The Six: Genesis | A Reverse Harem Novel

Fifty-Two

"Ah, ah, ah," Charlie's hands slip between my thighs, prying them apart. "Keep them open or I'll restrain your ankles, too."

Whimpering, I yank ruefully to dislodge the shackles but give up. I'm suspended above the shower floor, back pressed against the cold tiles. Chris stands at the entrance to the glass stall, a wickedly salacious grin on his face.

Charlie crowds me. Towering over me like a looming thunderstorm. Annoyance and rage are plain, on the surface of his emotions, but underneath the torrent of frustration, desire simmers.

It feathers along our link, thickening as time wears on and the frigid water warms to scalding. Heavy sheets of it pelt the floor, swirling into the silver drain and disappearing out of view. I watch, mesmerized by its simplicity.

Wherever the water is led, it goes. Like cause and effect. A simple transition from one state to another.

Is this what we are? The result of forced proximity? I want them so desperately; it claws its way up my throat and comes out as a needy groan.

Charlie's sapphire eyes hold mine. They're darker than normal, running navy and lustful. Completely nude, he's a wonder in the water.

His normally neat blond hair is slicked back, curling at the base of his neck. With every breath, his chest expands, flexing the impressive muscles lining his frame. I want to taste him.

Trace my tongue along his abs and commit their hardness to memory. And go lower, swallowing his length down my throat until he's grunting my name and begging for mercy. I'm so close to breaking out of my bonds again, but he and Chris will simply re-cuff me before suspending me from the shower wall again.

I'm chomping at the bit.

Why won't they touch me? Why won't they fuck me? Why won't they make me sorry for flirting in the first place?

I hadn't sought Jason's attention, but there was no denying the sexual awareness creeping up every time he touched me. It zinged up my spine, leaving behind goosebumps along my limbs. His laughter was as infectious as his jovial attitude. Would his attentiveness and generosity extend to other things?

And Hayden's hazel eyes... a pair of dreamy topaz suns set in an incredibly handsome face. They seemed almost... tired. As if the world was on his shoulders.

And Michael... the man who was new to my security team, but still on the outside. I want to see him. I need to apologize for what he saw before. He didn't sign up for a peep show.

Shuddering, I drop my head back against the wall as Charlie's left-hand leaves my leg and strokes upward. First, caressing my stomach, then cupping my left breast and higher to delve into my wet curls. His lips fall to the hollow of my throat and latch on, stealing my next breath. Chris steps closer to us as Charlie's fingers circle my clit.

I'm defenseless against them. Even if my hands were free, I couldn't escape. I tried.

When Chris grabbed me from behind, I went into flight mode. They can't fuck me if they can't catch me. Except they did catch me.

With a few well-placed rips, I was naked and writhing for them. It wasn't for them. It wasn't enough for me.

While Chris sucked my clit, Charlie left and returned with a heavy black backpack. I still don't know what else is in there. He held up two black suction paddles with cuffs dangling from the ends.

They brought me to the shower and split my arms apart. I'm dangling for their pleasure, toes barely scraping the ground. I've never felt more alive.

Or safe.