Caged (Savage Men 1)

That’s when I realize … They’re tied to something.

And I’m lying on it.

I try to open my eyes, but everything’s still blurry.

That’s when I hear his voice.

“Relax, Ella. You’ll need to learn how to use that body of yours.”

I look around me, and despite not seeing much, I clearly recognize the room. We’re in the bedroom, but the bed is gone, pushed into the wall behind it. I’m there, on the spot it’s supposed to be, but I’m strapped to a contraption.

I jerk the shackles around my wrists, but they’re tight and bolted into the wood below me. Even my feet are shackled, and there’s nothing I can do but wait. As my vision slowly returns to me, I realize I’m on a device … a sawhorse.

Chapter Seventeen

Accompanying Song: “C @ nnib @ l” by Xoe Wise

Ella

I swallow away the lump in my throat as I feel the soft padding underneath my belly and the coarse wood pinching my legs. What is he planning to do with me?

“You’ve been bad, Ella,” he says, whipping his fingers at me. “I’m guessing you found it difficult to let him in, so I made it a little easier for you.”

Panic washes over me as I realize the use for this type of thing.

Especially when his hand slides across my body and down my dress, pulling it up toward my back to expose everything.

I want to scream, but when my lips part, the sound is nothing but a vapid sigh.

He chuckles. “Patience, Ella. He’ll come soon. Literally and figuratively.”

He chuckles again at his own horrible joke. “But first, we need to prepare you. I’ve placed a nifty device under your pussy that will make sure you’re ready for him when he comes.”

I shake my head, cringing. I don’t want him to do this. Not him. Anyone but him.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going to watch, if that’s what you’re worried about. I don’t care about sex or girls, for that matter.” He smiles and pushes aside a strand of my hair with his filthy hands, making me want to bite, but his finger is already too far from my mouth. “You’re so pretty … Is that what he tells you?”

I spit on his face.

I don’t know where I found the courage, and I immediately regret it because he slaps me and then cups my chin harshly. “You will obey, whether you like it or not. Your body will submit and do as its told.”

He pushes my head away and walks off, and I grind my teeth, not wanting to cry out.

“I told you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me. No more nice guy,” he says as I keep trying to loosen the chains keeping me down.

However, something begins to buzz between my legs, right on that padded part of the sawhorse. And it’s vibrating through my body, awakening a part of me I didn’t want Graham to see.

“Be ready,” he says, and then he leaves and slams the black door shut.

The vibrations continue their unrelenting assault on my body, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything other than the thumping between my legs.

In front of me, a black television screen turns on and shows a man and a woman fucking like rabbits. He rams his cock into her like he’s trying to come in all her holes. Mouth, pussy, ass, one after the other, and then all at the same time with two other men. It’s like one giant orgy with toys and cum everywhere. I don’t want to see this, but I can’t look away because I can’t turn my head. I’m completely powerless.

I hate this. I hate it so much, but I can’t fight my body’s response to the vibrations and the images in front of me. I feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my pussy feeling as if it’s about to explode with need. I don’t know how much time has passed since he tied me up and turned the vibrator on, but I can’t fight the desire anymore. I don’t have the will to ignore it any longer. I feel the incredible need to come.

So I do.

I let myself go to the sensations and let the orgasm ripple over me, a desperate moan escaping my mouth.

Not soon after, I hear a clicking noise, and I know the door behind me has opened.

It’s like Graham knows exactly when to open the doors … which means he’s really been watching us all this time, keeping an eye on us.

Which makes me wonder … what else has he seen or heard?

I can’t think about it right now, though, because Cage has entered the room and slammed the door shut behind him.

I can’t turn my head, no matter how desperately I try—to the point of straining my neck. The vibrations are still going strong, making me want to scream, but I can’t. It feels so wrong, especially with him watching like that.