Page 25 of Hold Your Breath

“Little bunnies shouldn’t be out in the dark by themselves.”

Pausing mid-step, I spin around to look for mymasked men. I need to tell them now isn’t a good time. While I enjoyed myself, now Micah, Jace, and Zac are here, so we need to stop. I don’t think they would be thrilled with strangers at the mansion.

Only one yellow glow mask turns on and illuminates the dark. He wears a set of floppy ears, and I can’t hold back my smirk. “We can’t do this anymore. There are guests at the house.”

“Oh, Little Bunny, we know. Tell me,” he says, stepping closer. “Does the thought of being caught turn you on? Does it make that pussy wet knowing your friends might see you being fucked?”

I honestly hadn’t thought about it, but now I imagine Jace watching, the same way he looked at me when he took my blindfold off, or Micah after the kitchen incident, seeing I’m not so innocent.

I nod because I’m almost instantly dripping.

“Let’s play a game, Bunny. If you can make it back inside the house before I catch you, then I will let you go to bed. But if I catch you, I’ll fuck you where I find you.”

My heart rapidly thumps inside my chest. I know I can’t outrun him, and do I really want to run toward the house where the guys are? The new version of me screams yes. I need to live a little.

The masked man takes another step. “Ticktock, are you going to run, Bunny?”

I nod and race back toward the house. Admittedly,runis a very strong word for what I am doing; it’s more like a solid power walk. I cut across the gardens, though I know I shouldn’t because new grass is being laid. I can sense the masked man behind me, and the more I run, the more I think he is letting me get closer. He wants to fuck me where anyone could catch us.

Just as I find the beautiful archways that lead to the house and stop to take a quick breath, the masked man appears out of nowhere and wraps his arms around me from behind.

“Bunny, I don’t think this is close enough for an audience.”

He spins me around, bends, and throws me over his shoulder. I twist my hands into his shirt, holding on for dear life, afraid I’m going to be dropped on my head. But then maybe it will help me wake up from this bizarre dream.

He takes us to the side of the house, and I gasp as he puts me down. My hands wrap around the nearby railing to steady myself, and I see exactly where we are now standing. Micah’s room is on this side of the mansion, and the glow from a lamp in his room illuminates the space. His floor-to-ceiling windows are my favorite, not that he knows I have been in his room—but only to stand in front of his windows and admire the view.

“Now, Bunny, I’m going to fuck you right here. Let’s see if you can be quiet, or if your friends will see you.”

I never imagined I would be okay with public sex. While this isn’t exactly public, it’s as close as I will ever get.

“Let me see how wet you are for me.” He slides a hand down the back of my pants and squeezes my ass. “Do you know how perfect you are?”

I love the praise, but I’m already lost to his touch. The way his hand runs over the globe of my ass, how the tip of his finger runs through my wetness first, finding where he wants to go. The way he adds a second finger and spreads my pussy lips apart before sliding his fingers into me. I moan, and he twists his free hand into my hair and pulls my head back.

“If you’re too loud and they come outside, they will watch me fuck you. Do you think you can be quiet?”

I nod my head and bite down on my lip as he pumps his fingers faster.

“I’m going to fuck you thoroughly, so brace yourself.” He releases my hair before hooking his fingers into the sides of my pants, pulling them and my underwear down over my ass. “Fuck, I want to eat this ass.”

I suck my ass cheeks in, unsure how I feel about anyone eating my ass, but that thought is soon forgotten as he steps closer and presses the tip of hiscock against my pussy. I’m so wet, if I pushed backward, he would slip right inside me.

Holding the railing, I go to do exactly that when he wraps his hand in my hair again and pulls my head up. “Look, maybe your friends like an audience.”

I gasp as I focus on Micah’s window, the sheer curtains hiding nothing. Micah and Jace kiss, and I feel like I’m intruding on a private moment, so I close my eyes.

“Open your eyes. Watch them.”

I don’t know why, but I open them, and now Jace is pressed against the window just as my masked man thrusts deep inside me. I watch as Micah wraps one hand around Jace’s neck from behind, and the other around his cock. My knees go weak as I imagine myself on my knees in front of Jace, and tears build in my eyes when I realize it won’t ever happen.

“I won’t let you come until they do. I want you to watch and see how much of a turn-on it is to be the voyeur.”

“Oh fuck,” I whisper.

His thrusts are slow and measured. He knows what he is doing and draws this out.

I’m mesmerized by Micah and Jace. The way Jace’s hands are braced against the window, how Micah takes hold of his hips, runs his cock along Jace’s ass, and the moment where Micah enters Jace. It’s likeI can feel it everywhere, the pleasure, the power. I want it all.

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