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Hank squeezed her breast firmly and she moaned. “Holy fuck, this is gonna be a fun night. It’s gonna take me a while to get enough of her. I’ll bet she’s tight, too.”
If they kept handling her like that and speaking in those rough, sexy voices, she was going to come too early and ruin the game.
One of them untied her hands and she struggled until she felt a contraption with something soft and fuzzy being clasped around her wrists. Cuffs of some kind?
She yanked at the hands that held her and tried to roll away but one of the men flipped her back over with a chuckle. One pair of hands pinned her down while the other man, she couldn’t tell which, untied her ankles. He chuckled as she immediately set about fighting him with her feet, making her wetter and wetter. He allowed her to struggle a bit more before pinning her legs and strapping similar fur-lined cuffs around each of her ankles, and then she was lifted into a sitting position. Silently, her fingers were grasped and wrapped around a small bar located above the cuff on her wrist.
Ah! Suspension cuffs!
They removed the squeak toy from her other hand and wrapped her fingers around the bar and then replaced the toy within her grasp so she could still use it if she needed to. She didn’t need to.
She gasped when she was lifted to her feet and held against a hard body. Whoever it was, possibly Hank, chuckled as he tweaked and rubbed her nipples, making them throb. While he tortured her breasts, Travis attached her suspension cuffs to clips and then her arms were suspended over her head and she was lifted so only the balls of her feet were still touching the leafy ground beneath her. A cold breeze made her catch her breath and her tingling nipples hardened. She felt completely wired, completely alive, as they took total control of her.
The fire crackled and the warmth increased and she thought they might be adding wood to it but wasn’t sure.
A shiver traveled along her skin as she wondered exactly where they were. If the fire was brighter, she might be able to be seen like that, strung up and helpless, defenseless with two men who might do any number of things to her before the night was through. Her pussy clenched and her juices slipped from her, coating her inner thighs.
A yelp was startled from her when a hot hand suddenly gripped her hip, hands clamped down on her feet, and one of her ankle cuffs was clipped to something smooth. Her ankles were suddenly spread wide, so wide she could barely balance on her tiptoes, and then the other ankle was clipped to the other end of a spreader bar.
“Damned, evil Doms!” she hollered fruitlessly against the gag.
“I don’t think our little captive likes us very much right now,” Travis said.
“Wait until she finds out what’s next,” Hank murmured.
The rope holding her suspension cuffs was lowered a bit so she was back on the balls of her feet, but not enough to make her more comfortable, and she growled at them.
“Sassy,” Hank growled back and then a hand landed hard on her ass cheek, followed by another pop to the other cheek. “I like them sassy.”
“I want a taste before you start,” Travis muttered.
Start? Start what?
A moan burst from her when his hot tongue slid right into her cunt, sucking and licking at her ravenously, sounding like he was starving and she might be his last meal. He held her hips with hard hands and tilted her to his mouth, taking his fill of her with ruthless thrusts and plunges of his tongue, making her hotter and more swollen by the second, sucking her clit until she whimpered and flexed against him, determined to take her orgasm whether they intended for her to or not.
He pulled his mouth away just as the first flickers started and chuckled. “Oh no you don’t, my little captive.” He gave her one last hot lick and then moved away, leaving her needing, gasping, and moaning. The heat from the bonfire—
Bonfire! I’m Bound at the Bonfire!
She moaned, tilted her head back, and arched in her bondage, going up on her tiptoes as she reveled in what they’d done for her. This was better than any wedding gift they could’ve given her.
“Damn, she’s beautiful.” Hank’s voice was soft and reverent.
The soft brush of furry strands slid up one side of her ribs and then the other, before coming around the front to tease her nipples and between her breasts. A rabbit-hair flogger.
