Page 27 of Locked in Wonderland

“Yeah,” I admitted immediately, because there was no point lying when every trembling breath gave me away.

Some detached part of my brain registered how utterly debauched I must look. One man fucking me open while another sucked my cock, and a third toyed with my body like I existed solely for their entertainment. I’d had a threesome once, years ago, but I’d never had a foursome.

Was it even called that? At what point did it become an orgy?

That threesome had been nothing like this. Nobody had been the center of attention the way I was now. Every touch in the room was focused on me. Every movement revolved around dragging me closer to the edge.

It made me feel dangerously wanted. Desired in a way that stripped me bare far more effectively than the leather trousers bunched around my thighs ever could.

And if their sole purpose tonight really was making me come, then they were about to succeed, every erogenous zone firing simultaneously.

I held on for another minute, pride making me not want to come so quickly. But pride didn’t stand a chance against the combined assault of a mouth, fingers, and the thrusts relentlessly grazing my prostate.

The orgasm hit me like a lightning strike.

I came with a broken sound, my entire body locking up as pleasure ripped through me hard enough to leave me shaking. The mouth on my cock didn’t let up, swallowing everything while the man beneath me thrust deep one last time and groaned against my neck, his own release following seconds later.

For a while, everything afterward felt distant and dreamlike.

The slow withdrawal of the cock from my body left me feeling strangely empty. A mouth licked my oversensitive cock clean before disappearing entirely. The hands tormenting my nipples vanished too, leaving them aching pleasantly in the cool air.

Then the body beneath me was gone altogether, and suddenly I was alone in the chair.

“Take a shower, pretty.”

The words barely penetrated the haze clouding my brain.

A shower? There was a shower.

The metallic click of the handcuffs unlocking registered a second too late. My shoulders screamed in protest as I dragged my stiff arms forward, blood rushing painfully back into them. I blamed that for it taking so long to rip off the blindfold.

Bright light stabbed at my eyes.

Blinking furiously, I scanned the room—and immediately realized I was alone. No Zane. No Zeke. And no mysterious stranger whose cock I’d just become intimately acquainted with.

I blinked against the bright light, my eyes watering. After hauling my trousers back up, I struggled to my feet, my limbs feeling heavy and sluggish. Get a grip, Lysander. You got fucked. You didn’t get hit by a truck.

I turned slowly in a circle and froze when I noticed the small black lens mounted high in the room's corner.

A camera.

Ice flooded my veins.

How the hell had I not noticed it before?

Suddenly, the way everything had revolved around me made sickening sense. The blindfold. The positioning. The way they touched me like performers putting on a show for an audience.

I’d just been manipulated into filming porn. The realization joined the rapidly growing list of things that had happened to me in Wonderland without my consent.

The air suddenly felt colder.

Maybe I could locate the footage. Except there was no computer, no hard drive, no nothing, and the desk drawers were mostly empty. Even the handcuffs had vanished, presumably taken with them when they left.

The only new thing in the room sat on the corner of the desk.

A single gold coin.

I stared at it, its reason for being there obvious, even as I desperately tried to find another reason.