Bound in Desire: Love's Dark Hold Amidst the Zombie Apocalypse

A price

I hadn't slept a wink. The sun dimly shines through the library windows. Lincoln and Mason had taken shifts to watch over me and everything else.

"Go to sleep," they would say.

Eventually, I just closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep. My fatigue is evident in every line of my face.

Both of them are up exchanging glances at one another and me. Lincoln turned to me, his face laced with stern impatience as he approached me.

"You're going to sleep now. You've clearly been up all night."

His words fuel anger in me. "I don't need to sleep. Just let me go." My words caused a noticeable coldness over both of their faces as I pushed back.

Mason's eyes flashed with a dangerous edge as he stepped forward, his tone cold. "You were warned about asking to be let go. If you keep pushing, you'll regret it." Lincoln's gaze hardened as he took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper as he talked against my ear.

I feel the heat from His words as he says, "You're not in a position to make demands. We've made it clear that you need to rest. If you refuse to obey, there will be a problem."

Ignoring their words, I tried to get up; my anger outweighed my tiredness. "I don't want to stay here. Just let me leave."

I attempted to get up, but Mason's firm grip kept me in place.

"We told you to rest. You look exhausted," he said firmly. "Do not say we didn't warn you; it looks like you need to learn that disobedience comes with a price." Mason says.

Lincoln's gaze hardened as he took a seat beside me. He firmly guided me in-between his legs and over his lap.

Despite my wild tornado-like thrashing, he easily overpowered me.

I feel his hand resting on my back. "You're going to learn that you need to follow orders." Lincoln says.

Mason stood off to side, his eyes cold. "You can keep fighting, but it's only going to make things worse for you."

I continue to fight my tired state, not helping me at all. Lincoln's hand came down with a sharp, stinging smack against my bottom. It was painful and humiliating.

I yelled, thrashing my body even more trying to squirm away, but Lincoln's grip only tightened. He pins my arms down quickly. "You need to understand your place," Lincoln said, his hand continuing to harshly smack my bottom.

Mason's watched us, his eyes never leaving me. "This is what happens when you refuse to listen. You'll get used to it if you keep up this defiance," he says. After several minutes of Lincoln's harsh hits.

I think it is done until Mason steps in. He took over for Lincoln; his smacks seem harder. I try and move but have no luck while Lincoln just keeps me still. The harshness of their strikes added to my pain and humiliation.

"You can try to fight it," Lincoln says coldly, "but it's only going to get worse if you don't start obeying us."

Finally, as their hands paused, I lay there crying as my backside absolutely throbbing.

They softly set me on the ground, and my legs threatened to give out on me.

Mason's voice was firm, though slightly softer. "Now, you're going to be a good girl to lie down and get some rest. I hope you've learned your lesson."

Lincoln's gaze remained stern, his tone cold but with an edge of reluctant care. "Rest now, Emmy."

After what happened, the library felt too quiet; the only sounds were the soft rustling of pages.

I lay on the makeshift bed; my ass was still stinging from the spanking.

I lay on my stomach to keep from touching it. My breath came in uneven gasps as I tried to calm myself.

In the corner of my eye, I see Lincoln and Mason exchanging a glance, their expressions softening as they notice the lingering distress present in my eyes.

Lincoln approached first. He gently placed a hand on my shoulder, his touch surprisingly tender. "Look, we don't want to cause you unnecessary pain. We're doing this because you're ours now, and we need you to respect that. You do what we say; it's not like we weren't asking for much just for you to lay down and sleep."

Mason, standing slightly behind Lincoln, watched with a mix of reluctance and concern. He stepped closer and carefully lowered himself to sit beside me.

I look up at them, my eyes filled with a mix of pain and confusion. Lincoln's hand moved to my back, attempting to rub gentle, soothing circles. Mason reached over and brushed a stray piece of hair from my face, his touch gentle.

"I know it was rough," Mason said, his tone low and soothing.

"But it's important that you understand where you stand with us. We're trying to keep you safe, even if it means enforcing our control." Lincoln's said as his hand continued the comforting rhythm on my back, and his voice was calm.

"You're going to be alright. Just remember that we're doing this for your own good, to keep you safe and ensure you're not putting yourself in further danger." Mason said as he reached over and brushed my cheek with his fingertips, his touch gentle. He paused briefly.

"We're not heartless," he said quietly. "We do care about you, but you're ours now. That means there are rules to follow, and you need to accept that."

I nodded, still feeling the sting, but I was slowly growing appreciative of their attempts to comfort me. The combination of their soothing gestures and gentle words began to ease some of the residual tension.

As the minutes passed, their presence grew less intimidating and more reassuring. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself as their hands continued to offer comfort.

"I understand," I finally said, my voice still trembling but more composed. "I'll follow the rules."

Lincoln nodded approvingly, his hand still soothing my back. "Good girl. We're here to make sure you're safe. Just remember, you're our responsibility, and we take that very seriously."

Mason's hand lingered on my shoulder, his touch gentle and supportive. "You belong to us now, and we'll make sure you're taken care of. Even if it's from yourself."