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“You’re perfect, angel,” Joseph said, his voice deep with satisfaction. “You’re going to love being in my ropes.”
I wiggled against Marco, trying to rub my breasts against the rope again. He growled when I rubbed my ass against his erection.
“Go on, Joseph,” he urged roughly. “Restrain our naughty little captive. If she keeps grinding on me like this, I’m going to come.”
“Punish her if she’s being naughty,” Joseph said, his offhand tone implying it was a suggestion rather than a command. Marco seemed to be the one who issued orders, but Joseph was still thoroughly in control over me.
Marco kept my arms trapped behind my back with one hand. A harsh sting bloomed on my inner thigh when he slapped me with the other. I squealed and twisted against his hold, and he spanked me again.
“Be still,” he growled in my ear.
When I didn’t comply right away, his next slap landed directly on my spread pussy. Pleasure and pain lit up my system, my labia stinging even as the brief stimulation to my clit made me gasp in need.
I stopped moving against him, practically vibrating with the effort of holding myself still.
“Good girl.” He nuzzled my cheek. “Don’t tease Daddy.”
A high whimper eased up my throat as lust rolled through me. Between Marco’s dirty words and Joseph’s toys, I was getting intoxicated. My mind began to float. All I could think about was them. Pleasing them. Being their good girl.
I couldn’t see what Joseph was doing, but I wasn’t nervous about that. Marco held me, and I was secure in his strong arms. I relaxed, staying in place for them. Marco kissed my hair, conveying his pleasure with my obedience.
I felt Joseph’s fingertips skimming my sides just before I felt the rope wrap around my chest, beneath my breasts. At first, it was little more than a soft caress. But as he began to wind the rope around me, it tightened, caging my body in an unfamiliar embrace. He wrapped it over my breasts, around the back of my neck, and down the center of my chest. He tugged, and I gasped as the rope tightened around my breasts. It didn’t hurt, but I was very aware of the pressure on my sensitive flesh.
I felt him knot the rope at my back, finishing his work. I anticipated that he would continue to bind me, but he left my arms free, content to let Marco restrain me. He’d tied me up, but he hadn’t restricted my movements in any way.
Even though he hadn’t bound my arms, I still felt very much under his power. With each breath, I was aware of the rope that was wrapped around me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples needy and throbbing for attention.
Marco’s free hand stroked my inner thighs, teasing at the edge of my open pussy. That was enough to drive me wild, but when Joseph lightly trailed his fingers along the undersides of my breasts, pleasure flooded my system. I’d never been so sensitive, and the hit of bliss was strong enough to make me sag against Marco with a groan.
“I think she’s ready for us,” Joseph said.
Marco must have agreed, because he shifted me off his lap. I still couldn’t see; all I could do was allow him to arrange my body the way he wanted. As he moved me, my breasts swayed in the ropes, making them feel strangely full and tender.
He placed me on my hands and knees, and I recognized the feel of the mattress sinking slightly beneath my weight. I felt their heat recede, heard the sound of clothing falling to the floor. Both my men were naked with me, but I couldn’t see them. I wanted to admire them, and I shook my head, wishing I could shake the blindfold off.
I gasped when Marco palmed my breasts, his hands rubbing my tight nipples. Nothing had ever felt so decadent. My head dropped forward, suddenly too heavy to hold upright.
Marco continued playing with my breasts, and his other hand cupped my jaw, lifting my face.
“Tell Daddy how good it feels.”
“So good, Daddy,” I whimpered. My sex was wet and achy, but the stimulation of his hand on my bound breasts was enough to keep me on the edge of orgasm.
“Say thank you to Joseph,” he commanded. “He’s the one who put you in his pretty ropes.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, so drunk on pleasure that all I could do was obey.
Joseph’s hand cracked across my ass, eliciting a sharp sting. He’d never spanked me before, but it didn’t frighten me. It felt good. The burn from his palm sank through my flesh to heat my throbbing core.
“Thank you, Sir,” he corrected me. “Marco might be your Daddy, but I’m your Master.”
“What?” I asked faintly. Joseph might be domineering in the bedroom sometimes, but he was my sweet first love. The man who spoke to me now was more demanding. Darker.
