Page 14 of Our Little Dove

I can sense them on my heels, their footsteps echoing off the walls. I give up on unlocking the black door and sprint down the hallway as they continue to give chase—their laughter filling the air. They love this game of cat and mouse, and I can’t help but feel a little thrill as they close in on me.

My heart is threatening to burst from my chest as I try to outrun them, but it isn’t long before Fintan appears around the corner before me and catches me off guard. He grabs me around my waist and pulls me into his arms.

He chuckles as he looks down at me, his grip tightening around me like a vice. “That was much better. You almost got away,” he says. “Too bad we still caught you.”

Kieran appears, trapping me between them both. I can feel their desire pressing against my skin as they stare at me with hungry eyes.

They won’t take no for an answer this time. They have no mercy to offer.

Fintan carries me back to the room and drops me onto my feet once we are inside. I can’t decide whether I feel panicked or aroused by their stares, but I know I’m in over my head.

Kieran moves closer, his hot breath grazing my neck through the mask. His hands trail down my body as Fintan shuts the door behind us. The loud click of the lock echoes in the space, sending my senses into overdrive.

I am trapped between them again, and my mind reels at the conflicting emotions rushing through me. I should be protesting, though I can’t help but succumb to their touch.

This is what I fantasized about but also not…

Kieran’s eyes search mine for signs of resistance, but I can only offer him a blank stare as I try to sort through my thoughts.

I must look like a deer in headlights.

With a satisfied glimmer in his eyes, he takes my hand and leads me further into the room.

I know that it is too late to turn back now.

It’s too late to run.

Saturday, 2:32 AM

Kieran pins me to the bed with such force it makes my heart skip and my breath hitch. He holds my arms above my head as I try to wiggle out of his hold, while Fintan steps closer with the rope from the basement. He binds my wrists and ankles to the bedposts expertly, and I am helpless once again.

They can do anything, and I have no power to stop them.

Tears spill from my eyes as Fintan grabs my throat. The shock causes me to close my eyes and open my mouth—letting out a pitiful scream. He swiftly shoves something between my lips, and I bite down on what feels like rubber.

A ball gag.

The gag in my mouth stifles any chance of me pleading for mercy, and he chuckles as he steps away from me. Judging from his demeanor, I can tell he is wearing a smug expression underneath the white fabric.

“Let’s see how much you can take, little Dove,” Kieran states with wicked intent dripping from every word. His hands roamover my body like a caress of malice, sending shivers through me that are equal parts fear and fucked-up excitement.

Fintan leans close to whisper, “You will remember this night forever, little Dove. If you obey, this memory might just turn out to be a good one.”

Suddenly, Kieran flicks off the overhead lights. I can barely make out their figures while my eyes strain to adjust to the darkness.

A sliver of moonlight filters through the window on the far side of the room, casting sinister shadows across the room as Kieran purrs tantalizingly close by, “Aww… You’re not scared of the dark, are you baby?”

Then Fintan’s voice joins his friend’s in the dark abyss, he appears to pull off his white mask and leans in to whisper something sinister against my ear: “Can’t let you see our faces, can we.”

I turn my head to one side and scream into the gag, though I know my screams will be muffled and utterly useless.

I kick my legs against the restraints and struggle against the bonds that hold me in place, but Kieran laughs as he kneels between my legs. His voice is slightly deeper than Fintan’s. A hand moves down over my body, feeling every curve, every ridge, every hidden place as he whispers erotic words that echo around us.

I hear something metallic clink near the wall beside the bed. Although I can’t see anything, my eyes follow the sound instinctively, widening at the memory of what I saw earlier. It’s the wall decorated with weapons and a plethora of fear-inducing sex toys.

Fuck!

Saturday, 2:46 AM

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