THORIN
I’m trying to focus on the rope; set up the scene in my head, but Mal and Leo have our little bunny moaning and whimpering just a couple feet away. Mal is whispering dirty shit in her ear, just loud enough to distract me, while Leo eats the fuck out of her pussy. The skin of Bree’s chest and neck are flushed, and she looks about 30 seconds from melting into a puddle of liquid sex. Every time I glance over, that flush has spread further, and she looks more and more shaky.
Mal’s mouth is just a parade of filth. “Look at him eat that pretty pussy… dude, give her a couple fingers, I bet she’s aching for it…” A gasp and more moans. “Thank your dom for licking that pussy.” I can hold my own in the dirty talk arena, but I have to admit, he has a way of making subs melt.
“Th—thank you. Thank you for licking my pussy, sir.”
“Don’t let her come,” I warn loudly, rubbing my palm over the hard-on ready to rip my pants to shreds. Christ, she’s going to be hell on my control. I train my eyes on the richly dyed set of teal hemp rope I brought out of my bag. The stuff at the club is fine, but mine is better. I have a process for breaking it in and sanitizing it. I wind the last length around my bicep and fist, carefully setting it next to the longer ones. It’s good to have a variety.
Another gasp and a desperate whimper. “Seriously, Leo. Edge her all you want, but don’t let our pet come. I want to take my time with her and don’t want her all boneless. Yet.”
Bree makes a whining sound in her throat as Leo abandons her pussy and turns to grin at me, his face wet with her arousal. “You sure? She’s all juicy. I can just clean this up for you…”
I scowl at him. Fucking antagonist. “Leave it. She can drip and beg just as well in rope.”
Leo chuckles and jumps to his feet. Mal uses his grip on Bree’s hair to tilt her head to the side. He presses kisses along the slope of her shoulder and licks the curve of her neck before biting the pressure point above her collar bone. She watches Leo and I, eyes only half-focused as she shivers and melts against Mal like soft butter. Her velvety eyes find mine as I pick up the longest length of rope.
“Alright, boys. Any requests?” I swing the tail of the rope lazily and let my gaze wander over Bree lasciviously.
“Dress,” Leo offers.
Mal grunts out, “Crab tie,” at the same time. I could have called those answers a mile away. Mal likes them helpless; Leo likes them on display.
“Both it is then,” I reply, raising my eyebrows as I grab the half-way point of the teal rope, giving it a little snap. I like it all.
Bree jumps, pressing her thighs together. I step toward her slowly, drawing out every movement for her greedy gaze. Behind the obvious lust, there’s a fascination in her expression that I can’t get over. It might just be the novelty of living out a fantasy, but I don’t think so. I recognize that spark of realization, of fulfillment, at finding the thing you’ve always been missing. At least, I think I recognize it in her eyes, but what the fuck do I know?
Mallon releases her hair and arms but stays close behind to support her. The last thing we need is for her to go all wobbly and fall face first on the mat. I step right into her personal space, forcing her to lift her chin to meet my eye, which she does without hesitation, her lips parted.
I grip her cheeks with my free hand, fingers right under her cheekbones. Lowering my face so close our noses brush, I make my voice hard. “Keep looking at me with that pretty mouth open, and I’ll find something to fill it up with.” Under my fingers, her jaw moves. But she’s not an obedient little bunny. I chuckle as her mouth opens wide, challenge flashing in her irises.
Some tops like subs to crawl, avert their gaze, and submit like little dolls. Not me. I love the fire in her eyes. I like to work for it. “Leo,” I drawl, grinning at him over my shoulder. “Be a dear and get a gag out of my bag.”
“Which one?”
“Dealer’s choice. Just pick something I can hear her moan through.”
Leo smirks and opens a pocket in my travel bag, unrolling my collection. He drags his finger over them one by one. I’m still holding her face, but turn it so she can watch him pick out her jewelry. He brings a white leather one, with a small, white silicone bit.
“Someone is feeling generous. Look at that bitty thing,” I mutter grumpily, but really, this one is perfect for a newbie. “Leo is being soft on you.”
Leo flips me the bird and hands the gag to Mal, who pops it across her mouth and fastens it around her head wordlessly. Bree peers up at me through her lashes, her expression almost smug. “Don’t worry, we’ll get something in there later to really stretch that pretty mouth,” I growl.
I slip the loop of rope around the back of her neck and use it to pull her naked body against mine. “Let’s hear that safe word, Pet.”
“Red.” The word comes out of her mouth thick around the gag, but it’s perfectly discernible.
“Good girl.” I don’t break eye contact as I tie the column of knots down her front. Below her collarbone, just under her breasts, above and below her belly button. Her breathing shallows as I move lower, her pulse racing under the delicate skin of her neck. Mal sees it too, and smirks as he lowers his mouth to lick the throbbing pulse point.
I carefully measure the placement of the last knot, slipping my fingers into her sopping pussy and rubbing her swollen little clit. “Fuck,” I say to Leo. “You weren’t kidding.” Her lips are wet, the moisture coating her thighs. I squat down, running the rope between her legs and situating that knot exactly where I want it. Air hisses through Bree’s teeth as I stand, pulling the tails around the thick globes of her ass. I have zero doubt that my little knot is hitting the spot when her knees go weak, and Mal has to grab her to hold her steady.
The rope trails up her back, looping around the back of her neck. I weave them forward and back, drawing the rope snug to form diamonds down her front and bands of rope that hug her hips, waist, tits, and chest. I tie off the ends, weaving them down her spine.
If I were feeling cruel and she were more experienced, I’d suspend her from that handle and let her try to get off against her little happy knot. But I don’t want to push her too far. Not until I’ve tested her green list. She said yes to, or straight up asked for, plenty to keep us occupied and entertained for hours. Days. Hell, maybe weeks.
I smooth my fingers along each section of rope, making sure nothing is pinching or twisted. I watch the way her face relaxes and her breathing settles as my fingers run underneath the rope, knuckles grazing her nipples.
Every breath she takes makes the knot shift against her clit. She lets out a full body shiver and then gasps when the rope works double-time. I glance at Mal, who wordlessly reassures me that he has a solid hold on her, before I take a step back to admire her. Christ, she’s beautiful.
Behind me, Leo shucks his pants, the buckle hitting the floor with a muffled clink. Bree watches him with hungry eyes. I turn to see what has captivated her attention so fully, and find him with his dick in hand, stroking it for her.
“He’s got a big dick, doesn’t he?” I ask her with a chuckle. Bree nods, not looking away for a second as she wets her lips. That one little lick sets my already-aching dick into aching territory. Leo squeezes hard, a drop of pre-cum shining at the tip. I’m not into dudes, not enough to fuck them at least, but I sure as hell appreciate her reaction to it.
Mal leans over her shoulder and bites her earlobe before whispering, “He’s going to fuck you with that thing. Stretch your tight little pussy around it while I fuck this pretty asshole.” His hand moves between them, hidden from view, but judging by the way Bree sucks a breath and arches her back, I’d say he found his target. Her eyelids flutter, her eyes rolling back in her head.
“You want that, don’t you?” Mal gives her harness a tug, driving the knot against her clit.
“Yes, sir,” she moans around the gag. A drip of drool pools at her lower lip, and Leo steps closer, wiping it away with his fingers. It’s almost a sweet moment, but Leo grabs her cheeks and sticks two fingers in her mouth, demanding she suck them around the gag. He fucks her mouth with them until she has them good and wet, then he lowers his hand and uses her spit to lube up his cock. Bree’s eyes water but she doesn’t lose a shred of that insanely hot enthusiasm. If anything, Mal is having to hold her back.
“Walk over to the platform. Turn and sit down,” I demand, pointing at a large, round, cushioned platform in the middle of the room. Club Sin keeps washable waterproof covers for their custom furniture. At least for the things that are likely to get wet, and if we do this right, our little bunny is going to make a mess.