Page 40 of Dyana (Love in the Apocalypse #3)

Evan

Day One

B ryce had to physically restrain Jack from following Dyana into the woods. I understood wanting to go after her, but Cora was right; Dyana needed this. Now, hours later, we were growing increasingly impatient.

“If she doesn’t come back in the next five minutes, I’m going after her,” Jack growled as he continued pacing.

“You know,” Remi mused, “If we had just positioned him over where we want to add the coop extension, he would have had the trench half dug for us by now. Now we have a weird divot in the yard.”

“I’m wondering how he’s going to know when five minutes is up,” Trent replied. “Is he counting to three hundred?”

I appreciated their attempts to lighten the situation, and if we were waiting on anyone but the love of my life to emerge from the forest, I might join in on the good-natured ribbing at Jack’s expense, but I couldn’t.

Not when I was ready to charge after him.

Bryce was still surprisingly calm, a fact that continued to annoy Jack if the glares he shot him every lap meant anything.

I wasn’t sure which would happen first, Jack taking off after Dyana or Jack pounding on Bryce.

“Here she is,” Cora announced quietly.

My head snapped to the tree line to see Dyana emerge. She looked exhausted and was covered head to toe in blood. The three of us ran toward her, but Jack got there first.

“Is any of this blood yours?” he asked as I gently pried her hand off the knife. I handed it back to Cora, who held it with two fingers and wrinkled her nose as she gave it to Isaac.

Dyana shook her head no.

“Are you hurt?” I asked.

Again, she shook her head no.

“Good. Say goodbye. You won’t be leaving our bed for a week,” Jack said as he scooped Dyana into his arms and started toward our tower.

Bryce hurried after him as I turned to the others. “I would say he’s joking, but he isn’t.”

“No explanation necessary,” Derrick laughed. “If Cora pulled what Dy just did, we’d tie her to the bed for a week, too.”

“Noted,” Cora laughed. “As soon as I have this kid, I’ll make sure to find myself a dangerous situation to run off to.”

I laughed as I trotted after the others. When we got upstairs, Jack took Dyana straight to the shower, where we stripped off her blood-soaked clothes and cleaned her up. While Bryce and Jack got Dyana dried off and redressed, I fried up a few eggs to feed her in bed.

“You have to stay awake, Red. Just a few more bites,” I coaxed.

When I got her to finish eating, Bryce got her to drink an entire glass of water. We’d have to push more food and water on her tomorrow, but for now, she was barely keeping her head up.

“Before you go to sleep, I need to explain the rules for the next week to you,” Jack said.

“Do you have to do it now?” I asked. “She’s barely coherent.”

“Yes, because when she wakes up in the morning, tied up, she might have questions.”

“But she might not remember the answers tonight,” I argued.

“Then we’ll go over them again. Dyana, Doll, are you paying attention?”

She tried hard to focus on Jack, but I could tell her brain had shut down.

“Just explain in the morning and let her sleep,” Bryce said, climbing into bed beside her and pulling her into his arms. “She’s already asleep.”

Jack begrudgingly agreed, and we shut out the lights and climbed in around her.

I wish I could say I slept well, but I woke up several times just to make sure Dyana was still in bed with us and hadn’t snuck out again.

While I had thought the whole ‘tied to the bed for a week’ idea was a little extreme before, after a shitty night’s sleep, I was on board with the plan.

Hopefully, by the end of the week, my brain will be able to relax.

Dyana

Day Two

I didn’t want to wake up, but my body was demanding a trip to the bathroom. Groggily, I tried to get out of bed but couldn’t untangle my limbs from the blankets. With rising panic, I tried to sit up and found I couldn’t. My eyes opened wide and wild as I looked around.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Jack said as he sauntered over to the bed, followed by Bryce and Evan.

“What the hell is going on?” I rasped.

“Your punishment,” Jack replied.

I tried to move my arm again unsuccessfully, and when my eyes finally focused on my wrist, I saw why. Silk scarves tied each of my limbs to the bed. Fucking hell, he had been serious. “Is this really necessary?”

“You drugged us and ran off to give yourself up to a monster. Then you ran off into the woods after him to kill him.” Jack replied evenly. “I’ve never been more scared in my life than I have in the last twenty-four hours. Yes, it’s necessary.”

“Ok, well, I have to pee, so exactly how do bathroom breaks work?”

“We’ll untie you for bathroom breaks,” Evan replied.

Nobody moved to untie me. “Then can you?”

“After I explain the rules,” Jack replied.

“But I really have to go,” I whined.

“Then stop interrupting,” Bryce replied. “The sooner you hear the rules, the sooner you can go to the bathroom.”

“Rule One,” Jack said, “You will be tied to the bed for the next week. We’re calling yesterday Day One, so today will be Day Two. The only time you will be untied is to use the restroom, bathe, eat, and sleep. Oh, and we’ll untie you for spankings.”

“Actually,” Evan interjected, making me groan, “I’d like to revisit the sleeping arrangements. I slept like shit last night because I kept waking up to make sure she was still in bed. I might sleep better if I knew she couldn’t escape.”

“We can make that work. Thoughts, Bryce?”

“Fine by me.”

“Then it’s settled,” Jack grinned. “You’ll also be tied up at night.”

“Rule Two: No clothes. When you go to the bathroom, you can come back naked.”

“I’m sorry, can we go back to the spanking part?” I asked.

“Was what I said unclear?” Jack asked.

“Why the fuck am I getting spankings?”

“For the same reasons you’re being tied up,” Evan replied. “Do we need to go through the list again?”

“Not necessary,” I groaned.

“Moving on then,” Jack said, “Lastly, Rule Three: We’ll do whatever we want to your body whenever we want to, but you don’t get to come unless we give you permission.”

“And if I tell you not to touch me?” I asked.

All three men grinned down at me with determined glints in their eyes. “Oh, Sweetheart,” Bryce purred. “We love a challenge. And if you want us to make you beg for it each time, by all means, you go ahead and say no. We’ll be more than happy to play your games.”

“Never mind,” I pouted. I knew myself. I wanted them. My body craved them. Even now, I could feel myself getting wet. I mean, it was damned inconvenient, but also hot as fuck to only exist for a week for their enjoyment. It was like a vacation—a sexcation.

I mean... how bad could it really be?

Bad. The answer was bad. I hadn’t even received a spanking yet, and it was already bad.

Mainly because as soon as I had breakfast, I was allowed to use the bathroom again and then tied back to the bed.

Then, every single one of those fuckers left the tower, and I’ve been laying here staring at the fucking ceiling going out of my mind with boredom.

This wasn’t going at all how I expected.

I was naked and tied to the bed. You would think at least one of the three men I loved and who claimed to love me would be interested in that.

Nope, they took off to do God knows what.

And I had to pee again.

Just as my body made that need known, Jack walked through the door whistling a fucking tune. “How are you holding up, Doll?”

“I have to pee.” Like hell was I going to tell him how bored I was, or how effective this punishment was turning out to be.

“I thought you might.” Jack started untying me and kissed my forehead as he leaned over me to get my other arm.

Once I was free, I stomped off to the bathroom, huffing at Jack’s chuckle that followed me. I was halfway back to the bed when I stopped short. Jack was waiting on the bed with a ping pong paddle.

Fuck.

Jack patted his lap, not trying to hide his glee at my reaction.

Wanting to give him the least amount of satisfaction possible, I lay across his lap like a good little girl without complaint.

As soon as I was in place his hand rubbed my ass cheeks.

I squirmed as he squeezed each globe. To my annoyance, I was already getting turned on.

“I’ve decided on ten spanks, and I want you to count them. If you don’t or you miscount, you’ll earn another one. If you try to block me or move, you’ll earn another one. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Words, Dyana.”

“I understand,” I said through gritted teeth.

“Good girl. And feel free to scream or cry if you need to, just don’t forget to count.”

Such a fucking asshole. Even if I maybe deserved this, Jack was still an asshole.

Jack’s hand left my ass and was replaced by the rough surface of the paddle.

He rubbed it across both cheeks, similar to how he’d done with his hand.

Then, before I could blink a loud crack filled the room as he swatted my ass making me cry out in surprise.

It stung, but it wasn’t as bad as I had expected.

“One.”

“Good girl.”

By the fifth whack, it did more than sting.

Jack wasn’t doing light swats and now my ass felt like it was on fire.

And my pussy was practically dripping. Pain had never been a turn-on for me, but I guess people change.

I wasn’t the only one turned on by this, though.

I could feel Jack’s cock pressing into my stomach.

Maybe there would be some fun in this for me after all.

I jumped when instead of another hit, Jack rubbed my ass with his hand.

“You’re pinking up so prettily,” he crooned.

I wiggled my ass against his hand, hoping to distract him from the rest of my spanking. “Yes,” I moaned when his hand pushed between my legs and he slid two fingers inside of me.