Page 10 of Hold Your Breath

I need it to stop—or turn up. It’s a whole lot of feeling and I don’t know what to do.

“Please,” I say again, hoping he can hear the sincerity in my voice. “I need to come.”

“All in good time, Little Bunny,” he says and presses the button to stop my ass from vibrating, and the egg inside me stops right after.

“Why don’t you open another egg, and I promise you an orgasm after.”

I glance at the man who just spoke, my brain still trying to comprehend there’s more than one of them. His voice has the same robotic tone as theother one, and I nod. I need a release. Honestly, I think I might cry if I don’t come soon.

Pulling out a smaller egg, since the last one contained a butt plug, I pop it open and a piece of paper drops out. I pick it up and read the typed block letters saying, FINGER YOURSELF. One of the masked men reaches his hand out and I pass him the slip of paper.

“On the table, Little Bunny. Spread those legs so we can watch how you get yourself off.”

My cheeks heat. I’ve never let someone watch me like this.

“Don’t be shy. What do you have to lose?”

He’s right. What do I have to lose? I walk over to the table while praying it can hold my weight. Then I slowly lie back, careful not to dislodge the plug, but keep my legs closed, though I can feel the weight of all the three masked men’s gazes.

“Show us how you fuck yourself when no one is watching.”

I take a deep breath. Fuck it, I won’t see these men after tonight. I want to try new things without feeling like I’m doing something wrong. Slowly, I open my legs, pushing away the thought of how Micah and his friends found me, but the memory, under these circumstances, turns me on. I picture them and the way they looked at me as I slide my hand between mylegs and circle my clit, my nub so sensitive my body shudders as I run my fingers down and dip them into my pussy. A moan falls from my lips when I feel the egg inside me, and it vibrates again as I bring my fingers back up to focus on my clit. Using my free hand, I pinch my nipple through the material covering them.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper.

“Come for us, Little Bunny. We want to see what you look like when pleasure washes over you.”

The butt plug vibrates, and between that sensation, the egg, and my hands, it sets off a chain reaction. My toes curl, my back arches, and my entire being explodes.

My body melts into the table, and a smile takes over my face. I laugh deliriously. How is it possible this was the best orgasm I have ever had in my life? I’m blown away that something so earth shattering happened under these circumstances.

“Letting go never felt so good, huh?” one of the masked men says.

My eyes flutter closed at the bliss of utter relaxation.

“There’s no time for sleep, Little Bunny, not until you’re covered in our cum and you can’t stand on your legs.”

Just the thought of these three—three!—maskedmen standing over me, their cum dripping from my skin as I kneel before them, sparks a fire in my gut.

“Yes please,” I whimper.

The tallest of the masked men steps closer when I open my eyes. “Is that what you want? Us to cover you in our cum?”

He grabs my chin and makes me look at him, even though I can’t see his face. “Don’t be shy, Bunny, this is about you. If you’d like it, own it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” the third masked man says. “Use your words.”

“Yes, I want your cum on me. I want to be chased and caught. Be rough with me, and then cum all over me.”

“Fuck,” the tallest swears. “Fuck your eggs.” He grabs the basket and throws it away, and multicolored eggs scatter across the grassed area. “You’re going to get up and run, and remember your safe word because when we catch you, we are going to take what we want.”

Excitement and nerves tumble deep inside my gut, swirling around, making me almost nauseous.

“Ticktock, Bunny. If you want a head start, you better start running.”

Rolling onto my side, I wiggle my wayoff the table, but when I stand to my full height, something drags my hair back, and I fall against a hard body.

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