BRIELLE
My head is swimming, lust coloring every emotion and thought until it’s overwhelming. Thorin’s rope “dress” makes me feel more exposed than if I were nude. It hugs my body, snug, but not painful. The mirrors around the room give me glimpses of the dark teal diamonds highlighting my torso. It’s better than I ever imagined. I can barely tear my eyes away from my reflection. The rope squeezes my skin, forming a web perfectly designed to put me on display. It lifts my breasts, nips in at my waist, highlights my hips, and disappears between my legs…
Jesus Christ. Whatever he did down there is straight sin. Delicious sin. A bump—a knot, from the feel of it—slips between my labia, bumping the underside of my clit with every breath I take. I can barely move without a jolt of pleasure threatening to take me to my knees, and this mad man wants me to walk all the way to the huge round bed. Ten feet. I could literally cartwheel that distance under normal circumstances. But trussed up like this… I dunno. Can orgasms kill?
“You heard him,” Mal rumbles from behind my right ear. He uses his grip on the rope woven over my spine to push me a step toward the bed. The knot hits just right, dragging a gasping moan out of my body.
“Oh, fuck,” I mutter, struggling to keep my eyes from slamming shut. When I open them, Thorin has stripped out of his clothes like Houdini starring in a strip show. His dick bobs in front of him, just as long as Leo’s, though maybe not as thick. What really grabs my attention though, is the path of silver beads that run along the underside. Thorin gives me a knowing grin, stroking the length of his erection and pulling it toward his stomach so the light catches on the balls. Pairs of smaller beads run up the entire length, with larger ones at the tip.
Leo tuts like a disappointed schoolteacher. “Such language from our little bunny.” He reaches back into their bag of tricks, pulling out a black, phallic handle attached to hundreds of tiny leather strands. My heart pounds as I watch him swish it in the air, shaking the strands so they all hang down like a horse’s tail. Mal forces me to take another step, sending a hard wave of pleasure out through my body.
Leo circles behind us, and I feel Mal release the rope. Breath warms my shoulder — Leo’s breath. “If you’re going to swear at your doms and drag your feet when you’re told to move, you’re going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”
Soft leather tails caress my backside. He drags them over my skin, and holy hell, does it feel… nice. It’s gentle, almost ticklish. But then there’s a soft whoosh as he takes it away and a split second later a sharp spank ignites my skin. The slap of palm meeting flesh cuts through the room like staccato thunder, echoing in my ears. The sensation morphs from a hard sting to an electric heat that sizzles my nerves. Leo grabs the burning spot roughly, jiggling my ass.
“Put your hands behind your head. Spread your legs.”
I refrain from asking if he’s going to arrest me as I wiggle my feet outward gingerly. Something tells me I’m already in for it. Another sharp crack lands on my ass, stinging the other cheek. I squeal and lift up on my toes, but the heat is already spreading, transforming the pain into hard pleasure. Leather tails tickle the heated skin of my backside, swishing back and forth, swinging away and landing on my ass.
The licks get harder, faster, not pain exactly, but a burning heat that thuds through my flesh, lighting my blood on fire. Leo turns me to face Thorin and pushes my shoulders forward, bending me at a 90-degree angle. Mal holds my chin, forcing me to look forward. Thorin eyes me with a smirk, rubbing a palm over his cock as he arranges bundles of deep teal rope.
The flogger kisses the backs of my thighs before landing with a deep sting. Leo whirls it, sharp rapid smacks cover my butt cheeks. My pussy flutters with every fall of those leather tails. My brain goes foggy, my body floating away.
Warm breath tickles my neck. “Every time you sit down on this sweet little ass tomorrow, you’re going to remember what happens to naughty pets.” Leo’s voice is pure sex; seductive and velvety. “Now move.”
It’s all he needs to say. I can feel all three of them watching me as I take careful steps. The knot still bumps my clit with every movement, making my core clench futilely for relief. I make it to the bed, arousal dripping down my legs, and sit gingerly, another gasp hissing through my teeth. I pull my lips between my teeth and resist the urge to rock against the knot. I’m sure I’ll be punished if I do, which honestly makes it all the more tempting.
All three of them step close, towering over me. Thorin and Leo cross their arms as Mal unbuttons his shirt. He lets it hang open, going for his belt, eyes fixed on me. They’re all watching me like I’m something to be devoured. From the shared expression on their faces, it’s clear I haven’t seen anything yet.
Thorin stoops to pick up two smaller lengths of rope. He sets one on the bed, next to my hip, holding the other in his hand. Leo circles behind me as Mal sheds his pants, kicking them aside. They move as a unit, exchanging subtle glances and gestures. Thorin lifts his chin and, a second later, strong hands hook under my arms, yanking me back on the bed.
Leo scoots right up behind me, that huge dick of his trapped between us, gliding along my spine. His thick thighs bracket my hips as he palms my belly possessively, making sure there isn’t a nanometer of room between my ass and him.
Lips caress my shoulder. Hot skin presses against my back as Leo reaches around me with both arms. He grips my knees, pulling them up toward my chest. My thighs are spread wide as he plants my heels on the bed.
I’m exposed. Utterly and completely exposed. Cool air hits my pussy, and I am painfully aware of the moisture dripping out of me. Thorin runs his thumb over his lower lip, eyes fixed in dark desire at my sex.
“That is a pretty pussy,” he mutters appreciatively. I blush, strangely pleased by his approval.
Mal, finally naked, tosses a bottle of something to Leo, who snatches it out of the air with one hand. I get an eyeful of his erection as he strolls toward us so casually, I could swear he was out for a Sunday picnic. His dick has zero chill though. It juts toward me, so hard and swollen that the taught skin is shiny. The head is almost bulbous and flares out to a pronounced ridge at the base of the glans. The ache in my lower belly turns into a firestorm when I imagine that thing pounding my g-spot.
Leo drips liquid over my shoulders and down my back, sending a shiver of excitement through me. He reaches around, and glistening trails of oil race down my breasts and stomach, pooling where the rope squeezes my flesh. He drizzles my thighs and calves before snapping the bottle shut.
And then hands are everywhere. Mal and Thorin each claim a leg, dragging nails over my skin and massaging my calves. They are not delicate. Fingertips knead my muscles, targeting tight spots and working them hard. Leo’s hands work the oil over my body, skimming the tender skin under my breasts in a loving caress before pinching my nipples hard enough to make me cry out.
“Grab those ankles,” Leo demands in a low rumble. I do as he says, even though it makes my clit grind against the rope and stars flash in my vision. I rock against it again; anything for a smidge of relief, but Leo catches me. He palms my belly, fingers hooking in the rope. He gives it a tug, and I let out a keening cry.
It hurts so good. Soooo, so good. The instant of pain turns into a full body shiver; a tiny taste of ecstasy that makes my soul hum. My head swims, my body relaxing. This is so much better than I could have ever hoped for.
“Did I say you could rub your cunt on our rope?” he growls.
I shake my head and say “No, sir,” as best I can with the gag still pulling at my lips.
“That’s right. You get pleasure when we say you get pleasure. If you’re going to be a greedy little whore, you’re going to get a lot more than one spank.”
Leo’s open hand lands with a slap over my pussy. I moan against my gag, my head falling back on his shoulder. I’m trying not to wiggle, but the dirtier his mouth gets and the rougher he is with me, the more I can’t bear to hold still. My entire body throbs with white-hot need.
A need that doesn’t ease up when Thorin positions my forearm alongside my calf and starts weaving and knotting an intricate web, binding my arm against my leg. He repeats the ties on my other side. Leo murmurs in my ear, telling me what a good girl I am as he pets my outer labia, lighting up nerve endings but avoiding anything that would actually help me come.