Page 39 of His Keepsake

By the time we hauled her to her feet, she was panting and her hair was even more of a frazzled mess.

“Well then? Worth it?” I bumped her chin with my fist, nudging it up until she had to meet my eyes.

Emme licked her bruised lip—in the wrestling she’d knocked it on something. “Yes.” She rasped the word then a small smile appeared.

My eyes surely narrowed. A smile? My dark heart pumped extra blood into my already hard cock. This girl was a find.

“Can I have coffee after we tie this little bitch to the beam?” Axl grabbed a bunch of her hair in his fist and drew a screech from her.

“Sure.”

With the leash in my hand and her hair in Axl’s, we semi-dragged her out to the patio, still naked even though it was getting late. The temperature was dropping but not enough that I worried about her safety. Wetting her again would be more than I wanted to put her through. I didn’t want her to catch pneumonia, so the mess on her was left as it was.

With the arm binders holding her in a strappado position, she had few ways to fight back, apart from kneeing us. Which she tried. Axl’s casual full-handed smack between her legs and over her clit made her gasp and hunch over.

I made her stand up straight again. “That was stupid. Yes?”

After only a slight pause, she nodded timidly. Her legs were trembling.

“Meek and obedient is sensible.” I waited to make sure she was done with her crazy shit before continuing.

We created a rope harness around her breasts then connected it to the beam above. That left her teetering in a standing position on her tiptoes. Predicament bondage.

“Lucky for you, you’re the first to try this one.” With the point upward, I showed her my big knobby dildo, then kneeled and slipped along her slit, pushing until the tip found her entrance.

Slowly, I began worming it inside her. Axl was using my smaller red butt plug on her asshole. The two of us doing this, without even a nod toward asking if she wanted anything in her holes, it must have hit her kinks. Her toes scrabbled on the floor. Her whining was extremely needy and not at all annoyed. I grinned though she couldn’t see me do it.

I stuck the dildo fully into her cunt while watching her face.

Her mouth fell open, and she spread her legs wider. If I’d had doubts about how much she liked being forced, her body language had nuked them.

I pushed even harder, until the dildo could go no further, withdrew it with a sucking sound, then shoved it in again. Her eyes closed. With each new thrust, she moaned and did cute gasps. Her feet lost their grip on the floor. For a few seconds, she hung in the ropes, her weight borne by the breast harness.

“How far are you inside her with that little plug, Axl?”

“Halfway. She has such a cute ass, but clearly not enough dicks have been up it.”

“None, she told me.” I rose and kissed her on the mouth, tugging at her straying hair. Her irises were blown wide with desire, and begging for more. “Nobody had that hole before me, did they—”

“And I’m next.”

As Axl pushed the smaller butt plug into her, she squeaked and sank her teeth into her lower lip. We fastened plug and dildo into place by wrapping tape around her waist and between her legs, leaving her sex partly exposed at the front. Without warning, Axl dropped to one knee before her, opened her with his thumbs, and tongued her.

Her legs began to quiver, and she did these cute little grunting noises that turned into moans. He stopped and grinned up at her, “Want more?”

Her swallow and her panting showed how close she was to coming. Emme nodded.

“Say, please.” He stuck out his tongue and poked at her clit, then he leisurely wove around it, teasing her, until she began to shake again.

“Fuck,” Emme squeaked. “Please?” Her eyebrows lifted.

He slapped her ass. “Next time. You were too slow.”

From her pouting and her frown, she was unhappy. I waited for her to tell him he was an asshole, yet she said nothing. Being wrapped in plastic must have made her wary of Axl. I had to smirk at how she wriggled her butt in little circles—she was definitely frantic to get off.

Good girls didn’t moan and plead to be allowed to come while that was done to them in this situation. We strapped the ball gag to her after that.

Which was how we ended up sitting outside again, but with a better view. My back patio was long enough to prevent her overhearing us unless we shouted. We put the chairs at the opposite end of the patio to where she was strung up, angling them so we could appreciate our naked, unhappy ornament.

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