My little rope bunny.
Every position, every tie, every bind—everything I’ve ever wanted to try but have never trusted a partner enough—is now possible.
She’s given that to me.
And I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making sure she never wants for anything. We will be her port in any storm. We will be the open arms she comes running to when she needs comfort. The discipline and structure she needs to thrive. The love and care she has craved her entire life.
We will be her family, and she will be ours.
But that’s something we are going to talk about tomorrow.
With the hockey game still playing on the screen, I grab a cushion from the couch, drop it onto the floor beneath Emery’s head, fall to my knees, fist my cock, and then rub it along her parted lips until she opens wide and lets me in.
Right now, I need to use my princess. I’ll tell her I love her tomorrow.
Chapter 95
Emery
Opening and closing my fists, I try to breathe through the overstimulated zings shooting from my clit. My insides are still burning from the explosion of my last orgasm, my nipples are screaming at me, and—
A cock rubs at my lips, and like I have a Pavlovian response to these men, I automatically open my mouth and flatten mytongue out of the way as the cock slides in, the crown running along my tongue in this upside-down position.
With my tits arched up to the sky and my throat stretched out, they have positioned me perfectly for deep throating. Brain still fuzzy and the music from the floaty place calling me, I don’t have even half a second to think about what’s about to happen.
A single shallow thrust is followed by a long slide, no hesitation as my gag reflex is hit and pushed past. My body jerks against the table at its sudden inability to breathe as that fucking tongue laps at my clit while two fingers curl over and over again against the front wall of my pussy, soothing the sharp edge of pleasure from only a few moments ago.
“Shhh, princess, you’re okay. Fuck, your throat is milking my cock. Just hold it a little longer for me. Yes, just like that.”
Darcy. My Angel.
I can do this for him. I can hold it.
Saliva pools in my mouth while I wait, unable to control my throat muscles as they try to expel the foreign object blocking me from breathing. I try to relax everything else and accept that I have zero control over my current situation.
The only control I have is to give myself over to them and the pleasure they are giving me. The pain too.
The floaty place is getting louder, but I’m not ready to go—I want to be here with them. I want to feel them use my body until we are all spent and done for the night.
“Good girl, princess,” Angel murmurs, fingers stroking over my cheek as he pulls back.
I’m inhaling before he has even pulled all the way out, choking on a cough as he keeps shallowly thrusting along my tongue. The backs of my eyes burn, and tears escape, only to be captured by my blindfold.
Fingers wrap around my throat, and then I’m deep throating his cock again, but this time I get in a full breath before my lips are wrapped around the base of his cock.
“Fuck, I can feel myself.” Darcy groans as he rocks back an inch before sliding back in, fingers pressing down along the column of my throat.
A different set of fingers trail over my stomach, the gentlest of touches, stroking back and forth, hand flipping over in each direction. Fingertips, nails, fingertips, nails. It’s hypnotic, and I concentrate on the sensation, counting the strokes as I wait to be allowed to breathe again.
There is an ache deep inside of me, one that needs filling until I’m overflowing. The fingers in my pussy aren’t enough; I need more. I need them. I need to be connected to them. I need all of them.
As if they can hear my thoughts, Darcy pulls back until his cock is resting on the edge of my lips, and Xavier’s mouth and fingers disappear. My inhale is filled with a cry at the sudden loss of them, but a finger scrapes along my sternum, and for a fraction of a second, my mind is confused as a sharp tug of pain erupts in my nipples.
The clamps.
How had I forgotten about them?
“Ahhhhhhhhh.” I try to scream, but Darcy’s cock slides back into my mouth, breaking up the sound as he continuously thrusts across my tongue.
