I’m so frustrated and distracted by him, that it takes me a second to realize that Thorin and Mal have stepped back to admire my predicament. I’m not just vulnerable bound up like this. I’m helpless. Exposed. I fucking love it.
“Do you know what that’s called?” Thorin asks. I shake my head. I’ve probably seen it, but I can barely put two words together, let alone recall a specific tie. “That’s a crab tie,” he says with a devious grin. “Any guesses on why we like it?” I shake my head again. I could take some shots at it, but at this point, I’d rather he says it.
“The beauty of the crab tie is positioning. Leo over there can put you pretty much anywhere he wants, but no matter where we put you, your mouth, that pretty pussy and your tight little ass are ours.”
The two of them stare at my pussy, watching Leo’s fingers. He fists my hair, pulling my face back to look up at him as he pinches my lower lips together around the rope. I suck in a breath, losing myself in his eyes. “You want to come, Pet?” His voice is gentle. Loving. And completely at odds with his hands. He jiggles his grip on my labia, fucking me with that devilish rope.
“Yes, please,” I whimper. A wave of pulsing heat floods my core and threatens to wash me away. “Please, sir.” I correct myself before he can slap my pussy again.
Leo laughs softly and brings our foreheads together. I’m panting, but Leo’s breath is slow and deep; the faintest hint of whiskey warming my cheek. “Soon. Show them that pretty pussy. Show them what they’re missing.” Two thick fingers slick between my folds before scissoring open. A flood of cool air hits my sex as he uses his grip on my hair to make sure I’m watching his compatriots.
Thorin, unhurried, steps closer, his fingers lazily gliding up and down his hard length. Mal prowls toward me, the ridges of his abs catching the dim light. He licks his lips like he’s about to make a meal out of me. Oh, sweet god. I think a single lick might be enough to make me explode. Mal’s voice fills the air. “Drip, drip, drip… look at that juicy cunt clench.”
Leo scoots out from behind me, but his hand remains on my back, gliding over my shoulder as he circles me. The physical connection between us tugs at something invisible in my chest, but I ignore it, focusing on the giants towering over me. God knows this isn’t about emotion. The air in the room goes thin, vibrating with the intensity rolling off of them. Or maybe I’m just trembling.
Mal pulls me forward until I’m lying with my back on the mattress, my head hanging off the foot of the bed. His hand is firm behind my neck, supporting it. I blink up at him, his body looming in front of me, the rest of the room upside-down behind him He flicks at the strap behind my head, and the gag slackens. He tosses it aside before tapping my cheek with his dick. “Don’t close that mouth.”
I do as I’m told, opening wider. The fleshy crown presses past my lips, slicking along my tongue and painting it with salty pre-cum. I hum. “Oh… good girl,” Mal groans, cupping my head in both hands and leaning over me to get a deeper angle. He works farther down my throat, praising me with every thrust. I close my eyes, willing my throat to relax as I swallow around him. Fingers tangle in my hair, tugging hard enough to make my scalp tingle.
Hands slide under my ass, moving the rope, and then there’s a mouth on me, a tongue plunging inside my core. Someone flicks at my nipples, over and over until I’m breathless and moaning around Mal’s dick.
Fingers replace the tongue, and pressure curls in my belly… just not enough to push me over the edge. I struggle to keep my legs open against the overwhelming pleasure. My pussy throbs, but whoever is between my legs is unrelenting. Feral groans mix with the wet sounds he’s making in me. His whole face is buried in my juices, but he’s not satisfied.
Something clicks to the rope at my knee. Something cold, and metallic. I try to twist my head to see, but it’s impossible. My legs are forced wider and there’s a matching click and chill at my other knee. When he lets me go, I realize I can’t close my legs. Like not even an inch. A shiver of excitement grips my spine.
I know I said I wanted to try a spreader bar, but this is even hotter than I’d imagined. Someone grabs it, drawing my knees toward my shoulders, and if I thought I felt exposed earlier, it’s nothing compared to this. I’m dissolving into a puddle of sensation. Hot breath. A shiver of delight. It’s fucking perfect.
Something warm and wet grazes my anus, sending shockwaves of heavenly pleasure through me. A tongue. Oh, sweet god in heaven. It swirls and flicks, the tip pressing inside me with a gentle stretch.
“You gonna let her come or are you going to keep playing with your meal?” The words reach my ears, muffled and distant through the haze of need drowning me, but all I can do is moan plaintively around the dick stretching my throat.
A finger presses against the tight ring of muscle, slippery and warm as it invades. “Nah…” the reply is teasing, almost smug. Thorin. Definitely Thorin. “She hasn’t even started begging yet.”