Naked and Bound (1*+)

Five

This chapter contains explicit sensual scenes beyond the asterisks ("* * *"). You may skip those said scenes. It won't affect the flow of the story. :)

P.S If you are a minor, please spare my conscience that I have not tainted someone's innocence. Get off this book! Now~ Lol.   

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You will never be alone, I promise.

Granny Paula's words cut through the confusion that descended around Victoria. She remembered it so well as if it just happened yesterday.

Her confusion grew as she realized that Granny Paula must have known something about her s*x toys.

Panting quietly, Victoria risked a glance on Stefan Krowe who was acting strangely tonight. Not only he was concerned about her welfare, he even agreed to be handcuffed. And he did it smiling.

Victoria shivered.

Suspicious. Stefan Krowe was indeed a dangerous man.

Relying on the moon for light, Victoria studied his face keenly and swore she couldn't see the bitterness she always found lingering on the edges of his mouth. Or the displeasure on his eyes whenever he looked at her. Or the irritation that curled in between his brows.

Admittedly, she realized that Stefan Krowe was actually handsome. Very much gangster-looking than a nurse. Although Hugh was thrice larger than Stefan, he moved with so much arrogance and confidence to compensate for his lack of beefy muscles. If Hugh was the kind of man you wanted to have behind your back whenever there was trouble. Stefan, on one hand, was the kind of man who caused the trouble. The kind of man that she knew was irresistible to women.

Her eyes slid again in his direction. And found him staring back at her. Her heart jumped against her ribs. Victoria quickly lowered her gaze onto the ground.

Granny Paula, she thought. I wonder why did Papa send them to me?

Across the distance, the crickets filled up the silence that surrounded them. The night was almost over and the clouds were ready for the dawn to come. The skies were turning from hazy gray to deep blue. It gently turned walking side by side with Stefan unexpectedly intimate. She felt as if she was a maiden being led into a secret place for a night of forbidden rendezvous.

"Do you know where we are going? Or are you taking me somewhere to get lost like an unwanted puppy?" He accused.

Her vision instantly vanished. Stefan had an unusual talent to become unlikable whenever he talked.

"Tempting but no," Victoria answered while sidestepping a cow's poo. "And no puppy was unwanted under my watch."

He opened his mouth to say something but Victoria suddenly walked faster, leaving him behind laughing.

After a heartbeat or two, they had finally reached the cabin. Victoria fumbled her pockets for her keys. For some reason, nervousness was starting to spread across her insides. Reminding herself that Stefan's hands was bound did nothing to ease her negative feeling. Instead, she was acutely aware of Stefan's heat behind her. His breath fanning on her hair. His strawberry scent teasing her senses.

Too close.

Softly, Stefan stepped closer. She had no time to be surprised as he took her keys from her fingers and opened the door himself.

The cabin was unlit and she blinked until her eyes would adjust to the darkness. Gradually, she could see the small kitchen, and the twin bed occupying the cozy space. 

He walked past her as he whispered, "No one's going to hurt you."

Chagrined, she tried to explain, "No--I--"

He cut her off. "I won't hurt you either."

I won't hurt you, Pet.

Hot flashes of memories rapidly unfold in her mind, uninvited and unwanted. Her eyes widened as she found herself inside the lab once again. Disinfectant wrinkled her nose. Striking lights surrounded her. Injection needles assembled in front of her.

"No. No." She shook her head but the images did not go away. "Save me," she whispered, her voice pleading.

She gasped for air as her cruel mind reminded her that no one came to save her. Not when the two men tied her up on a hospital bed. Not even when they injected vile chemicals through her veins.

She collapsed on her knees. Her blankets and pillows lie useless beside her.

"Victoria? Tell me what's wrong." She heard Stefan's muffled alarmed voice. But she was too lost to pay attention.

Stefan shook her left shoulder with his bound hands, trying and failing to bring her back to reality.

"Stay with me!" He exclaimed.

Too late.

Victoria was already drowning over the pain and horror of what he said had triggered. Her body was telling her to run but her legs had lost its strength.

Scar. She could remember the scar on the face of her tormentor. It was vague and blurry but she was sure he had a scar.

Victoria grabbed her head and try to remember it harder. She had to know. She had to see his face.

She had to end this.

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Stefan involuntary quivered as he stared at Victoria's fear-stricken face. Eyes wide and body perfectly still, he had to check if she was still breathing.

The fact that he was the cause of it broke something inside him. It made him feel the emotion he hated the most.

Guilt.

Refusing to acknowledge it, Stefan focused on getting themselves out of the cabin. With his hands bound, he successfully carried a frozen Victoria on one shoulder. He was surprised at the dead weight that sunk on him. Still, he ran the distance between the cabin to the mansion like a madman.

He was covered in sweat all over his body when he ultimately reached Hugh's room. He kicked it open and found a grouchy bear sitting on the bed. The bear, however, changed instantly when he found Stefan's face filled with panic.

Hugh didn't waste time asking questions. He immediately vacated his bed and let Stefan settled Victoria on it. As soon as her body met Hugh's warm bed, she languidly curled into a ball, hugging her knees close to her chest, trying in her way to protect herself from the invisible harm no one knew about.

Both men didn't know how long they stood watching her gather herself. In between, Hugh had noticed Stefan's bound hands and offered him to unlock it using a pin. Once Stefan was free,  they waited patiently until she could feel whole and safe again. Until no more tears stained her cheeks. Until her eyes had regained some of its focus.

It was a battle Hugh and Stefan couldn't fight for her.

At last, when the skies had turned slightly bluer, Hugh found Victoria's hand looking for his. Without a second thought, he took it and joined her on his bed.

Stefan felt awkward standing alone when Victoria suddenly looked at him with overflowing gratitude. As his answer, Stefan shred off his damp shirt and joined them on the bed.

As if both men had read each other's thoughts, they trapped Victoria in the middle of their warm protective strawberry-scented cocoon.

Victoria sighed contentedly. She absently circled her left arm around Stefan's head and held Hugh's hand tighter on her right.

She was safe.

Stefan automatically searched for her scent as he buried his head against her chest. At the same time, Hugh searched for her lips. Both men were rewarded with chaste kisses on their foreheads.

Delighted, Hugh continued probing and tasted Victoria's lower lips. It was sadly dry and quick. Unsatisfied, he pressed farther, licked it, and suck it inside his mouth. He heard her gasp but felt her hand traveling at the back of his neck to grab on his hair as he slanted his head to deepen the kiss. When she pulled hard on his head, Hugh shivered at the pain and willingly offered her his tongue.

Stefan could hear Victoria's frantic heartbeat against her chest. He knew it mirrored his own, but he controlled himself. He fought his lust for the sake of Victoria. Her anxiety attack was still replaying in his mind and he was afraid to do something that might bring back the misery he saw in her eyes. He immensely wanted to kill the bastard who did that to her.

Some of his control, however, slipped when Victoria arched her neck to return back Hugh's kisses. The action shifted her throat closer to his lips. It looked so soft that Stefan risked nuzzling it lightly. Waves of lust instantly clouded his mind. Next thing he knew, he found himself leaning heavily on Victoria's side, kissing her chin and bumping against Hugh's head along the way. He wasn't deterred though, and started to reach for Victoria's left ear with his lips and lick it. Bit it. Kiss it.

Victoria moaned her pleasure and started to get restless. There were a lot of sensations she was feeling that was so foreign to her. She never knew that her ear and the place behind it was very sensitive. Nor she knew that you could be kissed the way Hugh was kissing her. He kissed her tenderly and unhurried, playfully pushing in and pulling out his tongue. A lot of times, she tried to control the mating of their tongues but Stefan will suddenly bite her shoulder and she totally forgot what she was doing and let Hugh took control.

Her body was demanding something now. God, but she was hot. She felt so hot she wanted to combust. Her hands were now gripping Stefan and Hugh's hair, absently commanding them to give what her body wants.

Instead, Hugh left her mouth throbbing. Hot kisses traveled down her shoulder to her breast and her body went taut in panic. She started to protest when her opened mouth met another. Stefan plunged his tongue deep in her mouth in a no-nonsense kiss. He kissed savagely. Uncontrolled. As if he wanted to ravish her every being. In an instant, her mind went blank and jumped into Stefan's sorcery.

Both of her hands were grasping Stefan's head when he felt something hot and wet on her cloth-covered n****e. She gasped and pulled away from Stefan. "What-"

She broke off as Hugh and Stefan pushed her deeper on the bed, overwhelming her with their weight. She tried to speak again but Hugh and Stefan started worshipping her breasts.

It felt so beautiful. So hot. So delicious. She didn't know what to do. What to say. She put a finger inside her mouth and bit it hard to stop herself from making a sound. She squirmed, thrashed, arched. 

Hugh and Stefan didn't want to stop. They wanted her. They wanted to own her. To make her theirs so that no one would touch her but them. No mouth would kiss her but their lips. No tongue would taste her but theirs. No d**k would mark her but theirs.

Stefan groped Victoria's left breast gently through her clothing and realized that it wasn't enough. He wanted to touch her skin. Feel its warmth and softness.

Fortunately, Hugh was thinking the same thing and started to pull Victoria's shirt out of their way. All the way they were looking at Victoria until the hem of his shirt reached the underside of her breasts and they glanced at her for permission.

"Please." Was all she said.

The shirt was thrown away.

Hugh and Stefan's mouth urgently closed over her n*****s. Victoria yelped in surprise and moaned in surrender. Her hands shot up and covered her face in embarrassment. Stefan continued to suck her roughly while Hugh teased her gently. It was so wet. So staggeringly erotic. So deliciously strange.

As her body let loose all of its control, her pleas became more forceful as she demanded more. Stefan obeyed. Too baffled by lust, she didn't notice Stefan's mouth was traveling downwards to her navel. He placed little kisses and traced it with his tongue. But when he straightened, he positioned himself between her thighs, gently pushing it wider. Surprised, her body reacted in a panic once again.

Hugh took that moment to possess Victoria's mouth and ease her panic away. His kiss became more powerful and intense. Gone with the playful and teasing. Their teeth jarred with each other as their kisses went wilder in every stroke.

Something hot touched the flesh between Victoria's thighs through her flimsy pajamas and her body bowed. She released Hugh's mouth only to find Stefan's head buried deep between her legs. 

Hugh was too consumed with pleasure but he started trailing kisses on her cheeks and whispered against her ear. "It's alright. I'm here."

Victoria's arms snaked around Hugh's back as she fought the wetness coming out of her most private part. She was embarrassed to admit that her panties felt soaking wet and she couldn't do anything to hide it. Her nails dragged into Hugh's wide back as Stefan's mouth locked on the area between the junction of her thighs. She could feel the hotness of his breath and tongue through her panties. Absently, Victoria moved her hips and desperately wanted Stefan's mouth to move. 

"Oh, please. Stefan. Do something." Her hand shot down and grasp Stefan behind his head, but he was stubborn. He just kissed her there open-mouthed, lubricating her aching core through her clothes. She was on the brink of ordering them to strip her naked when Hugh bit her earlobe and pinched her n****e. Punishment for being impatient.

But, she was hot all over. Every muscle was taut waiting for release. Every fiber was begging for more.

Her toys would give it to her. She just knew it. Odd but she was sure of it.

She was afraid that deep inside she knew she could trust them.

Can't she?

Before she can come up for an answer, she felt something inside her went very tight and was waiting to be freed.

Finally, her body shook as her release swift through her, dampening the thousand dollar blanket beneath her. She was confused that she can't stop it.

It felt ages, but her peak lasted only minutes. Then her body went limp and her eyes appeared misty. She was struggling to even her breath and stop herself from shaking. But it seemed impossible. She felt so good to concentrate.

Next thing she knew, Hugh and Stefan were looking at her and grinning arrogantly. They looked very proud of themselves. And Victoria wondered why.

Too bad for she did not know she just had her first orgasm.

She was still recovering from it when she heard Hugh saying steely, "My turn."

Victoria was too lethargic to pay attention when Stefan moved out between her legs and reached for her lips. She was surprised for he kissed her tenderly, placing butterfly kisses around her mouth. Feeling bold, she became the aggressor and didn't notice that her pajamas were stripped off of her legs. Suddenly long thick finger touched her slick, aching passage. She forgot about kissing Stefan roughly.

Hugh's mouth hovered just above her flesh blowing hot breaths and murmuring gentle words. She can't stop herself from screaming by its invasion and sheer pleasure of it. But when Hugh's finger started moving she thought she was going ins-

"Am I interrupting something?" A voice echoed in the hall.

Too bad her father had no sense of perfect timing.