Chapter 24

I was surprisingly comfortable, suspended in the air as the pair of them held me from either side. I knew who was who based on Rick’s steady adjusting of the knots.

Both slid hands down my back and over my ass, Max’s pausing for a second to squeeze gently, then give me a sharp smack before moving lower to grip my thigh right above my knee.

Together they lifted my legs, bending them at the hips until I was in a seated position. Max touched my chin with his free hand and his mouth pressed against mine. I moaned around his probing tongue, my body already responding to the light touches he teased over my exposed skin. Rick’s contact became only a background sensation compared to the sensual teasing of Max’s fingers, very deliberate compared to the purely business-like sweep of Rick’s ropes as he bound my thigh and tethered it to one of the steel rings above us.

Max toyed with my nipples one at a time, pinching and caressing over and over until I couldn’t help but moan in response, then he moved lower, tracing the lines of the ropes down over my belly. He pulled my thigh wider and cupped my swollen pussy, sliding his palm down over my sensitive, throbbing flesh in a rough sweep, pausing with the heel of his palm at the top of my slit and rubbing in a slow circle.

My vision was clouded with pleasure, but he pulled away to allow Rick to step in and finish binding my other thigh. Then they were gone and I turned my head back and forth trying to track them, alarmed for a moment until I heard the sounds of movement behind me.

Rick came back around again. “Beautiful,” he said, his tone hungry.

“Will I be able to see later?” I asked.

“No cameras up here. Tonight’s about trust.”

I tried to visualize how I must look anyway. Ropes were wrapped around and around my thighs, with tethers holding them up like a marionette’s limbs. The angle of my shoulders caused my breasts to be thrust out. The hoops through my nipples were a constant presence with every breath. Rick flipped the lights off and even the dim light that came through the blindfold disappeared.

“We’re turning on colored lights,” he said. We can still see you, but you’ll have a harder time tracing us visually through the blindfold.”

A dark shape moved close. “You look beautiful,” Max said, brushing his lips down the side of my jaw and sliding his hands over my skin. Something cool clinked against my nipple piercings. The sharp sting of a pair of clamps closing over my flesh made me wince at first, but soon enough the pain subsided into a steady throb.

Max’s touch made me sway slightly on the ropes that I hung from and he took advantage of the movements to let me swing slowly into his touch and away again, each drift toward him pushing his fingertips further up my inner thighs. The rush of my utter helpless vulnerability made my pulse race, and the sensations that persisted on top of that had me aroused beyond imagining.

I turned my head about, trying desperately to track Max, already becoming discombobulated by the suspension and lack of sight. Only his steady touch kept me oriented, but my compass was royally screwed. My true North was Max and his touch. I couldn’t help but sigh in ecstasy when his fingertips finally slid along my slick folds. This time he did more than tease, though. He sank his fingers deep into me, halting my swaying with a hooked motion inside me and pulling me toward him. The pressure of his fingers against that sweet, sensitive spot inside made me gasp, sure he must feel the way I heated and grew even slicker around him. I squirmed ineffectually against my bindings, but I didn’t want to get away, I just wanted more.

“What next, baby?” he murmured in my ear. “Should I make you come now or do you want to draw this out? You can’t move, so you have to tell me what you want. Remember, tonight’s when you make the rules, but the next time we do this, you’ll be gagged so you’d better make sure you tell us everything now.”

His thumb flicked lightly over my clit and I nearly gave into his suggestion, but I knew I wanted more than just an orgasm. I wanted to feel everything. I shook my head. “Don’t make me come yet. Make it last,” I said. ~Make it last forever, please~.

He nodded and pulled away from me, leaving me swinging and helpless.

For too long, I was left hanging, my arousal fully exposed with the ropes spreading me open and my legs tied wide. I could see nothing and could feel nothing but the flow of air across my naked skin.

I could hear them murmuring softly nearby, however. I just couldn’t make out what they were saying. I listened as hard as I could, but the best I could hear was the word “want”. The conversation stopped and a second later a gentle brush of a hand swept down my back from behind and something slick and warm pressed in the center of my exposed, spread ass cheeks.

“I made a promise to you yesterday,” Rick said, leaning close and whispering in my ear. His fingertips teased around and around tracing slick circles just at the edge of my sensitive, puckered opening. “Do you remember?”

“Yes,” I said, still distracted wondering about their conversation, but quickly losing interest in it.

Max’s hands returned to my waist from the front, making me jerk my head back around.

“Daddy?” I gasped.

“None other, baby,” he said. “You doing all right?”

I sighed and leaned toward him in my darkness as much as I could. “I trust you,” I said. “But this is a little scary.”

“You can let go,” he said. “Let yourself be a little scared. If you get a lot scared, you say so.”

My breathing grew rapid at the bombardment of sensations. They began to slowly push me back and forth between them, not far enough for me to truly be swinging. I never completely left their contact. Rick kept a hand solidly against one of my hips and Max’s fingers sank deep inside me again, stroking my tight channel with each surge toward him.

They spun me so it must be Rick facing me. He tugged at the chain that linked my breasts, making me hiss with the sting. A second later a pair of hot lips wrapped around one nipple and sucked, his tongue prodding the sensitive tip and flooding me with a combination of pleasure and pain. Then his fingers replaced Max’s sliding between my slick folds.

“Christ, you’re soaking wet. Do you think you’re ready to get fucked yet, Casey?”

“Oh, God yes!”

“What about your tight little asshole? I think we need to break you in there, too.”

He slid his slick fingers back farther, carrying the wet juices of my arousal to stroke again in tortuous circles around my asshole. When he moved his hand forward again, a whoosh of air hit my skin a split second before the stinging smack of something against my ass.

I cried out from the shock of it, my entire body writhing in my bindings in response.

It was the same sensation that had accompanied the leather flogger Max had used the day before. I’d loved it then, but this time it was harder, with the narrow bands of leather striking directly against my sensitive opening. I clenched, but strung up and spread out the way I was there was no escaping the whipping.

Max moved up close behind me and reached around, embracing me and murmuring into my ear, “I love looking at you like this, baby. Seeing how you react when I whip you makes me so fucking hard. Did that feel good when your pretty asshole stung?”

“Y-yes,” I stuttered, so close to the point of mindlessness I had trouble finding even the simplest words to speak.

He slid his hands down the front of my bound torso, avoiding my pussy to grip my inner thighs and spread me a little wider.

“Time to let Rick have a little piece of you before it’s my turn again,” he said. His fingers tugged at the blindfold and pulled it off. When I opened my eyes I saw Rick striding toward me, his gaze intent on mine and his sweet lips parted to let his tongue sweep hungrily over his lower lip. It was the very same look he’d given me when we’d had our moment in the bedroom doorway earlier and my pussy clenched in need to have him inside me. His long cock was far from flaccid, jutting out in front of him like a battering ram.

“Are you ready for him, baby?” Max asked. “Or do I need to whip you until you are?”

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my eyes fluttering closed at the idea. I tilted my head back against his cheek and whispered, “I want it all, please.”