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He’s right. Despite how sensitive it is, it’s only getting me more turned on, not less.
Caelan leans in. I can feel his breath against me, his presence. Like this, I’m hyperaware of his low hum of power, a sort of electric quality.
“You gonna scream for me if I whip your cunt?”
I only moan.
My answer doesn’t matter. He’s going to find out first-hand either way.
That’s not where he hits first, though. He strikes the crop against my inner thigh with a sharp crack, then immediately dives in to bite over the top of the stinging mark left in its wake. And as if that wasn’t enough, Elias slides his hands around my throat, his grip tight enough to send a primal thrill of mixed fear and lust through me. He yanks my head back and viciously claims my mouth.
“Tighter,” I moan against his lips.Fuck. The feel of his hands around me like that—“Choke me, Master!”
There’s a moment’s pause, then Elias takes a sharp, aroused breath, and he obliges.
I groan, trembling against him as I offer myself in submission—his strong hands, those rough fingers, squeezing around my throat. He’s restricting my blood supply rather than putting pressure on my windpipe. It’s safer that way, but it’s still more than enough to make my head spin, and white stars burst behind my closed eyes. So heady and helpless.
And then the riding crop, making me jerk and squirm as Caelan strikes it against my thighs and between my legs, making me scream, just like he promised.
Both of their heated mouths on me, Elias’ tongue ravages my mouth and swallows my needy cries, while Caelan teases my bruised, stinging thighs with the graze of his teeth.
Their hands are all over me, and I can’t even keep track of whose touch is whose. There’s too much happening, and I can’t focus. It’s a lot. Pain and pleasure. I can barely breathe, but I love it, and just—yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
I wish I could touch them in return. That’s my only frustration. But the frustration is perfect, too, because their control is absolute, and I have no choice but to surrender my own desires and concede to their will instead. Surrendering to Elias and Caelan completely.
That doesn’t mean I’ll surrender quietly.
Caelan chuckles and teases my dripping core through my panties, and I finally break into a sob. “Please! More, I need—”
Elias’ grip on my throat tightens for just a moment of warning, and my eyes roll back behind the blindfold. “Youneed, darling?” he repeats dangerously.
I whimper. “P-please…”
“Hmm… Caelan?”
Caelan’s laugh sends shivers down my spine. “That’s right. I gotcha another present.”
“The knife?”
“Hah. Well, that too. If you can handle this without squirming too much.”
I don’t have long to ponder what he means by that, because the answer comes swiftly. The vibrator whirring to life is the only warning I get. Caelan slides the toy inside my panties and presses it right up against my clit.
“Oh,fuck!” My hips involuntarily buck up, seeking contact, and heat floods my face.
It’s a slim thing, a butterfly vibrator. It’s not even on the most powerful setting, but it’s enough to drive me wild. I can’t get away from the pleasure at all.
“So gorgeously responsive,” Elias murmurs, amused.
He finally let’s go of my throat for good, and I gasp in shuddering breaths at the same time as I moan at the loss. I feel him reach away, then there are more tugs on the harness around me, and the slide of more lengths of rope looping into my bindings.
“Mmm, Elias?” I ask. My voice comes out so shaky and needy.That damn vibrator—
“Trust me, dear,” he says, his smirk practically audible. Then Elias is gone. He was the only thing holding me up, and I lurch backward at the abrupt loss of support. But I never hit the bed. The ropes catch me in midair and yank me back up, my heart in my throat and a gasp on my lips.
Elias tugs on the ropes, holding me suspended in this new position. The bed shifts as he, I presume, moves to secure the ropes. The suspension hooks in the bed frame suddenly make a lot of sense.
