Page 13 of Our Little Dove

We end up in a room resembling a psychopath’s red room. A large bed dominates the center of the room, and various sex toys, weapons, and restraints litter the walls and furniture.

Oh my God.

Saturday, 2:05 AM

“Now, little Dove,” Fintan says, “Let’s see if you can handle what we have in store for you.” He puts her down and steps closer to her trembling form.

Fuck, she looks good enough to eat.

She steps back, trying to put distance between them but collides with my chest as I step through the door. I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her in place. Trapped. Helpless. “Nowhere to run now, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and she shudders as I inhale her sweet scent.

She tries to pull away, but that’s not happening. I tighten my grip on her, pressing my already hard cock against her round ass. Fintan moves to stand before us, forcing my attention on him as he winks before dropping his gaze from mine to hers. His fingers trail down her cheek and my dick twitches involuntarily at the gentle action while only depravity gleams in his eyes.

I’m more conflicted than ever. I can’t fucking believe he kissed me outside. Is he determined to make this shit harder for me? No, keep your head in the game! This is not the time.

I glance up at the camera on the other side of the room and smile beneath my mask at the small red light flashing as it records. “You’re fucking beautiful when you’re scared,” he murmurs, his voice laced with dark desire.

Fuck, that caught my attention. No! He’s talking to Alex. Don’t. Snap out of it.

“I can’t wait to see what you look like when you’re begging and screaming for mercy.” I swallow hard, his words ringing in my ears and my mind racing. Alex shudders again, her fear only adding to the tension in the air around us.

Every time she trembles from his sadistic words; she rubs her ass against me. At this point I don’t fucking know what is making me hard, her ass pressed against my crotch or Fintan’s words.

Maybe he’s right. I should just relax and let the situation dictate what happens. There’s no point using logic while the cameras are rolling. We better get a fat fucking check for this. I’ll deal with the consequences after we have our money.

Saturday, 2:15 AM

Kieran’s mask-covered lips brush against her neck, and I canpicture his smirk beneath the fabric. “We’ll make you submit,” he says, his hands roaming over her body. “Just remember, you’re playing by our rules now, and you will do as you’re told.” She bites her trembling plump lower lip, and I get hard just watching her mouth.

“We fuckinglovethe hunt, and you got caughtsoeasily… Perhaps another chance for the scared little Dove?” I coo, savoring the look in her wild eyes. With a frantic nod, she signals her agreement, and I step back, gesturing for her to run for it.

Kieran releases her and she takes off like a bat out of hell. We set off after her, taking different routes to ensure she thinks she’ll escape, and I’m surprised she didn’t look back once. “Poor little Dove”, I chuckle to myself, taking wide, purposeful steps to catch our prey.

We locked all the doors in the building and left a few keys around but none of them open anything.

God, I love our sick minds.

Just as I turn a corner, Kieran slams into me from the other side. Panting heavily as we stare at each other in this dark hall, he speaks; his deep voice muffled by the mask between heavy breaths before he yanks off the black fabric, revealing his face.

“Don’t read into this,” he growls as he pushes me without warning and my back connects with the wall behind me. “Kai, wha—” Before I can continue, he pulls my mask off and slams his mouth against mine.

His kiss is desperate, fueled by an unspoken longing that hangs heavy in the air between us. I melt into the sensation, allowing myself to be consumed by the raw emotions coursing through us in this moment.

With every stolen breath, I feel him unraveling, his heart pounding against my chest like a caged bird yearning for freedom.

As abruptly as it started, Kieran pulls away, leaving me gasping for air. Our eyes lock in a silent exchange, uncertainty etched across his features. A myriad of unspoken words hangs suspended between us, a delicate web of desires and secret confessions.

Kieran’s voice cracks with emotion as he speaks; his words are a fragile whisper that reverberates through the empty corridor. “I-I’m um, I needed to do that on my terms,” he stammers, clearing his throat. “Cameras are still rolling, let’s go get her.” With that, the vulnerability in his eyes evaporates, replaced by determination as he turns and disappears into the darkness.

Hmm, I fucking love this turn of events. This is going to be fun.

Saturday, 2:19 AM

I keep running, searching for any sign of escape. Turning a corner, I spot a black door with a key in the lock. I bolt towards it, my fingers closing around the key just as I hear them closing in again.

I fumble with the key, my hands shaking from fear and adrenaline.

Oh shit. No, no, no! The fucking key is stuck! Fuuuck! I need to get away before they catch me! God, my fight or flight instincts are feeling crossed. Do I want to escape, or am I hoping theycatch me, just to see what’ll happen? What will they do to me? What the fuck is wrong with me?!

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