Chapter 11

Rick stayed with me, the kiss growing slower and more tender as my body’s spasms gradually subsided. I was only vaguely aware of my surroundings, but acutely attuned to the sensations around my hips. Max’s hand rested lightly on my sore backside.

His voice was rough when he said, “You all good, baby?”

“I think so,” I said. I gasped in response to the tugging, slipping sensations of both vibrator and plug being removed from me, the slick friction lighting up my already sensitized flesh. Their absence left me feeling empty. Then Rick was gone, too, and for a moment everything was too solitary and quiet for me to process. I cried out an objection but it faded from my lips when a pair of hands tugged at my shoulders, urging me to stand.

I did, and found myself wrapped in Max’s strong arms. I nearly collapsed from dizziness and confusion when I found my feet, but he caught me and sat, tucking me onto his lap. I let myself sink into him, pressing my face against his chest, my entire world focused on the close-up of the dark inkwork that framed his collarbone. His hands slid over my skin in gentle caresses, avoiding sensitive areas. After a time my breathing felt less irregular and the room finally came back into focus. I realized that my weeping pussy was probably destroying his leather pants, not to mention the sticky residue of the lube that remained on the backs of my thighs. All those sensations seemed beyond my comprehension, though, and I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with them. Max didn’t seem to mind, though, so I decided I wouldn’t worry about it, either.

I let out a slow, stuttering breath and tilted my head up to smile at him.

Max smiled back down at me, his face filled with concern that barely concealed a raw need. His cock was the next thing that drew my attention, its hard length pressed bruisingly into my hip, but he didn’t seem to be as aware of its presence as I was.

“Are you thirsty?” he asked, reaching for a fresh water bottle. I nodded and he tilted the bottle to my lips for me to drink. His brows drew together and he looked thoughtful while I swallowed the water in thirsty gulps.

“I’d tell you if I wasn’t okay with this, you know that, right?” I asked softly when he pulled the bottle away from my lips. “I want this,” I said. “I love this.”

His face relaxed and he rubbed my thigh. “We can take a break if you want, or try something different. It’s up to you.”

I eyed the bundles of pale rope Rick had left on the counter. “What do you do with those?” I asked, my mind already running through all the possibilities. There was a lot of rope so I had trouble coming up with scenarios that would require so much of it.

Rick wandered over and picked up one of the bound coils and released one end of it, letting it fall to the floor unwinding as it went. He’d put his jeans back on but they did little to conceal his arousal. I was every bit as fascinated by their reactions to me as to the potential fun we could have together next.

“We tie you up,” Rick said. “My personal favorite part. I’m out of practice, though. If I’d known I would be doing this today I would have brought my camera.”

“What? Why?” I asked.

Max shifted under me. “He used to have a reputation in our old circle for being the master of knotwork. Most popular bondage Dom at the club. And with work that elaborate, he’d make a point of recording it.”

“I improvised sometimes,” Rick clarified. “And I liked keeping a record. Never shared any of the videos, though. But if Chloe liked something specific, she usually wanted me to repeat it so I had to know what I’d done.”

“What was your specialty at the club?” I asked, looking at Max.

He smirked at me and gave my thigh a light smack. “What do you think?”

“Oh,” I said and smiled. “I like that. But I want to know what it’s like to have both.”

“You were cuffed to the bed last night,” Max said. “Did you like that?”

I nodded. “But I have a feeling this is different, isn’t it?”

Rick wandered toward us, trailing the rope behind him. He squatted down in front of me, and took both my hands, looping a doubled length of rope around my wrists and tugging until it was snug. The silken tails of the rope slid along my thighs, tickling as he wrapped the rope in uniform loops around my legs, binding them together at the knees. “This is very different. The process of tying you is half the fun. What we do when you’re bound is the other half.”

“We have a camera,” I blurted. “Don’t you want to record what you do here?” The idea of being tied up and at their mercy thrilled me, and the suggestion of also being able to see it all again later was every bit as enticing as the ropes themselves.

“Are you sure?” Rick asked.

I nodded. “It’s my first time. I want to learn how to do it, too. And I might not be paying very close attention while it’s happening.”

“You definitely won’t see all of it,” Rick said as he tied off the end of the bindings above my knees. “All right, where is it?”

“Hall closet upstairs,” Max said, jabbing his thumb at the ceiling.

I looked down at my bound wrists and knees after Rick . “Um…I don’t see how this is going to work.” I plucked at the ropes wrapped snuggly around my thighs.

“Use your imagination,” Max said. He urged me off his lap. I stood, a little unsteadily and uncertain where to go since I couldn’t exactly walk. Max moved around me, adjusting the position of the chair so it was in front of me again.

“Bend over and rest your hands on the seat.” He rested one hand on my shoulder and the other against my low back for balance, then slid it down over my ass as I bent.

“Like this?” I asked, locking my elbows and looking over my shoulder.

Max didn’t meet my gaze, though. He seemed too absorbed in the view of my ass. I bit my lip, thinking I was starting to understand one of his tells. His palm still rested on one ass cheek and he idly rubbed in a circle. My pulse sped up and I arched my back, tilting my hips a little closer to him.

“You like being exposed like this, do you?” he asked.

“Mhm,” I said, thinking he’d been far too gentle with me so far, in spite of the whipping I’d gotten, but all he would do was stroke my backside.

“I made a mess of you with all the lube. Let’s get you cleaned up, why don’t we. Don’t move, baby.”

“But…” I craned my neck but stayed put as I watched him stride off to the laundry room. I heard water running for a moment before he returned, a clean, wet rag in hand. The damp heat was a comfort on my sore flesh, but more than that I loved the tender contact as he cleaned the sticky residue from my skin. After several sweeps of the cloth, I no longer cared why he was touching me, only that he didn’t stop. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, losing myself in the slow, gentle strokes of the cloth, up my inner thighs, around to my ass and over, without delving anywhere more sensitive for several passes.

I gasped as he made another pass and the rougher texture of a knuckle grazed my exposed flesh. My pussy ached again, and throbbed with heat wetter than the now cooling cloth. He pressed the soft terrycloth between my legs a little harder, holding it over my swollen clit before dragging it along my slit and up the crack of my ass. I wanted desperately to spread my legs, to let my pussy open for him to have better access. The inability to do so both frustrated and intrigued me. I didn’t feel like I could get the contact I really wanted, but I loved what Max was giving me.

“Feels better to be clean, doesn’t it?” His breath gusted hotly against my thigh and I quivered, briefly considered begging him to do whatever it was he seemed to be thinking of doing with his face so close to me.

Soft contact brushed my hot folds—too soft to be fingers—and something even hotter and wetter teased me deeper. I moaned at the delicious sensation of what had to be his tongue, exploring slowly up and down my cleft, all the way from my hood piercing up to my asshole and back.

In the periphery I heard Rick return, but he said nothing. I kept my eyes closed, simply wanting to experience whatever they decided to do to me without thinking about it.

“Are your eyes closed, Casey?” Max asked, his lips brushing against my sensitive flesh with each word.

“Yes.”

“Good. Keep them that way.”

His warmth and touch disappeared from behind me for a second and I could hear low murmuring, but couldn’t make out their words. My fingernails dug into the cushioned seat of the chair I leaned on. Maybe I’d get the plug in my ass again, or…oh, God, maybe one of them would fuck me now. How would it feel with my legs bound together this way?

It was Rick’s voice that spoke next, from somewhere in front of me. “Casey, I want you to know the camera’s recording now. If it makes you uncomfortable, use your safe word.”

I nodded.

“Respond out loud, please,” Max said behind me.

“I- I understand. I asked to be recorded, didn’t I?” I couldn’t help the flippant tone in my voice, but the presence of the camera just added another layer of taboo to the entire scenario. Not only were my stepdad and his hot best friend in the process of doing very naughty things to me, but the camera made it feel like untold others might see it.

Rick chuckled. “That you did.” His voice had moved closer and my eyelids fluttered open just in time to see him holding a swath of fabric in front of me.

“I’ll keep my eyes shut, I promise,” I said.

“Oh no. Promises aren’t enough. We’re going to make sure you keep your eyes shut for this. If you want to see it, you’ll see it after it’s over. This is the beauty of a recording.”

He wrapped my eyes gently with the sheer scarf and tied it behind my head. I could still see through it somewhat, but could only make out shadows. Ricks shadow loomed closer just as Max gripped both my ass cheeks roughly, fingertips digging in and spreading me wide for his tongue to slide up and down my pussy with swift, lewd strokes.

Rick’s musky scent filled my nostrils as he leaned close, his thick biceps brushing against my bare arms. With both hands, he cupped my breasts and my nipples went instantly hard under the teasing of his thumbs. He toyed with me for several seconds, his mouth against my ear whispering.

“Max said you would like this.”

I almost replied with a sarcastic laugh and a playful retort about how horrible it was having my nipples teased. His hands slipped away and sharp twists of pain shot through my chest when the weights he’d attached to my hoops gave into gravity. I was forced to lean forward, but had trouble dropping low enough to relieve the pull—I could only go far as bent elbows.

I cried out in dismay, confused about what they expected but not yet ready to give in.

The sharp sting of the whip on my ass distracted me momentarily, confusing me even further.

“Down, baby. You know what you need to do to make it stop.”

The switch whooshed through the air again, coming down in another sharp, stinging crack. I pushed my arms out in front of me, ignoring the burn in my hamstrings as I bent almost double to let my abused nipples rest on the seat of the chair. The stretch of my muscles was a small discomfort compared to the pain in my breasts.

The relief was instant, but also short lived as Max brought the switch down on my ass again. Only this time he followed it with a swipe of the smooth column of the switch between my soaked pussy lips, making sure to snag and tease at the piercing at the top of my clit.

The pleasure intensified when he took the switch away and replaced it with something hard and cool that spread my slit wide. Behind the blindfold I had no frame of reference for what he was invading me with, but whatever it was felt amazing. It was wider and smoother than his finger, but had the same amount of give to it. He rubbed it up and down, teasing at my sensitive nub until I gasped, my thighs shaking at the strain of the position.

I twined my fingers together, wishing for something—anything—to hold onto. Being trapped in this haze of shadows had me feeling like a disembodied bundle of sensation and I needed something to ground me. A large hand slipped between mine and I gripped it, grateful for Rick’s intervention. His warmth came down close to me again, mouth at my ear whispering once more.

“We’re going to make you come. Then we’re going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours.”

I gasped when, on the word ~fuck,~ the object Max had pressed against my clit slid deep into me, stretching my slick walls painfully wider than even his cock had the night before. The vibrator hadn’t been big enough to leave a lasting impression, but whatever it was he was using on me now definitely wouldn’t be forgotten.

My fingernails dug into Rick’s hands and he tugged at my arms, forcing me to slide across the chair until my elbows plunged off the other side. I grabbed for him and he shifted closer, shoring me up with one strong shoulder against my chest and his breath hot on my neck while Max fucked me with something almost too big for me to comprehend. The first stroke stung on the way back out, in spite of how wet I knew I was. On the next plunge inside it transformed into more than pain. I clenched my muscles tight around it, testing the soreness of my muscles and finding I enjoyed the sensation the same as I enjoyed stretching the day after a hard workout. I held tight to it when he slowly pulled it back out, enjoying the way its odd ridges rubbed at my insides.

“Jesus, baby, you must love this the way you’re hanging on.”

I could only whimper and pant into Rick’s shoulder. Words failed me, particularly the dirty ones that came to mind. Even though they’d both seen me naked and falling apart at the seams already, finding the guts to scream, ~“Oh God, fuck me now please,”~ seemed like it would be a little too much.

I did manage to let out a guttural “Oh God” that was accompanied by a line of saliva against Rick’s bare shoulder.

“That’s right. Let go.” His deep voice seemed disembodied in my ear even though he was right there against me. With swift, sure strokes, he rubbed my back and swept his hands around to my breasts. The tug of the weights pulling on my nipples pinched when he released them from my hoops and then gently rubbed my hard, sore flesh with his fingertips.