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Caelan binds each of my legs separately, my knees bent and thighs spread for him. His nails purposefully drag vivid scratches into my flesh as he works just to hear the groans it wrings from me. He can’t resist running the rope over me in warning, then whipping my exposed inner thigh with the end of the length. He laughs as I jerk and moan his name.
“Aw, does that sting, doll?”
“Please, Caelan,” I breathe, then gasp and arch back against Elias as Caelan strikes me with the rope again.
“Caelan,” Elias admonishes.
“I’m just playing.”
A teasing note enters Elias’ voice, even though it remains low and even. “We have far better things to use for that than rope. Why not go get the riding crop?”
Caelan cackles in delight.
I feel the shift of the bed as he moves off it. “Oh, shit,” I murmur, assuming he’s gone to get exactly that. Not that I don’t like the idea, just,shit.
For a moment I tense, fighting against the ropes just to see if I can, but it’s clear I’m not going anywhere. I’m bound and helpless, and they can do anything they like to me—hurt me, tease me, use me.Yes. It’s exactly what I wanted.
Elias runs his hands over me, and he hums in appreciation. “Such a pretty picture, wrapped up in patterns of ropes and knots, all black lace and smooth skin.”
His fingers caress the edges of the rope where my flesh yields, slowly working his way down my body.
I can feel his shadows against me—their soft static raises the hairs on my arms. Every touch seems magnified like this. Unable to move, unable to see, all I can do is feel, and I feel so much more intensely for it.
I know where he’s going. I can tell from the smirk on his lips as he presses them against my jaw, and my heart races in anticipation.
Elias gets to the edge of my panties and stops, only toying with the lace.
“Touch me,” I burst. “God, Elias,please.”
I can’t touch myself. I can’t get any friction at all, and he’s justteasing.
Elias chuckles lowly beside my ear. “Patience, dear. Is it really that easy to get you worked up?”
I whine.How could I not get worked up when I’m completely at their mercy? When I’ve had their touch all over me this entire time with no relief?
“Please,” I beg again softly, but Elias only withdraws his touch entirely. I realize why when it’s replaced by the cool brush of leather.
“Found something else as well.” Caelan purrs as he clambers back onto the bed and settles between my bound thighs, trailing the tip of what I can only presume is the riding crop over my stomach, making the muscles quiver.The crop, and what?
Elias hums with approval at whatever other toy it is that Caelan has.
“Wh-what is it?”
“Oh, you’ll find out, doll.”
Then the wide tip of the crop strikes right against my cunt, and I shriek.
It’s more surprise than any real pain. He didn’t hit me hard enough to hurtthatbadly. It just smarts, stinging in a way that I can’t quite work out if it’s pain or pleasure.
Caelanlaughsand does it again, and I gasp and writhe against Elias’ hold.
“You wanted to be touched, didn’t you?”
I can only moan in response. He runs the crop firmly over the crotch of my panties, rubbing it between my legs and sending white-hot pleasure sparking through me.
“N-nngh! Caelan…” I whine.
“Fuckin’ adorable. Look how much you’re already dripping for us.”
