Filthy Secret

TEASED

Time passed. Long protracted minutes stretched into hours, or maybe it hadn’t been so long? I had no way of checking. He’d fettered me again, binding my hands behind me and my ankles to the head of the

bed. Then, he left me.

Swaggering in and out, Dylan came and went as he chose, leaving me bound and vulnerable. I had no way of knowing if the door was locked, if I was safe-but then safety was a relative concept. There was nowhere safe for a woman like me.

I supposed I had reason to be grateful. I could still be locked in the cages beyond his walls, be at the fate of the other men. Dylan had spared me that, but he’d made his feelings abundantly clear-I was here to screw and impregnate-any sentiment was attached only to the possibility I might conceive a child. My brow creased as I struggled to comprehend what made a man like him behave this way. He seemed reasonable in so many ways, likable even, but he was prepared to do this-to cage and force us.

My internal monologue was obliterated as the door opened again, and heart pounding, I turned my head to see him in the doorway. My body tensed as I noticed another man beside him, his ugly leer growing as he took in the sight of me.

“So, this is the one you’ve chosen?” He moved closer, and a strangled mewl escaped my throat as he squeezed my exposed backside.

“Yeah.” Dylan folded his arms over his chest, meeting my eyes.

I wanted to tell him to protect me, not to let this other brute touch me, but there was no point. He had no allegiance to me. My pleas would go unheard, and the oversized ball strapped between my teeth made any such entreaty impossible, anyway.

“Nice.”

I yelped as the stranger slapped my ass.

“How much longer ’til you know? If you don’t get a hit, I might give it a go.”

My eyes widened as he discussed me as if I was a piece of meat-a thing to be used and discarded. Oh God, I had to get out of here. Whatever happened, this couldn’t be my fate!

Dylan checked his watch. “Not long. I’ll shout if her cunt’s available.” I buried my face in the cover, unable to process the sickening reality.

“Until then, sod off.” Dylan snorted. “She’s mine until you hear otherwise.”

“Fine.” The swine smacked my behind again, laughing as he slapped each cheek. “I’ll choose one of the others. We might as well screw them all while they’re here, and you never know, one of us might get lucky and pick up that bonus.”

My focus slid to the door, watching as the moron disappeared, but his words ricocheted in my head. Bonus? They were getting a bonus? Disgust gripped me as it suddenly all fell into place. That was the reason they were so keen to knock us up so fast. It wasn’t only the sex they were after, but the cash incentive. My hands balled into fists as that idea resonated. The state was paying these men to round us up and fuck us, and if they impregnated us, they got a cash prize? Anxiety tore at my belly. Oh Christ, it was worse than I thought!

Slamming the door closed with his foot, Dylan strode inside, his hands rising to his hips.

“It’s nearly time.” His lips curled. “You get to piss on a stick, and we see if I win.”

Trepidation clutched at my heart until pain radiated from my chest. This was my lot-what my life had boiled down to.

Hands falling to his side, he closed the distance to the edge of the bed, lowering to his haunches. “How are you doing?”

What the hell did he expect me to say to that? I couldn’t even speak if I wanted to.

“You girls could become pretty important to us.” His eyebrow cocked as one hand slipped from my shoulder to my bare ass. “Especially if we can get you pregnant now. We’re on a two-grand bonus for every conception we deliver before you reach the factories.” His fingers glided between my cheeks, grazing my pussy lips, and God help me, but I was still wet. One digit slipped inside me as he continued.

“If it doesn’t work this time, I’ll do you again.” His finger curled, eliciting a groan from my lips. I loathed the power he had over me, despised everything he represented, but after so long bound and ignored, I couldn’t deny the thrum of need his attention inspired.

“I like you, Eloise.”

I squeezed my eyes closed at the twisted compliment, concentrating on fighting my accelerated breaths. Heat was building at my core again, and as a second finger swept around to budge my clit, I couldn’t resist my guttural whimper.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

“Yeah.”

Tension mounted at his arrogant tone.

“You like me too, huh?” His fingers slid from me, and in one fell swoop, he rolled me onto my back.

Panting around the gag, my hands were now trapped beneath me. The ropes at my ankles crossed as my body turned, but he dragged me further toward his pillow, tightening the rope at my neck and compelling my knees to splay.

“That’s better.” He climbed onto the bed at my side, gazing down at me hungrily and one hand skimmed over my nipples, tugging both until they stood to attention. “Much better.”

My back arched at the stimulation, my brain struggling to rationalize how I could relish the stimulation after the way I’d been treated, but by the time his palm grazed my clit, I was forced to admit I was aroused. Dylan grinned, easing two fingers into me, and pumping them in and out of my sex as his wrist skimmed my clit. I moaned, wanting more despite myself. I was in the most torrid predicament, doomed to mate with whoever shot the winning goal first, so why not revel in some pleasure? I merited that much, didn’t I?

“Oh, yeah.” He chuckled darkly as his face lowered, and grasping my right teat between his lips, he sucked hard.

“Uuck!” I screeched around the gag, but all the while, my hips bucked, grinding against the stimulation he offered, frantic for more.

“Come on, you.” He shot me a smile before his free hand pinched my left nipple, crushing it between his thumb and finger. A surge of pain spiked, blooming into hedonism as my thighs parted to receive his fingers.

“Come apart for me.”

His mouth returned to my breast as he helped himself, his digits teasing, playing my body like an instrument. I was completely ensnared in his ropes, at the mercy of his will, but I was so close-so close to detonation-maybe the last pleasure I would ever be allowed?

“Ooo!”

Fireworks erupted in my mind as he pushed me over the brink, my body releasing with every ounce of energy I had left. By the time he slipped from my sex, I was weak as well as helpless. I watched as he freed his cock. Dylan sported the type of smug expression I hated, easing my juices over his erect shaft before climbing between my thighs.

There was no commentary as he drove inside me. No thought to the ropes cutting off my blood supply at my wrists or whether or not I wanted him. Those things didn’t matter. They’d never mattered to him. That’s why he didn’t ask, didn’t even remove the atrocious gag silencing me. I was only a cunt to fill, a uterus to permeate.

I was no one.

Nothing.

Shuddering, he deposited his load before drawing away and climbing from the bed. Before he collapsed back into his chair, he rolled me unceremoniously back onto my belly, slapping my ass with a gleeful chuckle.