whimper at the strange sensation of someone new between my legs.

“You should be. You are our prisoner. We are going to keep you naked and fuck you every change we get. If you’re lucky, we might untie you, and when you try to run, we will chase you and bring you right back here.”

He is a talented actor, I’ll give him that. “I’m not scared,” I say with more bravado. “I want this— Argh! Oh god!”

My head falls back and my body tilts, but I can’t move my arms to catch myself since they are strapped to my legs with Christmas lights. A familiar wall of muscle slides in behind me, keeping me upright.

“Who’s a dirty little whore, spreading her legs for strangers?”

The man between my legs sucks my clit into his mouth. This is far beyond what I experienced with Blake. He would never eat me out until I came—it was more of a token reciprocation after I gave him head.

“Answer me. Who is a dirty little whore?”

He pinches my nipple hard, and I cry out, “Me, I’m a dirty little whore!”

“Good girl,” he praises as he runs a finger lightly over my sore nipple, sending tingles through my body. “If only you could see how fucking hot you look wrapped up like a gift. With his head between your milky thighs, he is going to put a candy cane ornament inside you while he sucks on your clit, and you are going to be a good little whore and come all over his face.”

My eyes widen in shock behind my blindfold at the thought of such a scandalous use of my uncle’s ornaments, but I don’t say my safe word, not for this. Something cool and long is slowly slid inside me as the man sucks my sensitive clit into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it. I fall back against the masked man behind me, and he moves my hair to the side and nips at my neck. It feels like I’m being touched everywhere as he bites down on my skin at the same time the man between my legs slips a finger in alongside the ornament. He strokes my G-spot and sucks on my clit, and within moments my orgasm has me screaming out a huge “Fuck you!” to Blake, my body trembling from the intensity of my release.