I trust West and Rob. Completely.
But you don’t trust them with the truth. My conscience prods me uncomfortably. Even now, you trust them with your physical safety, but not your emotions.
West trails the tip of the crop over my throbbing breasts. He glides the leather over my peaked nipples. I hold my breath, almost dizzy with anticipation. Is he going to hit me with the crop? Will it hurt or will I enjoy it? I can’t wait to find out.
Rob wraps his hand around my ankle and guides it to the outside of the chair leg. He holds it in place and fastens a leather restraint.
I try moving my lower leg. Nope. I’m not going anywhere.
He moves to my other ankle and binds it to the other chair leg. He runs his fingers up my calves and fastens my wrists to the chair’s armrests with another set of leather straps.
“Good?” West asks.
Rob’s waiting for me to answer. “I’m enthusiastically green,” I tell both of them.
West flashes me an amused smile. “Enthusiasm is such an underrated quality,” he quips. He sets the crop aside and lightly squeezes my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.
I inhale sharply. Thanks to my rope bindings, my nipples are shockingly sensitive. They throb, and my clit throbs in tandem, and yes, please, yes.
Rob bends forward. He dips two fingers into my pussy and sucks them into his mouth. “You’re fucking delicious,” he growls. He thrusts his fingers in my pussy again and brings them to my lips. “Taste yourself. Taste how sweet you are.”
I open my lips, and he slides his fingers into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around them, wishing I was sucking a cock instead. One of them is going to get naked at some point, right? They can’t be cruel enough to make me wait much longer, can they?
Rob moves to the wardrobe and returns with the pair of scissors I saw earlier. “Are you attached to your panties?”
I say goodbye to my underwear without a second thought. I can replace them. “No, Sir.”
I hold absolutely still as he cuts the lace. Three decisive snips and they fall away from me.
I’m naked. They tied my legs open so I can’t close them, completely exposing my pussy to their hot, hungry gazes.
They want me, and God, I want them.
West increases the pressure on my nipples. His teeth nibble at my neck. Rob kneels in front of me and kisses my inner thighs, his mouth hot on my skin. “So wet,” he growls. “Spread open for me, a feast waiting to be devoured.” He looks at me with a wolfish smile. “And I’m starving.”
I whimper as he sucks my pussy lips into his mouth. He kisses and licks and sucks with obvious relish. “Fuck yes,” he growls. I suck in my breath, bracing against the onslaught of sensation rampaging through me. I throw my head back, and my hands clench into fists.
“Please,” I beg. “I need. . .”
“What do you need, baby?” West asks.
If I want something, I need to ask for it.
My cheeks flame, but I make myself voice the thought. “Please, can I suck your cock, Sir?”
A smile flickers over his lips. “How could I turn down such a pretty request?”
West undoes his belt. He unzips his trousers and pulls his erect cock free. He is hard, thick, and rigid.
My mouth falls open. I really, really want this.
He comes closer, his cock inches from my lips. I’m watching him so intently that I almost miss Rob spreading my folds with his fingers. He gently peels back my hood with his finger, and his tongue traces a delicate circle over my clit.
Oh, fuck. A desperate, feverish shiver runs through me.
“Look at me,” West orders.
I force my eyes to focus. His cock is at my face, and I eagerly lean forward and slide my lips over the head. At last. I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, wishing I could use my hands to tug him closer. I open my mouth wider and take as much of his length as I can.