Page 10 of The Perfect Escape

For Greg.

To save my damsel of a husband, right?

Because I was a good, devoted wife. Aloving,devoted wife who’d dowhateverI had to in order to get him back.

With a low grunt, Ashton gave one final thrust, holding my head in place as hot cum shot into my mouth. The salty tasteof him unlocked a deeper thirst for more, my hips moving with abandon as I attempted to chase my own orgasm.

But Hawk wasn’t going to let me have it.

The moment Ashton pulled back, Hawk removed his hand from my wet pussy. I gasped, licking my lips as I sank onto my heels, practically dripping.

Humiliation washed over me. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that.

Another click. The three of us looked up as the second door in the room popped open, revealing a second passageway.

“First task completed,” Hawk said, his voice thick with lust.

I turned, looking back at him. Down at his own cock. A wet spot bloomed over the denim.

Oh my god.“Did you come in your pants?” I asked in shock.

He licked his lips. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ve always got plenty more if you want it…orif the game master demands it.”

My cheeks burned.

“Let’s go,” Ash said, holding out his hand.

I took it and he pulled me to stand. I swayed on my feet, but then Hawk was there, his body a hard wall for me to lean against. And now, I was sandwiched between them, my head falling back as I looked up at the two men.

“How are you doing?” Hawk whispered.

“Good,” I said. “I’m good.”

They both nodded. “Good,” Ash said. “Let’s see what’s in the next room.”

I could still taste his cum on my tongue as we left the beach themed room behind. The lights in the hallway were dark blue, the sound of water trickling through the dimly-lit space. As the three of us crowded in, the door behind us shut and locked by itself.

“Well,” Ash said. “There’s no going back now.”

I hummed in agreement as he took the lead. I turned my head, looking at the rough-hewn stone walls, blue lights dancing as if we were underwater. A metal diving suit sat in the corner, faux seaweed clinging to it as we rounded a corner and came to a new room.

“Oh.” My jaw nearly hit the floor.

This room had a spanking bench, a St. Andrew’s Cross, and a treasure chest at the foot of a massive shell-shaped bed. Silk sheets stretched over the round mattress, and countless pillows were piled against the headboard.

Ashton, Hawk, and I went still as another screen mounted on the wall flashed on. The timer was still counting down, promising an end to this situation—but whether or not that ending would be happy was clearly up to us.

The game master’s voice didn’t come over the speakers this time. Instead, we were met with the peaceful sounds of the ocean and the horrible timer clicking.

“What do we do?” I whispered.

“We have to figure it out, I think,” Ash said. “It’s an escape room. So we have to figure out what tasks we need to complete in order to get through to the next place.”

A heavy silence hung between the three of us. My eyes drifted to the cross, and then the bench.

“Is that….” I trailed off, unable to finish my question.

“That’s a spanking bench,” Hawk said.

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