Page 9 of Hold Your Breath

“Why don’t we stop and open one of the eggs?” I urge her.

She picks out the largest, and I smile, because I know what’s in that one.

She opens it and pulls out the fluffy butt plug and a little package of lube.

“You know what to do.”

She looks around. This will be a test to see if she is serious.

“I can’t do this,” she says just loud enough that we can hear.

“You can. But if it’s too much, use your safe word. Then you can go back to your life like nothing even happened. It’s completely up to you. Do you want to have fun, Bunny?”

“Yes, I want to have fun,” she says in frustration, putting the lube packet between her teeth and ripping it open.

We all wait with bated breath to see what she does next, watching as she lubes up the butt plug—which I made sure was beginner’s size, since I don’t know how much she has ventured into anal. Once she’s pushed it inside, she looks around and waits. Zac whacks me in the stomach.

“What a good Little Bunny. Now turn around and bend over for us.”

She takes a deep breath and does as I ask. Holy fuck, that plug was an amazing idea.

“Now it’s time to run,” I say into the app, and her eyes widen as I flick on my mask.

I should have let her collect more eggs,but my cock is as hard as steel. I need to bury myself in that pussy, fast.

As I take a step forward, she doesn’t move.

I don’t wait for the others. They can either watch or turn their masks on. I don’t care either way.

I stride toward her, and something clicks. She takes off running into the maze, which Micah said is the perfect place because there are multiple entry points. It wasn’t built to keep people in, it’s where they hold high tea, whatever the hell that is.

She disappears out of sight, and I pocket my phone.

“Here, Little Bunny, don’t you want to have some fun?”

A second remote is in my pocket, and I slide my hand in and turn the butt plug on.

“Holy shit,” I hear her whisper.

I move toward the sound, and she squeaks as I come into view, then turns to run again. She reaches a two-way split, but Zac’s mask turns on. I know it’s him by the shape of his body. Willow gasps and takes the left path; we are herding her toward the center, which Micah says contains a covered area with flowers and a table. He has turned on the lights and it’s apparently magical at night.

We chase her into the large open area, and she pauses, causing us to stop, blocking the only exit. Micah wasn’t wrong. It looks so otherworldly, even Ican appreciate it, but what will look even better is Willow spread out on the table while we feast upon her.

I pull the remote from my pocket and elbow Micah as he comes to stand beside me. He pulls his remote out and we both turn them on at the same time, causing poor Willow to drop to her knees.

“Oh god,” she pants and arches her back. “Please.”

We all move forward—so much for Micah not being sure—and I take the lead. “Please, what?”

She looks up and gasps, eyes darting wildly between the three of us. “Please, it’s too much, but not enough.”

Hearing her beg has unlocked something in me, something I didn’t know I liked. “Beg me.”

She blinks up at me, and I wait to hear those beautiful words.

Chapter Six

Willow

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