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“The second goes here.” His hand slipped lower, and he was dipping inside her now, thick fingers stretching the opening, awakening nerve endings and spreading the moisture that had gathered there already. “And lastly, the third—” He rubbed a firm circle over her back hole, and Kimberly’s eyes widened at the shockingly pleasurable sensation. “—goes right here. Now, these other straps fit around you… like so.”
It felt a lot like getting her measurements taken as Dean fit the thing in place. He took the time to make sure her labia were spread so the toy had no interference and to assure nothing would pinch. There was a belt that went around her waist and attached front and back to the center one. Since it was all silicone, the material stuck to her like glue. Her eyes bugged out when he asked, “Is that tight enough?” And she nodded, so he smiled and tightened it even further.
While Dean fiddled, Sam continued to weave her into the rope corset. There were two tails trailing down the fronts of her thighs, and she felt the same over the cheeks of her ass. He was tying and tightening what felt like knots up her spine and stringing in the halter he made. The fit was snug, tight in a way that intrigued her and made her want to flex and press against her binds, the same way she’d wanted to lean into that fire.
Sam knelt behind her now and ran his hands over one of her thighs in a firm, soothing caress before he started weaving a different rope around it.
Kimberly groaned, feeling her body start to leave her control and become weightless. “God,” she breathed wantonly. The toy between her legs buzzed to life, and she yelped.
“Ah-ah-ah,” Dean said like a preschool teacher. “Every time you make a sound, any sound, these are going to come on. And though that may sound like fun in the beginning, just imagine coming, and coming, and not being able to utter a peep.” Kimberly arched a brow. She still didn’t see the downside of keeping quiet; sounded like unlimited orgasms to her. Dean looked so fucking smug as he took in her expression that she felt challenged. “Go ahead and keep thinking what you’re thinking, Kimberly. After about the fourth or fifth orgasm, you’ll be begging us to stop.”
Sam stood up behind her to whisper in her ear. “After the sixth or seventh, you’ll be screaming for us to.” Then he knelt to stitch up her other thigh.
“I think it’ll finally sink in around the tenth,” Dean mused thoughtfully, eyeing the remote in his hand. “Yeah, right about then is when I think you’ll finally understand this isn’t a reward at all but a little something we like to call… ‘funishment.’” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Maybe then you’ll get it. Only one problem with that though,” he added, as if troubled.
“By that time, you’ll be so far deep in subspace you won’t be able to be quiet, and the hits will just keep coming,” Sam told her as he came to stand next to Dean. “Or rather…youwill.”
Okay. Kimberly gulped. Maybe there was a downside to this after all. She nodded instead of speaking, told herself it was because she was taking this seriously and not because she thought they could win. She couldn’t help the small twitch of her lips, she still didn’t see much of a downside to unlimited orgasms, but hell, if that was the sacrifice she had to make, then that was her cross to bear.
Sam and Dean bumped shoulders.
“I still don’t think she gets it.” Dean asked, “Do you?”
“No,” Sam answered, looking like a man about to devour a feast. “But she will. What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”
“Brat,” Kimberly replied, and she barely managed to keep her tongue behind her teeth when she said it. The word just made her want to act out. To keep from giving in to bratty urges, she lowered her eyes, then gasped.
She was wrapped from breast to ankle in a multicolored web of silk. It looked like the kinkiest lingerie ever made with the knots and diamond spaces. He’d threaded the tails through different loops overhead and held them all like a puppet master. She would’ve chuckled… if it wasn’t so erotic.
“Anything pinching?” Sam tugged on several of the ropes in succession. As he did, different areas of her body tightened or moved.
“Oh fuck,” Kimberly breathed in astonishment.
“That wasn’t an answer to his question, Kimberly,” Dean told her, and the pad covering her back end started a slow, rolling massage. Kimberly moaned at the surprisingly pleasant sensation, and the pressure increased a fraction.Oops, shit.That felt way better than expected, and Kimberly reminded herself to keep her head in the game or she’d be proving them right.
“No, nothing pinches.” The buzzing stopped, and she breathed a huge sigh of relief. A relief short-lived when Sam tugged one of the ropes and tightened her corset as she exhaled, which left her no room to inhale.
Her mouth opened, but Dean waggled the remote at her, and she changed her mind. Sam eased the corset. He tugged another, and her right foot started to come off the floor. It slowly bent at the knee, and Kimberly watched in fascination as her leg was lifted without any effort on her part. He eased that one down, and her other leg got the same test. Then he pulled on a combination of some others, and she was lifted off the floor completely as if she were sitting in a hammock chair. One with a big ol’ hole cut out of the seat. Apparently satisfied with his artwork, Sam eased her back to her feet and smiled as if they were at a business meeting.
“Ready?” When she nodded as haughtily professional as she could manage, Dean turned on all three pads at once. It felt like three mouths down there, lapping and sucking at her everywhere all at once. Kimberly arched back with a gasp, and the ropes tied around her nipples were pulled taught by the action and had her yelping in surprise. Dean turned up the speed. Kimberly only yelped louder, then—mercifully—everything went off and loosened.
“When we ask you a question or give you an instruction,” Dean spoke like he was giving a lesson, “you are not going to get away with shit like that outside this room. So, starting now, let’s all act as if we aren’t here.” Sam rolled his eyes at Dean’s corny joke, but Kimberly wasn’t fooled by the teasing tone or lighthearted smile. She recognized the Dom who’d torched her into nirvana in that look. She stiffened her spine and nodded. She could do this.
“I’m ready,” she told them, and her breast began to lift from her chest as Sam pulled on the tails of the halter. Kimberly squeaked without thinking, and the center pad on her device came to life in a slow, sensual swirl. She tucked her lips inward and bit down on them to keep her mouth shut. The soft, undulating sensation continued as Sam pulled until her breasts were at the edge of discomfort. She had never longed for a mouth on her nipples more than she did in that moment. The ropes had restricted the blood flow, and they pricked with jolts of sensation on nerve endings she hadn’t been aware of until now. Her breasts felt heavy with need.
“For this next part,” he told her, “I’m going to let you keep your feet on the ground. At least for the time being. The breast harness will be sufficient to keep you in place. Dean? Demonstrate?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Dean said and flipped a switch. The pad over her clit whirred to life and had her shooting to her toes. Then right back down again as her imprisoned breasts were pulled unbearably tight. The tension eased as soon as she quit struggling, but she was helpless to do anything about the involuntary moan that escaped her.
The pad picked up speed. Colors began to blend as those soft, squishy balls pressed and rolled over the ultra-sensitive tissues above and around—not just on—her clit. The buzzing stopped, and Kimberly went limp with relief. This was going to be harder than she thought.
As soon as she relaxed, Sam pulled on a couple strands, and the bindings around her thighs tightened… a lot. They squeezed, and somehow the sensation was erotic. The restriction of blood flow, the tight compression on her muscles, felt incredible, and when he finally eased the hold and allowed blood flow back in, the rush of heat and release of tension was so delicious a moan rolled from her lips without her consent. The center pad activated, and the jolt was so unexpected that Kimberly jumped. The jump resulted in a sharp tug on her breasts and what felt like a sharp pinch of both nipples, and she was helpless to hold back her cry. The anal pad came to life then.
“Oh fuck!” Kimberly yelped. The men laughed—the sadists—and the last pad clicked on. “Oh shit! Wait! No, oh fuck! Shut up!”
“That would be my advice,” Dean told her, his voice thick and rich as honey. The three pads were all rolling and roiling in different directions, each hitting a different spot, then churning to torment another. Moans and small cries started escaping from behind clenched teeth with every breath, and as they did, Dean changed the speed and pressure of the pads.
Kimberly tried to adjust her stance to ease the increasing friction, and every time she did, the halter tightened on her restricted breasts like squeezing hands and tweaked at her nipples with biting force.
