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Konrad places the tray on the side table and climbs onto the bed. “Hey,” he says, brushing a tendril of hair off her face, waking her up gently. She yawns, uncurling her body, stretching like a cat. I watch as the skin on her scarred back pulls taut as she moves and I have the urge to run the blunt edge of a knife through the whorls of healed skin. Instead I use my fingers, loving the feel of the ridges and grooves. Turned on by them.
“Hey,” she whispers back, her voice soft, shy almost. She doesn’t ask me to stop touching her this way, instead she kind of shifts a little so I can access more of her scarred skin, a long breath easing out of her parted lips as Konrad softly kisses her. My tongue chases my fingers, and I lick her scars the same way I would her pussy. Reverently.
“Did I fall asleep?” she asks when Konrad finally pulls back.
“Just for a short while,” Jakub says, standing at the end of the bed and laying down three items.
“What have you got there?” she asks, pushing upwards onto her elbows, her bare breasts wobbling as she moves. My cock instantly thickens.
Jakub takes a moment to answer, unashamedly fisting his growing erection as his eyes rove all over her body. Her lips part at his attention, and the slow trail of kisses that Konrad presses against her arm. I mirror him, unable to stop touching her, kissing her, too.
“A tuning fork, anal beads and a bottle of perfume mixed by Thirteen,” he says.
“Wow,” Christy whispers, her cheeks flushing a deep pink. “Quite a selection. Are they for me?”
Jakub nods, picking up the anal beads, showing her the string of medium sized black orbs linked together with string, almost like a pearl necklace. He runs them over his palm, watching her intently. “If you’re willing, one of us will insert these into you. At the point where you’re ready to orgasm, they’ll be removed.”
Her mouth drops open, her chest heaving at the thought. “Will it hurt?” she asks.
He shakes his head. “On the contrary, you’ll find the sensation very pleasurable. I promise you, there'll be no pain.”
“I’ve never—”
“Are you willing?” he asks, fixated on her.
“I’m willing to try,” she says, biting her lip as a cute flush of pink creeps up her neck and across her cheeks as he replaces the string of anal beads on the mattress and picks up the tuning fork.
“Is that what I think it is?” she asks, eyes wide.
“It is.”
She squirms on the bed, pressing her thighs together. Konrad nips her breast. “Spread your legs, Christy,” he demands.
“I’m not—”
Her sentence is cut off when Konrad smooths his hand over her stomach and cups her pussy, his middle finger dipping inwards. For a moment quiet descends and the only sound to be heard is Christy’s soft pants and the slip and slide of Konrad’s fingers moving through her parted folds. His attention has the desired effect and her legs drop open. Satisfied, Konrad removes his hand.
“What do you intend to do with that?” she asks after a moment, her gaze focused on the tuning fork.
“Both the sound and the vibrations are very…Stimulating,” he replies by way of explanation.
“And the perfume?” Christy asks.
“Is designed to heighten pleasure through the sense of smell,” he explains, lifting up the small glass vial and popping the cork. He places it under his nose and draws in a deep breath before passing it to me. I watch as his eyes roll back briefly and his skin flushes a deep pink in the places not marred with bruises. The hit is instant and obvious.
Taking the vial from him, I breathe in deeply. My nose tingles and my eyes water from the potency as a rush of sensation rips through my body and makes my balls tingle.
“Fuck!” I exclaim, the lingering notes of geranium, sage and grapefruit a pleasant after effect.
Passing it under Christy’s nose, she breathes in, her skin breaking out in a rash of goosebumps as her eyelids flutter shut from the scent and her fingers curl into the bedspread.
“That smells incredible,” she murmurs, pressing her thighs together once again at the surge of pleasure endorphins that I know she’s experiencing right now, because I am too.
“Thirteen could sell this and make billions,” Konrad says, taking it from me. He tips the vile up onto the pad of his finger then swipes it down the centre of Christy’s chest all the way down to her navel, chasing the scent with his nose like an addict taking a hit of cocaine. “Fuck, yes.”
His hand lowers and he fingers her again, riding his own pleasure whilst stimulating hers. When I reach for the knife I’d placed on the side table, her breathing halts and she stiffens.
“And the knife?” she asks warily.
