Page 17 of Provocation (Den of Deception #3)

Chapter Four

DAISY

I wake in Mav’s bed, still feeling a little tired, but also comfortable and alert.

Now that I’ve made the first batch of Envy, the internal thing that’s been driving me has eased off.

My mind is calm for the first time since I found out about it and decided to follow my crazy plan of becoming a part of the guys’ little group of drug kingpins.

But Shade is upset. He thinks I’ve been less than honest. I mean I have been less than honest. Maybe I’m just upset that I got caught.

No, it’s not only that, I think, as I mull it over. I’m...sad. I’m sad that he knows the truth because he thinks badly of me, but also because he’s been upset by me. I should make it up to him, make up my deceptions to all of them.

Sex, perhaps.

No, they’ll have that anyway and I enjoy that. It needs to be something else. I let out a small sigh as I try to think of something, and I hear a cough.

I freeze and feel for Mav, only to find that I’m alone in the bed.

‘I think she’s awake.’

Blake.

Relieved, I open my eyes only to find all three of them standing around Mav’s bed like this is some ritual and I’m the blood sacrifice.

‘W-what is this?’ I squeak.

‘This,’ Shade growls, leaning over me, ‘is your punishment for being a lying little sneak.’

He kisses my lips gently, though.

‘Use your words if you need to,’ he murmurs against my mouth.

‘Okay,’ I whisper, not sure what’s about to happen, but my body is already humming with anticipation.

If sex involved food, no doubt I’d be salivating like a Pavlovian dog right about now. Maybe I am salivating, just not in my mouth.

With my hands still under the covers, I surreptitiously move the nearest to between my legs and I find myself already wet.

‘Just like a bell ringing,’ I mutter to myself.

I squeal as the comforter is ripped away and I pull my hand away from myself, but they’ve already seen.

‘Ha!’ Blake shouts. ‘I knew she was touching our pussy.’

He lunges forward and takes my hand, licking the fingers that were just exploring.

‘Delicious,’ he hums. ‘Fuck, if I could bottle you, I’d drink you like I was dying of thirst.’

‘What are you going to do?’ I ask Shade, fearing he’s going to spank me like the last time I did something he didn’t like.

I don’t think I’d mind it usually, but I’m still bruised and sore from Joe’s correction .

I flinch a little as Shade cages me in with his arms on either side of me. ‘Not what you’re thinking,’ he assures me. ‘You’re going to love it but hate it at the same time.’

‘I don’t understand.’

Blake chuckles. ‘You will.’

Shade produces a duffle bag, and I’m so busy watching him that I don’t keep my eyes on Mav. Before I realize what’s happening, my wrists are tied together with a long piece of soft, black rope.

‘W-what are you doing?’ I gasp, pulling against it as my hands are anchored to the headboard by the guy who was sleeping peacefully next to me not long ago.

‘Making sure you stay put,’ Mav grunts.

Now that I’m stuck on the bed, Blake grabs one of my feet.

I try to pull it out of his grasp, but he just laughs and kisses the arch before pulling my leg up and bending my knee.

Another rope secures it high, and Mav does the same thing on the other side.

I struggle, feeling like my body is on display as Shade stands between my spread knees at the end of the bed and stares down at me, his expression stony.

He's fully clothed I realize. They all are. I swallow hard as Mav and Blake finish their knots and they come to stand next to Shade. All three stare down at my body all trussed up for their use.

A part of me is horrified, but another revels in their attention.

‘Do you know why you’re here like this?’

‘Because I lied to you.’

‘More than once,’ he growls.

‘B-but you lied to me too,’ I say, trying to make him see sense, even as my blood is beginning to heat. ‘You didn’t tell me what your dad did to make his fortune. You didn’t tell me about Sauvage.’

Shade’s lips thin and he cuts a glance to Mav, who looks unrepentant. ‘This isn’t about me. It’s about you.’

‘Fine,’ I mutter. ‘But then whatever you do to me, I’ll do back to you for lying to me .’

He looks amused. ‘I can live with that.’

Eyes lowering to my core and not moving again, he holds out his hand to Blake who takes something from the bag, handing it to Shade like he’s a nurse in a bizarre surgical procedure.

Shade tries to hide it from me, but I recognize it immediately as the suction vibe that Blake used on me the other day.

I relax a little, knowing more about what’s coming now. I hear him turn it on and it begins to make a noise, increasing incrementally until it’s quite loud.

‘Ready?’

He doesn’t wait for me to answer, just presses it to my clit. It’s too much, too fast.

I scream, and thrash as my body responds, clenching muscles I didn’t know I had.

‘Stop,’ I squeal, trying to get away, but he doesn’t let it move even half an inch.

It stays glued to the one place I wanted it, but not anymore.

My hips buck involuntarily. ‘Please!’ I cry.

‘Begging already?’ Blake snorts. ‘Pathetic.’

He watches me writhe and squirm with not an ounce of mercy in his gaze.

Pleasure rises quickly, so quickly that it’s not really pleasure at all. I scream through clenched teeth as an intense orgasm I’m not ready for is ripped from me. My legs pull on the ropes, making the bed creak and my ass rises off the bed as my back bows.

The toy is removed.

‘That’s one. Do you have anything to say?’

He means a safeword, I think, but when I open my mouth, something stops me from saying it. I can speak, but safewording out of this feels wrong.

I shake my head. I’m breathing hard, my eyes watering. I can barely see through my involuntary tears to make out the three figures who are still standing in the same spot.

‘Are you sorry?’ Shade asks.

‘Yes,’ I pant.

He leans down. ‘Not sorry enough,’ he snarls, and he puts the toy back on me.

I squeal as he starts it up again, my flesh so sensitive that it hurts.

‘Don’t!’

‘Five. That’s how many orgasms we’re going to force you to give us. And that’s just for starters. We’ll see if your apologies improve, baby. If they don’t, we’ll just keep going!’

I scream, my eyes clenching as he turns it up higher, the ropes hurting me where I’m straining against them.

‘Please!’ I beg. ‘Take it off!’

‘No!’

My body tenses, that horrible pleasure rolling through me again. My cry is louder than before as I shatter for them, hating this and yet wishing they’d do something about this aching, hollow feeling between my legs.

Now I understand what Blake meant, I vaguely realize somewhere in the sensory overload. I love it and I hate it.

When my body relaxes back onto the bed, I realize I’m weeping. ‘No more,’ I whisper.

Shade’s eyes narrow. ‘Three more.’

‘No.’

‘Color?’

‘Green,’ I mouth.

But this time when the toy is placed on me, it’s low. I can barely feel it. It’s like an annoying gnat that I can’t get rid of. I shift around, trying to escape the feeling, but he just moves it with me, never letting it lose contact with my skin.

I let my head fall to the bed and I stare at the ceiling.

‘No,’ he snarls, and I look at him. ‘You don’t get to dissociate from this. The next time you lie to us, I want you to remember your punishment.’

‘I will,’ I promise, and he gives me a dark look.

‘Oh, I know you will. I’m going to make sure of it.’

He nods at Blake who takes something out of the bag and gives it to Mav. It’s a small dildo, I think. It’s blue and has ridges on it.

Mav gives me an apologetic look as he lines it up between my legs and pushes it in.

I whimper as it slides inside me, not big enough to stretch, but not small enough for me to ignore.

He begins to pump it in and out slowly. Maddeningly slowly.

My hips roll, trying to make him go faster, but he just tuts and ignores my silent pleas.

I lock eyes with him. ‘Please,’ I whisper with a pout and a bite of my lip.

I don’t know what I’m doing, or where I got this from, or if it’ll even work, but it feels sort of right.

He looks surprised.

‘Well, well, well,’ he murmurs. ‘Don’t you turn into a little siren when you want something?’ He glances at the others. ‘Have you seen her like this before?’

‘No,’ Blake says slowly, his eyes shining as he gets on the bed next to me, leaning close.

‘You’re just a gorgeous little cum slut,’ he murmurs and then kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth.

He hisses when I nip him in anger and draws back with a grin at the other two.

‘Naughty, naughty,’ he chides when he dabs at his tongue with his index finger and it comes away bloody.

He wipes the blood on my nipple, and blows on it, making it pucker before he pinches it hard, and another orgasm tries to overtake me.

But this one isn’t ready, it’s half-cocked and unsatisfying like a storm with no lightning or going to Australia and not seeing one of those tiny pink octopuses that kill people on the beach.

The toy suddenly intensifies, and I pull against the restraints with a full on sob. I’m so sensitive now from the worst orgasm ever that this is torture. But I can’t make myself say a safe word, not even yellow.

Because I deserve this for not telling the truth.

Tears flood my eyes and drip down my temples into my hair, and the toys are immediately yanked away.

There’s suddenly a hand caressing my face, wiping away the tears.

‘Hey,’ Mav whispers, his face very close to mine. ‘Talk to me.’

I shake my head, whimpering as the ropes are released, and I dissolve into a boneless puddle on his bed.

‘Can you talk?’

‘Yes,’ I whisper.

‘Then tell me what just happened. I saw something in your face and then you just lost…I don’t know. Hope .’

‘It was too much,’ I say, turning my head away from them all, cupping myself, closing my legs and curling up on my side.

‘Why didn’t you use your safe word?’ Blake snarls.

I clench my eyes shut at his tone and hear one of the others shush him.