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“What was I supposed to do? There’s nothing to do here, and you guys haven’t thought to provide me with any entertainment,” she says, jutting her lower lip in defiance as she loses her embarrassment. “I was bored and horny.”
I chuckle, slightly shocked.
“Well then, maybe you should have asked for help. We would have obliged.”
Chapter 13
Amelia
“Why are you even in here?”
I am aware that my barely covered body is exposed for his viewing pleasure, and yet, my shock holds me captive, stopping me from moving even if I wish to run away.
I stare at him, my mouth open wide in mortification and my face scrunched in confusion as he advances toward me.
The teasing smile on his face and his words do nothing to clear up my confusion.
The past few days have been nothing but torture for me. All I have are men who either try not to say too much to me or are ever so gentle for fear of offending me, and a phone I can’t use for fear of it getting traced.
I remember how quick Josiah had been to snatch it from my hand when I tried to turn it on to play a game a few days ago, and the disapproving look that followed immediately after.
My face burns in shame.I should have known better. I’m the damn police.
I’d just been so bored out of my mind, especially since the guys only cared about making sure I didn’t leave and not really about my need for entertainment.
I doubt they’ve even given it any thought.
The only one who’s ever tried to be entertaining is Rueben. He’s answered the questions I asked and been quick to tell me what I needed to know, although even that had its limits.
I can’t be unfair to them though. They’ve made sure I’m fed whenever I’m hungry, and they bought me the clothes I wanted when I grew tired of wearing theirs.
However, that was all there was to it for them. Every day, I watch them go out and do as they please, while I remain cooped up here and unable to leave even if I want to.
Coupled with the fact that my lust for my protectors grows by the day, my growing restlessness and boredom have made it harder for me to ignore my desires.
It’s been a while since I saw Tanner, and even when I do, he’s usually out of the house in a hurry to attend to some business or another. Our mutual distaste for each other doesn’t help matters, and I suffer through the silence when it’s his turn to watch me.
Ugh… Even thinking it makes me feel like a child with three grown babysitters.
Of course, his idea of watching me, when he’s not sitting in silence, often involves antagonizing me until we’re at loggerheads, a situation which continues until someone else intervenes and puts an end to the situation since neither of us ever wishes to back down.
Despite that, there were times when a soft brush of his hands against my skin or the odd moments when he laughs or smiles at me makes me burn for him.
Gosh… What is this feeling? Am I a masochist now?
There are so many things I’ve begun to discover about myself in the short time that I’ve been cooped up with the boys, and if one of them turns out to be that I get turned on by sadism, I will not be shocked.
I’d seen the cucumbers for the first time a few days ago, but had ignored them because I knew they belonged to Tanner. However, with today being one of the rare occasions when they were all busy and could not watch me, I had decided to eat it as my stomach growled in hunger.
My pussy had throbbed as my hands moved up and down the length of the cucumber and my mouth wrapped around it. A moan had escaped my lips as I imagined those hands wrapped around a cock as I sucked on it instead.
I’d quickly returned to my room with the cucumber in hand, and had only just begun rocking against it as I prepared to slowly ease it into my waiting pussy and ride it until it satisfied my ache and throbbing as I imagined the guys taking me, one after the other.
“Well then, maybe you should have asked for help. We would have obliged you.”
Tanner’s words ring in my head as I stare at him, waiting patiently for me to say the words he needed to hear before he took me.
I am trembling in both embarrassment and lust. How could he look so inviting, standing there and mocking me with his eyes? His gray orbs hold my green ones, crinkled at the corners from his amusement as he smirks, but also clouded over with arousal.
