Why didn’t they want to bind me? I didn’t get it. They loved tying me up, making me helpless to them, to whatever they wanted to do with my body.
I fisted my hands and nodded, letting them both know I’d be still and let them do whatever it was they’d planned. Though I had questions that demanded answers, I was too interested in seeing where this night would go to do anything to ruin it. They’d never harmed me physically or mentally, and I didn’t expect them to start now, even though they were, I hoped unwittingly, sending my emotions into a hurricane of turmoil.
“Good girl,” Steve said and released my wrists.
I set my hands flat on the mattress on either side of my hips, but they bumped Jeff’s hands, and I jerked.
“Calm down,” Jeff said, obviously seeing my jumpiness.
I nodded again and realized he was once again tugging at my dress, sliding it the rest of the way down. Steve’s hands went under my armpits, and he lifted me as if I weighed nothing so Jeff could pull the dress the rest of the way off. Then I was naked.
The second time I was with these two, I’d been instructed to never wear undergarments when I met them. This came about as they’d attacked me the second we were through the door of the private room and Steve had stumbled over the complicated clasp on my bra. Not that it had been complicated. He’d just been too aroused to concentrate enough to undo the two hook and eye hooks in the back.
The satin sheet was warm under my ass when Steve set me back down, from my own body heat, I supposed, but the smooth softness felt heavenly against my skin. Steve’s hands lingered a bit as he slowly pulled away, brushing the sides of my breasts as he went. More goose bumps traveled down my arms, over my thighs and breasts. God, I loved his rough hands.
Steve moved away, but an instant later, Jeff sat on the bed next to me, took my hand in his, and lifted my clenched fingers to his lips.
I sighed and wanted to lean into him, into his warmth that radiated against my side where he sat so close yet not quite touching.
“Relax, Chloe,” he murmured as he used his other hand to loosen
my fingers and straighten them. “You’re so tense tonight.”
I thought about employing some deep breathing techniques I used
often to turn off my brain and relax before bed at night, but they’d probably think I was hyperventilating.
When Jeff drew my middle finger into his mouth, his tongue and lips so soft, the slight suction enough to make my pussy clench, I gasped.
Steve was back, kneeling in front of me as Jeff had been just a few minutes earlier. His big hands splayed over my thighs, and he spread my legs and moved in close enough to lick the soft underside of one breast, then the other. He nuzzled, kissed, breathed deep as if he couldn’t get enough of my scent. I wore no perfume when I met with them, either, as per their request our very first night together. Just clean, Ivory soap scent was all I wore. I had delicate skin, and it was the only soap that didn’t irritate. Neither had ever complained.
“Your nails are a constant fascination to us,” Jeff said after he released my finger from the soft warmth of his mouth. He bit down gently on one manicured gel nail. “You have them done differently every single time.”
I did. It was the one other way I used to relax. Twice a month I spent an evening at a spa owned by a friend. Mani, pedi, nails, facial, waxing everything that needed to be waxed. And since I had to be the button‐down professional for my clients, my sometimes flashy, sometimes subdued nail designs were my one bit of personality I let show through. I couldn’t exactly get the dragon tattoo twining up my arm I’d always wanted.
“The red sparkles were my favorite,” Steve muttered, nuzzling between my breasts. “Last Christmastime.”
“Mine were the red, white, and blue for the Fourth of July,” Jeff said, and I could hear the smile in his voice.
Strangely aroused by Steve’s gentle nuzzles, I let out a little laugh, amazed at the train of conversation. They paid attention to my nail colors?
Had favorites? I figured the only colors they cared about were my pussy and my tongue and then only because of what those body parts did to theirs.
“The little pumpkins painted on for Halloween were pretty cool, too,” Jeff added. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
Whoa! Change of subject, I thought as Jeff’s mouth took mine. This wasn’t the sweet teasing Steve had done. Nope, this was hot and deep.
His tongue thrust into my mouth, already open in surprise, and I tasted something sweet and tangy, as if he’d just finished eating a piece of rhubarb pie. God, it was good.
I let his tongue caress mine, the moist skin so soft, his strength so demanding it pulled me into participation. I turned my head slightly for a better angle and slipped my tongue into his mouth for a sip. The soft growl that came out of him had my pussy clenching and my stomach tightening. His hand touched my face, cupped my cheek, and tears came to my covered eyes.
Recognition of my problem sprang quick and hard into my mind. I
hadn’t been kissed in…too long to remember. A couple of years at least. I hadn’t been loved in longer than that. Love. That elusive something that the human animal searched and searched for yet rarely found. I knew it was a dream few lived, because I dealt daily with those who thought they had it at one time but somehow lost it.
This wasn’t love. Jeff and Steve didn’t love me, but it was as close as I’d felt in so long my heart cried out that it could be, that I wanted it to be. Sex was sex, but this tenderness they bestowed on me right now could have been…affection.
Steve still nuzzled at me, a nip here a lick there, a light tease to my nipples. I sank into the kiss with Jeff, letting myself go, letting myself feel for the first time in years. And it felt amazing, miraculous, freeing in a way that all the floggings and sexually induced pain had never been.
“That’s it, Chloe,” Jeff murmured against my lips before he took my mouth again with his in a deep, wet kiss that made me curl my toes against the tiled floor.
At that moment, Steve latched onto my right breast and suckled hard. My pussy wept with need, quivered with excitement. When he moved to my left breast, I groaned into Jeff’s mouth and reached for him—one of them, it didn’t matter who. I just needed to touch.
Before my hand made contact with his body, they’d both pulled away, and my wrists were locked in a hard grip behind my back. Jeff panted against my cheek as he said, “We warned you,” in a low growl.
Damn. I swallowed back the retort on the tip of my tongue and waited to see what they’d do now.
I didn’t wait long. Only, after a brief pause where Jeff held me still, his arms around me in almost an embrace while he clasped my hands behind my back and I wanted nothing more than to lay my head against his shoulder, the bed dipped slightly on my other side. Jeff released me, but Steve was right there to grip my sides and pull me back onto the bed until only my feet hung over the edge. The scent of roses filled my nostrils, and I breathed deep. I didn’t know where the smell came from, but it was very nice.
I remained as limp as possible, pliable to them. Steve pressed my shoulder, and I lay back against fluffy, satin‐covered pillows that left me half propped up. It wasn’t shackles that closed around my wrists, it was something smooth and silky, something I imagined was a necktie. Steve held my forearms in his big paws while Jeff bound my wrists, then Steve lifted my hands over my head and attached them to the hook on the headboard. One I knew how to pull out of if needed.
I didn’t need to.
I’d broken the rule, and this was my punishment. I was fine with that. Though I wasn’t normally bound on my back when they prepared to punish me for an infraction. No, usually it was on my belly, spread eagle, so they could flog my ass and thighs.