Page 5 of Temptation
My loins stir as I observe her. She’s frozen to the spot, staring at the action in the cage. Even in the darkness, I notice the pink blush that flames her cheeks.
She’s got one hand on the door handle and a leg halfway in the door. Her tight jeans are soaked through and cling to her thick thighs. A red sweater hugs her chest, the wet wool accentuating two perfect mounds.
A pale hand goes to her mouth, shocked at what she’s witnessing.
Who is she? This innocent woman who stumbled into my lair.
I’ve kept this place secret because I don’t want the entitled kids who flock to the ski resort to come here. This place isn’t for tourists. It’s for the needy, the depraved, the wicked. Those who seek solace in the flesh or in watching it, like I do.
It’s not for an innocent girl like the one peeping into the room.
The woman on the bed moans and pops the dick out of her mouth. They change positions again, and this time she sits on one of the men’s cocks while the other dips his head between her thighs.
The girl gaps at the trio, and she can’t look away. She’s intrigued. She can’t stop watching the show, and I wonder if she’s enjoying it. If her nipples are hardening under her clothes, if her pussy is gushing wet. If she’ll go home after this and touch herself thinking about what she saw here.
The thought has my dick twitching. It’s the first time I’ve felt aroused in as long as I can remember, and I wonder what it is about the girl that has me hard.
Her eyes move away from the trio in the cage and scan the room. My chair is in the shadows, but I feel the moment her eyes land on me.
She gasps and takes a startled step backward.
Her blazing blue eyes meet mine and we stare at each other, her frightened and me intrigued. She looks like a deer in the woods who’s come across the big bad wolf.
My cock hardens at her innocent gaze as I imagine her in the cage, touching herself. The image makes my cock jerk in eagerness.
It’s been a long time since I was aroused, but this girl stirs a longing deep inside of me.
Whoever she is, wherever she came from, she’s not leaving until she’s mine.
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GRETA
My heart beats so loudly it competes with the music. As if it wasn’t strange enough finding three naked peoplein a cage, there’s a fully clothed man in the corner staring straight at me.
What was more confusing than the scene in front of me is my body’s reaction to it. Watching the woman being pleasured caused a sensation deep within me, a stirring in my core. For the first time since I ran from the lake, I felt heated, too hot, wanting to tug my sweater off and do…what? I don’t know.
And now the man’s intense gaze is on me, making me squirm.
He’s in the shadows, so all I see is a chiseled jaw coated in rough stubble, but I know he’s looking at me. His intense gaze cuts like a knife.
I stare at him for several heartbeats, not sure if I should run toward him or away from him.
I don’t know what this place is. Does he hold people in a cage and make them perform sex acts for him? And why does that thought make my insides clench in a delicious way?
I shake the thought out of my head. This is some kind of sex den I’ve stumbled across, and all my instincts are telling me to run. No matter how much I need shelter, I’m better off following the driveway to the road and the road back to the lodge.
Yet…I hesitate.
The sounds from the trio in the cage as they enjoy themselves makes my core ache, and with the feel of the soft walls under my fingertips, my senses are awakened. I don’t know what this place is, but there’s a part of me that’scurious.
I’ve been trying to get out of Hans’s overprotective grip for years. Because of him I’ve never had a man touch me, let alone make me moan the way the woman in the cage is moaning.
What am I thinking? I need to leave.
With my heart hammering in my ears, I dart out the door and back along the corridor I came from.
My shoes squelch on the carpet, and I’m probably ruining it by dripping rainwater everywhere. But I need to get out of here.
