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Darkness surrounded me. I hated the dark, but I pushed through the fear. The music and temperatures changed as we walked through the place. My mind ran wild from the sounds I heard. Gasps and moans. Soft deliciously dirty whispers. I could only imagine the writhing bodies I passed, the way they looked at me like I was a lamb being taken to be sacrificed.
Suddenly, the woman stopped, and she opened a door. “Almost there,” she said softly, and I followed her.
Whatever space we entered was colder than the one we’d been in. Quieter, too. But then that changed. The sound of rain started, and I shivered. I opened my mouth to ask something, I just wasn’t sure what, when she tapped my arm.
“What is your safe word?”
“Bowtie,” I whispered.
“Good.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “Don’t forget, you can use it at anytime. And have a good time." Her hand left my arm, and I stood there. My ears strained to hear something. I heard her whispered voice say thank you before a door shut behind her. I had no idea how I knew that, but I did.
Just like I knew I wasn’t alone in that room.
18
ROSA
My heart rate picked up when I heard it.
The sound of the rain got louder. My body trembled. So much was happening, yet nothing was. Nothing had changed, but I knew. This whole night was set up by them. If I was honest with myself, I’d known that from the moment my sister had told me I’d received a package.
It was them.
My men.
My daddies.
This was them making a grand gesture. Whether it was so they could fuck me or ask to keep me forever, I was going to let the night unfold on its own. I could have taken the blindfold off. I knew they wouldn’t have cared, but I was going to be a good girl.
Their good girl.
The air felt cooler. Like I was standing near a vent and the AC had kicked in triple time. The rain sounds grew louder, and I frowned. Before I knew it, thunder clapped through the air, and I jumped.
Maybe it isn't them? They knew storms freaked me out. A deep-rooted tremble washed over me, but one touch of a gloved hand against mine stilled my heart. And just like that, my body and mind calmed down.
“There is nothing to be scared of,” a deep but muffled voice whispered. So close it felt whoever was in the room was standing right beside me, hovering by my temple, but I couldn’t tell. Not when I didn’t feel his breath against my skin.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look right now?” another voice asked this one on my other side, and a rough finger stroked the side of my arm. His breath skirted against my face, and I swallowed hard.
“So fucking pretty,” another voice, just as deep, spoke, but I couldn’t feel him. I couldn’t tell where he was.
My chest rose and fell heavily, almost like I couldn’t catch my breath. Words failed me as my ears strained to make out sounds, hints as to who was where and if it was indeed my men.
My men.
“We’re going to play a little game, beautiful.” Lips grazed against my cheek, and I felt something on his face. The man whose breath I could feel was wearing something. A mask. My legs pressed together.
It was them, and they knew.
They knew about my masked daddy fantasy. But how? Had I said something when I’d been sick? And they didn’t think I was a freak? Why did I find it so exhilarating? Men in masks, men I almost thought I knew covered up and taking me. Making me theirs.
“You okay with that, baby girl?” the muffled voice asked on my other side. I nodded before thinking.
“We need the words, gorgeous.”
“Yes. I wanna play… daddy,” I whispered the last word and didn’t miss the sharp intakes of breath around me. It boosted my confidence in whatever was going to happen tonight. Then, a little louder, I corrected myself. “Daddies.” A hand gripped my hips and turned me.
I stood in front one of them. He was big and smelled good. Familiar. Spicy with a hint of musk.
