Page 24 of Locked in Wonderland

I tried to laugh, but it emerged thin and strained. “I’d quite like to know who’s in the room while I’m handcuffed and blindfolded.”

“You don’t want to know,” one said lazily. “You want to come.”

The worst part was that he was right.

The hand wrapped around my cock still stroked me, but only just enough to keep me aching and hard and desperate. Every glide of his palm stopped short of giving me what I needed, leaving me balanced on a razor’s edge of frustration. I tipped my head back again, trying futilely to see through the blindfold, but all I got was the same thin sliver of light beneath it and the vague blur of carpet. So I listened instead.

Breathing. Close enough to hear, but impossible to place. Was it Zane? Zeke? Or the silent third person who’d walked into the office to find a sexual tryst happening, and decided to stay? The fact that they still hadn’t spoken unsettled me more than if they had. It meant they were comfortable just standing there and watching. Watching them touch me. Watching me fall apart. Was being a voyeur their thing?

I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about that.

My hips jerked forward anyway, chasing the friction of the hand on my cock. The twin holding me laughed softly. “Slow down, pretty. We’ve got all night.”

“I didn’t agree to all night,” I muttered. It sounded weak even to my own ears, because somewhere along the line I’d surrendered any proper control over this situation. Maybe when I’d let them cuff me. Maybe earlier, when I’d accepted the drink from Omar without questioning if he expected payment.

The realization settled uneasily in my stomach. It had been too convenient. The friendly bartender. The complimentary cocktail. The twins conveniently intercepting me before I could leave.

A setup. A trap.

I didn’t want to think that when Omar was the only one who’d been friendly since my arrival, but it was impossible to ignore the obvious. And it would be extremely naïve to do so. Lesson learned. From now on, I’d trust no one.

Warm lips brushed the shell of my left ear. “We could keep you here forever if we wanted to,” one twin whispered. “Would you like that? I bet we could make you come over and over until you forgot your own name. How many times do you think you can come in one day?”

I let out a shuddering breath. The words should have terrified me, but in my current aroused state, they only added fuel to a fire already burning hot.

Hot breath ghosted over my other ear. “I reckon five. You ever come five times in a day, pretty?”

“No,” I admitted, swallowing hard. “I’d settle for once right now.”

“He’d settle for once,” one twin mocked lightly. “Did you hear that?”

“I did. Poor thing sounded desperate.”

I still couldn’t work out which twin was speaking. They were just one entity made up of rough hands, amused voices, and merciless teasing.

“A boy should say please.”

Oh, we were playing that game, were we? Hidden behind the blindfold, unable to see their expressions or the smug satisfaction they were undoubtedly wearing, I found it easier than I should to play along. “Please.”

“I don’t think he means it.”

“Neither do I.”

“He needs to say it with more emotion.”

My balls ached with the need to come. “Please,” I repeated, and this time the desperation bled through loud and clear—enough to keep them happy.

“That’s more like it.”

A tongue slid into my ear, wet and intrusive, and instead of jerking away this time, I groaned. My reward was the hand on my cock tightening before resuming its stroking. Relief hit me so hard it nearly made my knees buckle.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, like that.”

Another hand drifted down my side, fingers spreading over my hip before cupping my bare arse. It lingered there possessively for a moment before slipping between my cheeks, a thick finger circling my hole with maddening slowness. I widened my stance instinctively, too far gone down the rabbit hole of desire to draw a line in the sand.

The finger disappeared briefly, returning slick and cool. Lube, probably. Though it could have been spit.

When it resumed tracing lazy circles around my hole, a groan of frustration slipped free.