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Chapter Five
Jace
My friend Archer was more than willing to let me take charge after I explained our situation. The guys had to fill out the forms like any other employees would, and though Micah was hesitant and still is, Archer explained that even if he and Zac don’t participate, he will end their contract with Wild Steps after Easter.
Zac is open to seeing how it goes, but I’m all in after having felt her ass grind against my cock. I know I could do things the normal way—pursue her and ask her out—however, I’m far from normal, and Willow wants to get a feel for the things she likes. Though, from what I can tell, she’s nervous about putting herself out there again. I wasn’t even sure if she would fill out the intake form after the chair incident. Even if she thinks it was the most embarrassing thing she has ever experienced, she doesn’t realize for me it was a fantasy. Walking into that room and seeing a fucking stunning woman blindfolded and tied to a chair... all I wanted was to drop to my knees and bury my face in her pussy. Speaking of faces, her ex deserves a punch in his. It would have taken an amazing amount of courage to do what she did, and he walked away. Joke’s on him because now I get to play.
“Will you stop pacing?!” Zac snaps. “You’re giving me motion sickness.”
Micah has cameras wired throughout the house. Once she reached the mansion, she went straight to her room and didn’t come back out. After an hour, we snuck inside and holed up in Micah’s room, waiting for her to appear.
“I can’t help it. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this and I’m excited. Just wait, you will soon understand why I kept working for Wild Steps for so long.”
“I don’t think I can do it,” Micah says, getting up from his seat at his desk and finally looking away from the surveillance footage.
“Stop being a big baby—I saw the way she looked at you. If you asked her to fuck you, I bet she would. ”
“I’m not an idiot. It’s just lying to her seems wrong.”
“So would you like Jace to call Archer and ask him to send in someone else?” Zac taunts.
“No,” Micah snaps, his hands balling into fists. “Maybe... I don’t fucking know.”
“She consented to this. Willow signed the waivers, and she never has to know it was you. She can live out her fantasies safely, but if you feel something more for her afterward, then we’ll tell her.”
“Once I step over the line, I don’t know if I can go back. Then what if she finds out and hates me?”
“I will fix it. It’s what I do,” I tell him.
Honestly, I think she needs people to build her up. I don’t know why her mother never did it—isn’t that what parents do for their kids? Mine did, and maybe it’s why I have all the self-confidence in the world. Which also helps in the nudity department. In fact, I’m surprised Micah or Zac haven’t forced me to put clothes on yet. I hate wearing them; I feel too restricted.
“It’s one night, so both of you come and watch. If you feel inclined, join in. If not, I’m happy to do all the work. But tell me, Brookie, wouldn’t sucking her juices off my hard cock turn you on?”
He whips his head around and narrows his eyes on me.
I smirk at him, and his gaze runs over my body, making me shiver, my cock already hard from his keen attention. “Don’t look at me like that. I need to go get everything ready. I have an Easter hunt to set up.”
“Of course you do,” Zac says.
I grab the duffle bag filled with goodies and tip it out on the bed next to Zac. He rolls onto his side, picks up the butt plug with the bunny tail attached, and chuckles. There is also a rabbit vibrator, and the remote to the vibrating egg I placed in her box, which I figure I’ll let Micah operate. I also have little plastic eggs with notes inside. I plan to give her fifteen minutes to find as many of these eggs as she can in the garden. They glow in the dark and shouldn’t be hard to locate, but whatever ones she finds, we will live out tonight.
“Who doesn’t like an adult Easter hunt before being chased by masked men and fucked hard? I know I wouldn’t be complaining,” I retort with a smirk.
Micah goes to get us a snack and Zac watches to see if she comes out of her room, while I resume snapping the eggs back together in preparation for tonight.
I’m going to prove to Micah he has feelings for her. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s always talked about her, and I don’t even think he realizes the little smile he gets when he mentions her name. If he still wants to be stubborn after this, he can go back to his life like nothing even happened.
Everything is ready. From our hiding spot behind a large shrub near the groundskeeper’s shed, we all stare at the screen of Micah’s phone. We watch as Willow takes a hesitant step outside the back terrace doors and fiddles with her outfit. I smirk, wondering exactly when she figured out the bunny outfit is crotchless. I wasn’t sure if it would push on too much of a limit for her, but figured I would give it a shot—having to take that costume off to fuck her would be a nightmare.
“Oh fuck,” Micah whispers.
Oh, fuck is right. Willow looks delicious, and I plan on eating bunny tonight.
On the terrace, I placed a basket with an envelope inside. She notices it right away and picks up the envelope, pulling out the letter. We watch as she reads it, the corners of her mouth curving up just a little.
She has fifteen minutes to collect as many of the glow-in-the-dark eggs as she can, and whatever is written inside she gets to experience tonight.
“Maybe we should test to see if she is wearing the little gift I left on her bed,” I say, and Micah pulls the remote from his pocket.
As he turns it on, Willow’s back goes ramrod straight and her eyes widen.
“I take that as a yes,” Zac says with a low chuckle .
Micah presses the off button, and her shoulders relax. She glances around and hesitates before snatching up the basket.
“Now we wait and watch. I have placed the eggs to lead toward the hedge maze. Once she reaches there, it’s game on.”
We slide our masks on but keep the glowing function off, sticking to the shadows and watching as she hunts for the eggs. She shivers and Micah turns on the remote, making her pause and white knuckle the basket handle.
“Something to warm her up a little,” Micah murmurs.
“Oh god,” she whimpers and her knees buckle. Fuck, she looks beautiful under the glow of the moon. Then she moves her hand to between her legs.
Shit. I pull out my phone and tap the security app. I set it up so I could send voice-overs directly to the sound system.
“No touching, Little Bunny.”
Her head whips up to search for my distorted voice. She spots an overhead speaker—the ones used for outside events.
“Why don’t we stop and open one of the eggs?” I urge her.
She picks out the largest, and I smile, because I know what’s in that one .
She opens it and pulls out the fluffy butt plug and a little package of lube.
“You know what to do.”
She looks around. This will be a test to see if she is serious.
“I can’t do this,” she says just loud enough that we can hear.
“You can. But if it’s too much, use your safe word. Then you can go back to your life like nothing even happened. It’s completely up to you. Do you want to have fun, Bunny?”
“Yes, I want to have fun,” she says in frustration, putting the lube packet between her teeth and ripping it open.
We all wait with bated breath to see what she does next, watching as she lubes up the butt plug—which I made sure was beginner’s size, since I don’t know how much she has ventured into anal. Once she’s pushed it inside, she looks around and waits. Zac whacks me in the stomach.
“What a good Little Bunny. Now turn around and bend over for us.”
She takes a deep breath and does as I ask. Holy fuck, that plug was an amazing idea.
“Now it’s time to run,” I say into the app, and her eyes widen as I flick on my mask.
I should have let her collect more eggs, but my cock is as hard as steel. I need to bury myself in that pussy, fast.
As I take a step forward, she doesn’t move.
I don’t wait for the others. They can either watch or turn their masks on. I don’t care either way.
I stride toward her, and something clicks. She takes off running into the maze, which Micah said is the perfect place because there are multiple entry points. It wasn’t built to keep people in, it’s where they hold high tea, whatever the hell that is.
She disappears out of sight, and I pocket my phone.
“Here, Little Bunny, don’t you want to have some fun?”
A second remote is in my pocket, and I slide my hand in and turn the butt plug on.
“Holy shit,” I hear her whisper.
I move toward the sound, and she squeaks as I come into view, then turns to run again. She reaches a two-way split, but Zac’s mask turns on. I know it’s him by the shape of his body. Willow gasps and takes the left path; we are herding her toward the center, which Micah says contains a covered area with flowers and a table. He has turned on the lights and it’s apparently magical at night.
We chase her into the large open area, and she pauses, causing us to stop, blocking the only exit. Micah wasn’t wrong. It looks so otherworldly, even I can appreciate it, but what will look even better is Willow spread out on the table while we feast upon her.
I pull the remote from my pocket and elbow Micah as he comes to stand beside me. He pulls his remote out and we both turn them on at the same time, causing poor Willow to drop to her knees.
“Oh god,” she pants and arches her back. “Please.”
We all move forward—so much for Micah not being sure—and I take the lead. “Please, what?”
She looks up and gasps, eyes darting wildly between the three of us. “Please, it’s too much, but not enough.”
Hearing her beg has unlocked something in me, something I didn’t know I liked. “Beg me.”
She blinks up at me, and I wait to hear those beautiful words.