Page 35 of At Their Mercy: Part I

The discomfort was worse, though. The zentai suit felt more like a prison now. Solitary confinement. It was hot and sticky, then cold in some places that hadn’t been hit with water, like my lower legs and hands.

“Daddy?” I croaked.

Shit. I was the only one talking, not counting Noa’s screams. Tate and Macklin were obedient. They kept their mouths shut for the most part.

What was wrong with me?

I sniffled again—then smashed my mouth shut as someone pulled me with him. We were going somewhere.

It hit me that the suit had been sort of noise-canceling as long as the water had gushed down on it, but now I heard the door being opened. Oh fuck, cold. I was guided out of the shower room, and I was sure my covered feet left wet marks on the floorboards. Were we goi— We were going downstairs. I hauled in a quick breath and tensed up, taking one step after another. Only one person was holding my arm and hip.

I shivered violently. The AC must be running on full blast!

At least I could figure out where we were. Down the stairs, through the lobby and the club area—we were probably going to our cabin. Careful, careful, threshold. Yup, we went outside on the patio, where I welcomed the late-May warmth.

If Master and Daddy loved me, they’d let me burn this fucking suit.

Maybe it would melt. Either way, it had to go.

A second set of hands joined in, and they slowed me down before I felt them take a step off the patio. So it prepared me. I knew the drop was coming. I took a careful step and followed with their guidance, and I exhaled. It was almost over. It had to be.

Before long, we entered the cabin, and they ushered me upstairs. Those steps were a fucking menace even when I could see; blindfolded, they were ten times worse.

Whoever went up first was quick to turn on the water in the shower.

It took a moment to heat up.

Almost over, almost over.

I’d hear their voices soon.

Fuck me, I’d never thought about how much sound mattered. Like, how we connected and reinforced our bond by speaking. And this was different—so different—from the sensory deprivation scenes in which they put those really tight headphones on me and cranked up the music. This was more…about them going about their day, doing whatever the hell they wanted, and simply not acknowledging me.

I supposed it could be objectifying and humiliating to some, being used as a sex toy or fuck-hole. To me, it made me feel small and vulnerable.

I became antsy and trembly the moment I was guided into the shower. The water wasn’t too cold. Lukewarm and getting warmer. Almost there. I’d see their faces within seconds. Right?

Come on, please!

Then, fucking finally, someone worked the zipper along my back.

They were dragging it out! They pulled down the zipper so slowly, and they didn’t get started on the hood until I was completely unzipped. But at long last, I felt fingers along the hood, and it was shifted forward.

A rush of fresh air hit my skin, and I blinked as the fabric officially left my poor face.

It was way easier to breathe now.

I blinked again and peered up into Owner’s eyes. He stood right in front of me, while Daddy helped me take off the rest of the bodysuit.

Emotions welled up faster than I could react, and my face crumpled as quickly as I latched on to Master, throwing my arms around him. I caught his faint surprise right before he caught me.

“I got you, li’l pup,” he murmured. “It’s all over.”

The levees broke—again. Everything became overwhelming. My hearing— No longer being covered from head to toe brought back my senses in full force, without my having realized they’d disappeared that much before. But my hearing seemed better, I felt everything, and I could see again.

Owner squeezed me tightly, and it wasn’t long before Daddy joined and hugged me from behind. Thank fuck they were naked, because I was done with fabric for a long time.

“Let it all out, baby.” Daddy kissed the back of my neck and rubbed his big hands along my sides. “You did so good. We’re proud of you.”