She rolled her eyes. Men and their dick hubris.
She tried to ignore them, but they went on discussing her as if she was as sentient as the coffee table they’d draped her over.
A hand smoothed over her ass cheek.
“Didn’t you send her upstairs to take out a buttplug? Must have been a small one. She’s closed right back up.” A finger brushed her there, sending sparks of arousal through her. She tried to jerk away but the ropes held her in place. “Good thing you hadn’t planned on using her ass tonight.”
“Typical. She’s disobedient if I don’t keep her in line.”
Minnow glared down at the ottoman. Severin accusing her of being disobedient right down to her asshole was completely unfair.
“She doesn’t like being touched there but won’t safeword it.” Severin said with a smile in his voice. “You don’t get to have her ass, though. At least, not the first time.”
“She’s never been fucked there?”
“No.”
Rodrigo groaned. “She’s going to break your dick when you take her there. Make sure you work her up to it. Even then – go slow and lots of lube.”
“Yeah, I know. I looked it up. Did you see her nipple rings? They’re healing well. You did a good job.”
“Of course I did, even though the two of you were determined to distract me from my work. Good idea to put her facedown like this though. It would be far too tempting to play with them.”
“Tell me about it. It’s a constant temptation.”
They talked about her hair, how pretty it was, how good a handhold it made. They talked about her clit and how a clit hood piercing would, be hot. She was manhandled, groped, smacked, tickled, teased, kissed, licked, bitten – then they both sat down and had a drink while they chatted about some upcoming movie that wanted two of Severin’s motorcycles.
The tight knot of frustrated desire in her belly spread heat through her body. Her breasts and pussy ached. Her asshole tingled. She shifted in discomfort trying not to beg for Severin to ease her as she rubbed her pelvis against the leather, not quite able to get any pressure on her clit no matter how she tilted her hips.
One of them put their glass on her butt cheek, and the chill from the ice made her shiver.
“Hmm. Your coffee table is lovely, but not very functional with all of the rounded parts.”
“I know. It keeps shuddering too. Maybe it’s not very good for holding things.”
She squirmed, clamping her mouth closed on all the words that wanted to come out. The glass on her back teetered, tipped, then ice slid out onto her skin. She gasped, and the wet, cold puddle pooled in the valley of her lower back.
“Damn. I guess I’d better clean this up,” Severin rumbled. He pretended to try to grab the ice cubes, then slid them over her back instead, trailing one up the back of her neck and around to her chin, eventually pushing it into her mouth. The bite of whiskey on her tongue was welcome, and she sucked on the cube hoping it would help to distract her. She needed to cool down.
Severin put the other ice cube in his mouth then took it out again. With the help of his fingers, the ice cube started an alarming descent, leaving a shivery, dripping pattern of ice water on her ass then sliding down to her clit. He rubbed it over her there as she tried to shift away – the molten heat of her pussy responding to the ice in violently pleasurable, yet disturbing ways.
Something freezing prodded at her entrance, then broached her, easing the sensation of cold up inside her heat, freezing her and making her hotter. Was he trying to start a fucking tornado in there? She tried hard not to move, but the thickness of his finger in her pussy was too good, and she rocked against it, whimpering, and clenching her inner muscles until he groaned.
“Are you sure you want me to do this?” Rodrigo asked him as he tore the condom open. Minnow watched in desperation as he rolled it on, no longer caring who or what fucked her, as long as it happened immediately.
“Yes,” Severin replied, the word ragged as it left his mouth.
“Last chance to safeword, preciosa,” Rodrigo said.
She opened her mouth to say something – maybe to give one final protest even if she didn’t safeword, but looked up at Severin’s face and shut her mouth again. He was watching her with such affection, she couldn’t object to giving him this, if he felt he needed it. He leaned in and brushed his lips along her cheekbone, and the tenderness of the gesture made tears well in her eyes.
“This won’t change how I feel about you,” he whispered in her ear. She shivered at the feel of his breath, but her chest felt full. Maybe he didn’t love her, but the fact that he’d admitted he felt anything about her was a big fucking deal.
She caught his lips with her own, and he reciprocated the kiss rather than pulling reproachfully away.
Rodrigo’s cock slid through the copious lubrication her body had been manufacturing for days, and Severin moved down her body to kneel beside her posterior, putting his big hand on her lower back so that her ass arched up.
“See? You know how to signal her to do what you want, even though you don’t realize it.” Rodrigo rubbed the tip of his cock up and down until Minnow squirmed impatiently. “With your size, don’t rush this part unless you’ve been having a lot of sex with her. If you shove in hard and fast you’ll hurt her. You don’t want to break your pretty toy – well, not unless you mean to.”