Page 13 of Hold Your Breath

While it fills up, I stare at myself in the mirror and grimace. I look like a hot mess. There are bright-green stains all over the bunny suit, but I still plan to keep it. My hair is also a mess, and I look like a racoon. I need to invest in some quality mascara.

Once I’ve had a good soak in the bath and my muscles are relaxed, I force myself out before I get wrinkly. I have zero plans today besides maybe going for a walk around the grounds and reading a good book. It’s been a while since I picked one up, as my latest obsession has been the View4U app. Though after last night, I think I can live out my fantasies in my head.

My phone buzzes as I leave the bathroom and hunt for some fresh clothes. I find it on the bedside table, but when I swipe the screen, I don’t recognize the number.

***Picture Message***

I gasp at seeing the image from last night. It’s a photo of me from behind, and for the first time, I’m not disgusted by what I see. Normally I would focus on all the things I don’t like about myself, but now all I can hear are the robotic voices in my head.

“You should see how fucking perfect you look frombehind, Bunny. That ass, so juicy and asking for me to make it red, and your pussy makes me want to bury my face in there and never come up for air.”

A vibration from my phone pulls me out of the memory and I see another message from the unknown number.

Since there are three of us and only one of you, we think it’s fair we come back to see our Bunny again. Do you want to be our good girl?

I can’t type yes fast enough, but then self-doubt creeps in, and I wonder if I’ve come across too needy.

Another image comes through, and it’s a picture of a guest room. I know which one because of the pastel-pink walls.

Ten minutes. Blindfold on.

Ten minutes isn’t nearly enough time for me to get ready or overthink things. Last night I almost didn’t go outside. After getting dressed, I felt unsure about how I looked in the outfit, and the fact that it was crotchless had me in my head. However, I must have done something right if they came back. I have no sexy lingerie; I don’t even own any. What’s the point when I’m not comfortableenough to wear it for me, let alone anyone else?

Just go lie on the bed naked, Willow. They wouldn’t have messaged if they hated what they saw. It’s all in your head.

Internal monologue Willow is right. Screw it.

I leave my room and walk down the hall, crossing over to where the other guest rooms are located. Once I find the right room, I twist the handle and take a deep breath. This is it, where I grow a set of balls and be brave.

Stepping inside, I close the door and remove my towel, throwing it over the back of an antique chair. Nerves swirl in my gut, and the blindfold is a momentary sticking point, but it’s not like I’m tying myself to a chair again.

Maneuvering myself onto the bed, I pick up the blindfold and secure it in place. I need to do this for myself—I’m sick of being afraid. This is who I am, and I need to accept it. So what if I have thick thighs, my stomach wobbles a little, or there’s some cellulite and stretch marks on my ass? I’m not the only woman in the world with these issues and hang-ups.

My pep talk doesn’t calm my nerves, and my hands shake as I spread my legs and wait. With my eyes covered, I easily hear the twist of the handle.

“Hello, Bunny. It seems like you wanted to surprise us, and what a wonderful surprise it is.”

My chest rises and falls faster. “Don’t be scared, Bunny. We won’t hurt you.” Someone takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.

“I-I’m not scared. I’m insecure about my body.” It makes me feel like an idiot saying it out loud.

“I think we need to show our Little Bunny how much we love her body. Now promise us no matter what, you will keep your blindfold on.”

“I promise,” I whisper.

The bed dips beside me as one of the men lies down beside me.

“I’m going to help you sit on his face.”

I gasp. “But I can’t.”

“Do you want to see what happens to naughty little bunnies when they don’t do as they’re told?”

I know I have my safe word. I can use it at any moment and this will all go away, but could I really sit on his face? “He won’t be able to breathe.”

I swear I hear him chuckle. “Bunny, death by pussy would be the best way to go. Trust me, he will be able to breathe just fine.”

I take a deep breath, remembering I want to try new things, so I need to at least attempt it. Besides, there are three of them—no way would they let him die beneath me.

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