Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
But what happened after that? I sit up quickly. The movement is too fast, and my head aches. There’s a pounding throb at the base of my skull, and I try to rub the area, hoping the heat and friction will make my headache recede. No luck, however. I’m back in my childhood bedroom, and Deux seems like a dream. But how did I get back here? When did it happen? I have no memory of anything that took place after the ceremony, but I know that I’m not making Deux up. It’s not a figment of my imagination. There really is a mysterious island somewhere in a lake, and there really is a tribe of double-dicked men living there, gorgeous and virile.
But how do I find them?
Where is Drake now?
Why did he accept my sacrifice, and then dump me?
Was it all a dream?
No. It can’t be. I wouldn’t dream up a man like Drake. The specifics are too vivid, and I know I’m not tripping. Furthermore, when I swing my legs over the edge of my bed to go to the bathroom, I gasp. My pussy aches and my bottom smarts violently. Oh yeah. He definitely claimed me in both of my orifices, and the aftereffects are with me today. Even crazier, my insides feel squishy and there’s moisture on my thighs. I know that it must be Drake’s cream. He filled me with so much fluid that I’m literally dripping with his seed, oodles of the gooey stuff seeping from my bottom. That’s definitely not my imagination.
I take a deep breath, bracing both my hands on the edge of the mattress. I can do this. I can get up and go to the bathroom. I have to, just to clean myself off.
Yet I don’t want to, in a way, because the drippy mess is a memory of Drake. I love feeling his wetness inside my body, and it’s a mark of his possession. I feel connected to the alpha male because of the hard loving we shared, and it makes my cheeks flame and insides clench, re-living that dirty ceremony.
Are you crazy, Amy? the voice in my head scolds. You were defiled! You were taken in both holes in front of an army of men. If that isn’t the ultimate humiliation, then I don’t know what is.
But I bite my lip and shake my head. In my heart of hearts, I know I wasn’t humiliated and defiled. If anything, I feel cherished. Worshipped, even. The men of Deux initiate their women by sitting them down on their double-dicks in front of the appreciative eyes of the Deux community. It’s a sacred rite, and I was the lucky girl who got to take part in it.
You’re out of your mind, the voice in my head says scornfully. You’re well and truly batshit crazy. Have you ever heard of Stockholm syndrome? Maybe you have that.
But when I look at my reflection in the mirror, I know I’m not crazy. It’s the same Amy Ryan looking back at me, and yet she’s different too. My eyes glow with womanly knowledge, and my cheeks are flushed and pink. My hair is wild and my breasts enlarged, and suddenly, I know why I look different. I have that just-fucked aura, and it suits me. My red hair looks tousled and sexy, instead of frizzy and wild. My curves are lush and tempting, instead of too-big and too-fat. Everything about me screams “desirable” and not “lonely spinster.”
But where is Drake? And how do I find him? That’s when my stomach drops to my feet because the fact is that I have no idea how to find the island. There’s no map with an arrow pointing to Deux. I was lost during my hike and simply stumbled upon the causeway leading to the isle. Not only that, but I can’t exactly google “Deux” and expect to unearth a Wikipedia page complete with location coordinates. The island just appeared from the mist, and now, it seems to be gone.
The blood rushes from my face, and I literally collapse, my hands grabbing the sink edge for stability. I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Horror fills my eyes and my mouth is a slack line because suddenly, it’s obvious. I will never see Drake again. Somehow, the men transported me home without my being aware of it, and I will never set foot on the Isle of Deux again.
Tears fill my eyes, and I’m about to drop to the floor when suddenly a sharp knock sounds on my bedroom door.
“Amy?” my mom calls. “Are you in there?”
“Um, yes,” I say in an unsteady voice. “Just give me a second.” Oh shit. Amity is outside, and I need to say something, anything, to reassure her that everything’s normal. I pat my cheeks and stare at myself in the mirror. It’s going to be okay. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and then walk out of the en suite and into my bedroom before opening the door.