The Dark Forest: A Collection Of Erotic Fairytales(104)
Goldi looked up at the manacles that stretched her arms to the hook in the ceiling, and then down to the spreader bar at her feet. The chains, hooks and latches clanked as she tested the inescapability of her bonds. “I take it this means we’ve decided not to involve the police?”
“When someone wrongs us, we enjoy handling the matter ourselves,” the middle-sized male replied.
“It’s a violating thing to be robbed,” the largest added, his deep voice rumbling a little as he approached her. “It must not be a feeling you’ve ever experienced, or I can’t imagine you’d make a career out of inflicting it on others. Perhaps what you need is a little familiarity with violation.”
“Oh, please,” she sniffed. He had a singularly penetrating stare. Goldi didn’t rattle easily, but it shook her a little—the grimness of those dark, unblinking eyes. She rolled hers, hoping to cover her unease. She would have looked away entirely, except that he caught a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked, forcing her gaze back to his. “Ow,” she said, striving for bored. “Look, let’s skip the bullshit, okay? First of all, if you want me to say I’m sorry for breaking into your house, then fine. I’m sorry I broke into your house. If you want me to say I’m sorry for making you feel bad, then sure. I’m sorry for that too. If you want me to say I’ll never do it again, just please, please, please let me go. I’ll even say that, but the fact is, I can make a helluva lot more money doing this than I can doing… well, anything else. So… yeah, I won’t be making any career path changes here today. And lastly, if you were going to ‘violate’ me, you wouldn’t have left me fully dressed, nor would you all have put your pants on. So, cut the crap, cut me down, and if you want to be really sporting about it, give me the ledger on my way out the door.”
The shifters looked at one another.
“Seriously,” the largest asked her. “That’s how you think this is going to go?”
Deliberately, she dropped her gaze and looked directly at his beige trouser-covered junk. Even covered, it was still sizeable. Still impressive. In fact, all of them were. Or maybe it only seemed so because, having already seen each in his utmost state of undress, it was now impossible not to remember how they all had looked. The size. The girth. The heavy hang and sway as they had stalked her across the cellar. The rise of gathering interest as each had drawn near. It was that particular tickle of memory that convinced Goldi, despite the chains and terrifying dungeon décor, she really didn’t have anything to be afraid of. She was pretty; they were horny. All she had to do was twist that to her advantage and she might still get out of this without anything worse than a couple awkward-to-explain love-bites.
And were-bears could be bitey. Everybody knew that.
A ribbon of liquid heat curled low in her belly. Just as deliberately, she let her gaze rake the larger male before finding and holding his dark stare. An echo of that unfurling warmth trickled down between her legs, becoming a phantom tongue-like lick that traveled the length of her pussy lips and brought that same flood of heat rising all the way back up to her face. Fighting hard to keep from blushing, she smacked the air with a sassy kiss and a smirk. “You can drop the pretense and let me go now.”
The were-bears exchanged half-amused, half-incredulous looks.
“We can drop the pretense,” the middle told his larger brother.
“And let her go,” the larger echoed back, arching a ‘get this chick’ eyebrow.
“Please, oh please, let me go first,” the smaller begged with a laugh. “I so want to break her ass in.”
“I’m being serious here,” Goldi said, losing some of her smirk. “You don’t have to keep me tied like this. And by ‘let me go’, I didn’t mean I’d leave right away. I mean, of course it was wrong of me to try to take your book, but it was just a book. Yes, you deserve a little something for your troubles.” She shrugged, feigning disinterest. “I’m happy to do whatever you want, for whoever goes first, second, or even third. I’m just saying you don’t need to tie me up while you do it.”
The middle turned back to the larger, thumbing at her. “We don’t have to tie her up while we do it.”
She frowned. “Stop making fun of me. I promise I’m not going to struggle or try to escape before you’re done.”
“Sweetheart.” Leaning in close to her, the shorter male grinned while she yanked at her wrist cuffs. “We tied you up because we like that sort of thing. You’re not going to struggle or run away, because there’s three of us and we’re not going to let you.”
“We put our pants back on because the furnace is forty years old,” the middle one added. “It’s going to take a little time for it to warm up down here, and shrinkage is not a were-bear’s best friend.”
“We left your clothes on,” the largest and grimmest of the shifters stated, folding thick arms across his burly chest, “because it’s more fun to rip them off if you’re awake.”
“Sorry, sweetheart,” the smallest male said without apology. Venturing to a long table tucked up against the cellar wall, he selected a comb-sized object from amongst an assortment of hooks, probes, an electric wand with many interchangeable glass heads, and enough fake phalluses to satisfy even her old sorority house. At any other time, she’d have laughingly suggested half those dildos might have been compensating for something, except she’d already seen them naked. The smallest male held up the object for her to see, but it wasn’t until he clicked the switchblade and the knife snapped out to catch the light that she recognized it for what it was. “We’re not going to let you go anywhere. Not for a good long while.”