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The harness around my chest and hips is sturdy enough to take my weight, knees still bracing me against the covers, but my torso is completely raised. Almost horizontal above the bed, a gentle arch with my head falling back in a way that feels freeing.
Completely bound, suspended, and unable to move at all, yet there’s something beautifully liberating in the sensation of defying gravity. I breathe out and surrender myself to the entanglement of Elias’ bindings.
“Comfortable?” Elias sounds smug, so self-satisfied with his handiwork, but there is a genuine question in it.
I shift against the ropes and the vibrator in the process. That starts me back to reality and draws another whimper from me.
“I’d be more comfortable with your dick in me,” I mutter. It’s distracting, and the vibrations against me are making meache. I need to be filled so badly.
I wasn’t trying to be snarky. Caelan’s delighted laugh at my response catches me by surprise.
“Soon enough, doll,” Caelan promises. “But first…” He trails off, then a cold blade is pressed into my thigh.
Shit. The knife.Even knowing how skilled Caelan is with a blade, it sets a delicious chill of fear curling through my gut. That thing issharp, and I’m bound, helpless, and quivering.
Heat pulses through me in time with the toy's vibrations, my skin growing slick with sweat, and the drag of the metal knife tip trailing against me makes me gasp at the sharp, icy contrast.
It’s like when he played with me with the knife before. But worse. Because it’s not just Caelan, it’s Elias as well.Both of them, and the vibrator, and—
Elias takes my head between his hands, then his cock brushes against my cheek.Oh. Oh, damn.
“Can you handle both at once?” he asks. Caelan’s knife and Elias’ cock. They’re going to overwhelm me, they’re going to break me, I know it, but at the same time, that’s exactly what Iwant.
I nod, parting my lips to let him in.
Elias’ cock fills my mouth. My head is tilted all the way back to take him down my throat, swallowing around him as tears prick my eyes and I desperately try to breathe. There’s the biting sting of Caelan’s knife, teasingly nicking my flesh, and his tongue curling against the wounds he leaves. And the vibrator, set too low to push me over the edge, succeeds in leaving me wet and needy and so damn desperate.
I’m gone. I’m fucking gone. Senses overloaded, nerves fried, body flooded with pleasure, and it feels so good. Too good to even bear.Maybe this is what euphoria is.My mind feels miles away, suspended in the heady bliss of it all, and my body is their toy to use as they please.
I could stay like this forever, yet every moment passes by in an instant.
Elias comes down my throat, and at some point, Caelan casts the knife aside and pulls my panties out of the way so he can sink his cock into me, gripping my hips and fucking me until he’s done with me as well.
I can’t think. I can barely breathe. I’m half aware of the noises I’m making, moaning for them, my desperate, needy pleas, the screams when Caelan’s cock thrusts into me just right, but it sounds so distant to my own ears. I’m half aware of their noises too—the way Caelan groans as he fucks me and Elias’ panting breaths and filthy murmurs of encouragement.
I’m certain I must come at some point. Several times, probably. It all blurs into one mess of shuddering, white-hot pleasure, and it’sso good, so good, so good.
This must be what it feels like to die and go to heaven.
This is.
Heaven.
Eventually, I realize the new stillness I feel isn’t just the blissed out, floaty sensation of my mind. They have lowered me, and I’m being held in their arms.
I shift, groaning, and finally become aware of Elias murmuring my name.
A hand strokes my hair and another runs over my legs and arms, rubbing the chafed, reddened skin where the ropes were.Ropes?There are no ropes now. There’s a blanket wrapped around me instead.
The blindfold comes off, and I squint against the sudden brightness.
“Elias?” I murmur. “Caelan?”
“Think you might’ve gone a little subspacey on us there, doll,” Caelan says, huffing a laugh. He rubs my arms reassuringly, then leans up and kisses me.
I stare at him with eyes still glazed over. “Oh,” I say, brain not processing the thought at all.
“Are you all right?” Elias asks.
