Then he put his hand on my hip, urging me up on all fours, and his hands lingered as he drew off the robe I’d been hiding in, throwing it to the floor. They returned quickly, stroking down my back, my flanks, and between my thighs, his chuckle dancing along my skin when I parted them willingly.
“Soon,” he promised. “Now, up to the head of the bed. Put your wrists up on the headboard if you’re OK with me tying you up.”
Was I? That question mark threatened to trigger it all off again—that cascade of worries, future telling, mind reading, and fear that hyper-vigilance brought with it.
“Hands on the headboard, Flick. If you don’t like what’s happening, say Kade and everything stops. I’ll have you untied and free within seconds, I promise.”
I’d underestimated how much trust was required when I’d put this on the table as I froze there for a second, then crawled forward. My heart raced as I placed my hands on the wooden bar, and my fingers tightened stiffly around the smooth surface.
“Good girl.” His voice was so rich and dark, I felt like I could fall into it. The sound almost had a body to it, the words sliding over me.
He stroked me like you would the animal that hid under my skin, and my back arched up under his caress. I felt an instinctive need to be silent, so I needed to show in other ways that this pleased me.
“Mm…seeing that spine all long and loose, you threaten my control, pet. Now, I’m going to tie this rope around your wrists. It’ll be a little firm, but not too much. If you decide you like it, we can do some tighter holds with better rope, but for now, this will have to suffice. If you feel any circulation issues like numbness or tingling, say Kade straight away. Same goes for pain—”
I nodded.
I could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again. “Eager, love? I like that.” I quivered when I felt his warm grip, the rope placed around my wrists in a figure eight that brought them together, then he lashed them to the bar.
“Fuck, Flick…” His growl felt like it filled the room with desire and, it took me a moment to place it, reverence. That was supported by his hands, as his palms, so much bigger than mine, spanned my body, brushing over my breasts, making me long for them to linger, making my nipples ache for attention. “You’re so bloody beautiful. I’m gonna make you come so hard, and then…” My hips jerked when his fingers slipped between my thighs, trailing through the seeping wetness. “Then I’m gonna line my cock up and bury it in you, cover myself in you, give you everything that’s been building inside me until we both burst.”
A whimper crept past my lips, my teeth biting down to stop more. One minute, we’d been talking through things, and the next, I was transformed into this wanting, needing thing. I needed everything he described, to feel the moment that mask slipped and shattered, when he unleashed upon me. My thighs closed, hoping to hold him there just a little longer for a few more strokes…
“Keep your thighs open, Flick,” he said. “I need you open for all I want to give you, up until you decide we need to stop. That’s right. Keep that position, or I’ll be forced to stake your legs out. That’s it.” I felt his knuckles grazing me, the backs of his fingers brushing my sopping folds, then heard the sucking sound of them being cleaned when he pulled away. “Need to taste you, love. Watching those boys bury their faces in you had me aching.”
He wasn’t doing anything the others hadn’t as I felt him settle on the bed behind me, trailing his hands down the back of my legs before sweeping them up. But not where I needed them to be. The knowledge of what he was going to do, that he wouldn’t say the words if he didn’t mean them, drew inarticulate noises from my throat as I felt his hands holding me still. His breath was the first thing I sensed, sending a prickle of sensation over me, then his tongue flicked out.
His hands bit down into the soft flesh of my thighs as his tongue slid effortlessly through me. “Mm…” I liked his helpless little moan, his tongue delving deeper as if I was some kind of delicious fruit he wanted more of. His licks became a little less practised but no less thorough, covering every inch of me, which only made me want more. He chuckled when I pushed back, as far as my limited range would allow, and his fingers dug into my hips. Well, those that weren’t sliding inside me.
“So needy. I like that about you, Flick. I feel like all of us could give you everything we have and you’d still need more, making me want to push us harder.”
His fingers zeroed in on my g-spot, pressing down, but not as firmly as Noah had. He seemed to know it was a little sensitive, but I threw my head back, groaning as the heat spread through my body. They found a steady rhythm, and my hips matched its pace, pulling uselessly against the bonds.
“Not too far,” he murmured into my ear, shuffling me forward a bit with a hand on my butt. “You don’t want the ropes cutting in. There. You’ve got a bit of movement, but not without putting strain on your wrists.”
I couldn’t focus on my wrists right now, not as his fingers worked me in a methodical efficiency. The contrast between an almost mechanical movement, designed to drive me mad in as short a time as possible, and his gentle words, lavishing praise upon my whole being, was dizzying. Was he a machine, my lover, or something else? My head spun, and my body ached, clutching tighter around his fingers.
“Flick, I need all of you open to me.”
He’d pulled his hand away, much to my whimpering dismay, and placed both on my butt, spreading me wide so nothing was hidden from him.
“What do you say if you don’t want what I’m doing?” My brain struggled to respond, words a forgotten tool. “Flick?”
“Kade,” I rasped, my voice rusty.
“That’s it, love.” His finger slid up my crease, gathering my moisture, only to deposit it somewhere else. My whole body stiffened when I felt his thumb brush my anus, the ring clenching down.
“Ssh…” he said. “It’s OK. Just say the word and I’ll stop.”
But I didn’t, and the pad of his thumb began to circle the muscle, soothing it, causing a strange type of pleasure to prickle.
“I found Renee’s bag of tricks when I was outside. There’s some I think might be of use to us.” I heard the mechanical whine of a sex toy, then felt it brush the lips of my cunt, slowly, slowly sinking in. As did his thumb. He pressed down more firmly, reaching down for something else, when I heard the flip of a bottle top. Thick, slippery lube poured down my seam, his thumb now slipping in the slick before it dripped down onto the vibrator.
“That’s it, Flick. Doing so, so well,” he said. “Your little cunt is gripping that toy, making everything else tense up. Just give in, love, let the sensation wash over you. Let me make you come so hard.” I jerked when his finger broached the entry to my arse, as the slight popping felt so fucking weird. My clit jumped at the feeling too, throbbing
so wildly, I thought maybe I was about to come.
“Listen to you pant.” He sounded amused and endlessly patient. “See if you can lengthen those breaths a bit. That’s it. Big breaths in and out.”