Chapter 12

I couldn’t tell quite what it was that made me come completely undone. The hard thrust of the dildo was only half of it, but when it suddenly came to life with violent vibrations inside me at the same time as Max pressed a slick finger against my ass and shoved in two knuckles deep, I lost it. Every cell in my body became a white-hot glowing ember, exploding with sensation. I thrashed my head on Rick’s shoulder and sunk my teeth into his flesh in a vain effort to stay sane. My knees locked and I had the vague sensation of warm wetness trickling down my thighs. I had the presence of mind for a split second to worry that I’d drawn blood and tried to pull away and apologize, but he’d twined his strong fingers through my hair at the back of my neck and slammed his mouth onto mine, holding onto me as though he knew exactly what I needed—a lifeline to keep me from transforming entirely into a cloud of disembodied particles and disappearing into the wind.

Rick broke away and with a soft tug, the blindfold came off my eyes. He looked almost as dazed as I felt when he peered into my face.

“You doin’ all right, honey?” he asked, his mouth quirking into a shaky smile.

“I have no idea,” I breathed.

Behind me Max slowly removed the dildo and stepped away. Water ran again nearby, and again a warm rag swept gently between my thighs, removing the slick evidence of my orgasm. He’d never be able to wipe away the experience, though, and I never wanted him to.

Rick removed my blindfold, undid the bindings around my wrists, then slid his hands up and gripped me under the arms to help me rise while Max swiftly tugged the ropes free from around my thighs. When I was sitting on the chair with them both squatting down in front of me looking concerned, I couldn’t help but laugh.

Max gave me a perplexed look. “What’s funny?”

“Both of you. Jeez, you’re both so…big and strong but you look like you’re, I don’t know, prostrating yourselves in front of me. What the heck did I do to earn this? I mean, I’m not complaining…” I let out a shaky breath. “I’m still just ~me~.” I shrugged my shoulders and gave Max a hesitant smile, hoping he’d confirm one way or the other what I was only just beginning to understand about myself—that I really wasn’t the Casey I’d been the day before, the girl hoping to find some way to understand what I worried were weirdly deviant desires.

Rick glanced at Max, who answered. “You’re so much more than the girl you were yesterday, baby. So much more.”

They watched me quietly as I chewed on my lip, struggling to clamp down on the uncertainty that threatened to ruin the buzz of euphoria infusing me at the moment. I caught sight of Rick’s truck out the kitchen window and the real reason for his presence at our house barreled back. The sheaf of papers on the counter sat there, threatening me with their finality.

I had to think of some way for this ~not~ to end, but I knew the second my mom came back the following day, that would be the end. Max would be gone and Rick along with him, and every hope I had of understanding myself, too.

“What is it, baby?” Max asked, leaning forward and laying a hand on my thigh.

“I just don’t want this to end. Not today—or ever.”

“We’ve got all day. We can do whatever you want, just say the word.”

I nodded. I’d take advantage of the offer now, at least until I could come up with a better idea.

“You guys are the experts, and Rick said…” I bit my lip and glanced shyly at Rick. He raised an eyebrow, even though the amused look on his face betrayed that he knew precisely what I was thinking. He’d been the one to ~say~ it to begin with, after all. I took a deep breath. If I could be naked and enjoy getting fucked with a giant dildo, I could say a few words out loud. “Rick said you’d both fuck me. That’s what I want, but…your way. I mean, tied up, but not blindfolded this time. I want to see you both.”

“Lady’s choice always is the most rewarding, buddy,” Rick said, giving Max a smug look. He stood and grabbed a fresh coil of rope. “You recovered enough, or do you need a break?”

I shook my head vigorously. “Now. I want it all now.”

Max nodded and stood, reaching out a hand to help me up, too. “You need to learn to pace yourself, but as long as you’re not sore we can get started. We’ll take it slowly this time.”

The pair of them choreographed the next several minutes, positioning me by the table at first while Rick slowly and methodically wrapped ropes around my torso and tied intricate knots. Soon I began to feel like I was being bound up by some devious, kinky spider. Lengths of rope extended out in several directions from my body. Then they urged me to lie back on the table. The heavy glass and iron piece of furniture was pleasantly cool against my bare backside, the contrast a sweet reminder of the stinging strikes Max had given me throughout the morning.

A tug of the ropes pulled my hands back and my body with them. Rick’s gentle touch positioned my hands just so. I felt a little bit like a rag doll, being posed, but every slip of the ropes around my flesh sent more tingles of pleasure through my body.

“Lie back,” Rick said, pushing me back toward the table and helping me to recline on the surface of it. A throw pillow caught my head and I let myself relax as he tested each stretch of rope over my skin, sliding his fingers beneath. I sensed that it was only a precautionary measure for him to check the tautness of my bindings, but every sweep of his fingers between my flesh and the ropes made me want more contact.

“Time for your legs,” he said.

It became hypnotic, the slow testing of my position and the tickle of the rope sweeping around and around as he coiled and knotted repeatedly, the delicate insect caught in a spider’s inescapable web.

He tugged one leg up and bent my knee. I let him, watching with abstract interest as he positioned my bent knees just so and wrapped the cord and knotted it with swift, sure motions of his hands—too fast for me to even track. He had the intensity of an artist, or at least of someone who knew precisely how to do what they knew best.

A stray length of the rope drifted between my thighs and I gasped at the contact. My pussy throbbed with the need to be filled again, but I’d managed to block it out while I focused on Rick’s artistry. The wayward length of silk inadvertently stroking me reminded me with excruciating ecstasy how much pleasure I had already experienced that day, and promised of more to come.

“Oh, God,” I said.

“Almost done.” Rick sped up his movements and I gasped when he tugged a little too tight, pulling my left thigh against my torso. He loosened it again and eyed me. I nodded when the binding slackened enough and he tied a quick knot.

He let out a satisfied sigh and stood back.