“Sometimes the proof is in the pudding, wouldn’t you agree, Cam?”
Huh? What does that even mean?
“I would agree…” The guy named Cam smiles, but it’s not a cheery smile. No, this one is cruel and promises dark things. Things I know I’m not going to be ready for.
“Which means we need to see how well you can follow directions. We need to make sure you’ll listen to us when we tell you to do something,” the blond one says this time, and my gaze ping pongs between the two of them.
“It’s time for your first test, Stella.” Cam pulls at the edge of the towel, and because I’m so caught up in the back and forth, my grip has slackened. In an instant, the towel is pulled away, and I’m left completely exposed to these two immoral men. Letting out a squeak, I use my hands to cover my breasts and vagina, but there’s no point. They’ve already seen me.
Both men’s pupils dilate, and their nostrils flare as if they’ve just taken a whiff of a porterhouse steak being brought to them. I take a hesitant step back, considering the option of running, but with Grams here, there isn’t anywhere for me to go. Where could I go with her in the next room, and myself completely naked?
Nowhere, that’s where, and they know it. Like a wounded and trapped animal, my eyes dart around the room.
“Don’t even think about running or screaming. Grams is in the other room, and believe me when I tell you, you don’t want to wake her. You don’t want her to see what we have planned for you.” My bottom lip starts to quiver, fear encasing my body in a block of ice.
“Come on now, be a good girl and sit down on my lap,” Cam uses a soft voice that sounds like it’s been dipped in honey. Sexy and drawn out. Any other woman might be hypnotized by that sound, but it brings me nothing but pure terror.
Gathering all my courage, I force my limbs to move. Turning around, I lower myself onto his lap. His hands find my hips, and he pulls me back, steadying me until my bare ass makes contact with his jean-clad thighs. Immediately, I feel his hard length pressed up against my backside. I try and block out the terror I’m feeling. I’ll do anything they want so long as they don’t hurt Grams.
My back is straight and stiff as a board, while my face is turned away from them. Somehow not seeing them is even worse. Not knowing what they are going to do next has me on a cliff’s edge and scared out of my mind. I can’t tell you how fast my heart is beating, just that it’s trying to escape my chest. I can’t breathe or think.
A warm hand gently touches between my shoulder blades, and I damn near jump off Cam’s lap at the touch. All he does is run it down my spine, caressing my skin softly. It should be a calming touch, but he might as well be dragging a knife across the flesh. Dread and worry consume me, leaving me exhausted and cold. I fold my arms across my chest, trying to get warm.
“What do you think, Easton, can we get her to relax a little?” Cam speaks to his friend. At least they finally revealed their names to me. It’s only a tidbit of information, but it makes them seem a little more human now that I know their names.
“Yeah, I think I know something that might loosen her up,” he chuckles. “Lean back, sweetheart. Let us take care of you.”
Take care of me?
Before I can think too much on it, Cam tugs me back at my shoulders, until my back is flat against his chest. I want to recoil, be disgusted by him, but my freezing skin appreciates the warmth he is offering, and without thought, I cuddle deeper into his chest, my arms fall to my side.
He doesn’t seem to mind, his hands snaking around my body to cup my breasts. He gives them a light squeeze, sending small jolts of pleasure straight to my core. Taking my nipples between his fingers, he rolls the hardening buds lightly.
I’ve never been with a man before, let alone two, and while fear is rooted deep inside of me, there is a curious warmth blooming in my center. It’s confusing because I know deep down, I shouldn’t want this, but somehow, I do.
“Have you ever been touched like this before?” Easton questions gingerly.
“No,” I answer, hoarsely. His eyes light with either excitement or fascination, which I don’t know. It was probably stupid of me to answer that question, but I’m too afraid to lie and too smart to provoke them.
“Perfect.” Easton reaches for me, his fingers gently slide up my leg. His touch is warm, but it paralyzes me with fear. When he reaches my knees, I consider locking my legs together. But there are two of them and one of me. It won’t take but a second for them to overpower me. I’m helpless, completely at their mercy.