Page 109 of Ruler

Throwing my arms across his neck, I force him to bend until our lips touch. As soon as I feel another of my men move closer, I break the kiss and look over my shoulder.

“Close your eyes, Cia,” Gus rasps.

Fabric is slid across my eyes, making it impossible to sneak a peek of what’s going on. Knowing I can’t do anything but take what they dish out causes gooseflesh to erupt along my arms and a shiver works its way down my spine as I do. My body is hyper alert, ready for anything. I’m slightly disappointed when I for the longest time can’t hear anything but their feet moving around, and my own heavy breathing.

I jump as something is gently placed inside my ears, then I relax as sounds of the ocean fill my ears. The musical sounds, that alternate between waves crashing and gently licking at the shore, make it increasingly hard to keep my eyes shut. I want to see them, know what they’re doing. Somehow I manage, though.

Without the ability to hear or see, I’m completely at their mercy, and it’s thrilling. My pulse skyrockets as one of them moves behind me, gently gathering my hair in their hands. At first I think I’m in for a scalp massage, that’s not what’s going on though. Wait… are they braiding my hair? It sure feels like it.

I try to sneakily move my hands back to touch whomever is sitting behind me, but someone intercepts by wrapping their hand around my wrist, squeezing until I gasp and try to break free of the hold. Then my arms are hoisted above my head, and I feel the cold metal of what can only be handcuffs closing around my skin. This is undoubtedly the price of me trying to sate my curiosity.

As much as I want to argue it isn’t fair, I’m too intrigued and horny to put up a fight. Especially since I can’t even hear if anyone answers me.

Steady hands on my shoulders massage my muscles. I think I moan at the delicious pressure they add. Another pair of hands glide up my legs while the third pair moves all across my stomach, tits, and back. I’m pretty sure they’re rubbing some kind of lotion into my skin, and it’s doing its trick.

I’m so relaxed, boneless almost, that I scream with surprise as something burns. “What the hell?” Four hands dig into my flesh, holding me in place as I try to move away from the burning sensation.

Of course, that only makes them tighten their grip on me while dripping something onto my skin. I stop trying to move, and instead open my senses. As soon as I can focus, I smell the telltale scent of wax and fire.

Oh! They’re dripping wax over me.

I squirm as some of the wax drips down on my nipple, and I hiss in… not pain. It hurts, yes, but it’s a good hurt—delicious even, and it has me panting and moaning in record time. I’m faintly aware of someone attempting to nudge my legs apart, and because I’m so eager, I help them out. Without my sight I’m not as graceful as I’d like to be, but my men are quick to steady me and help me.

My breath hitches as fingers prod against my pussy and ass simultaneously. I cry out in pleasure as another wax-drop lands between my tits, or maybe I’m screaming. Without the two senses I rely on the most, it’s hard to tell.

I pull against my restraints as both digits breach their respective openings in perfect tandem. My body squeezes around them, and I’m pretty sure I cry out from ecstasy. More wax coats my exposed flesh, nowhere is safe from the burning drops. Shoulders, tits, stomach, thighs, inner thighs, legs, back, and my buttocks—it’s everywhere, and I love it.

“More,” I demand.

It’s not until a hand wraps around my braided hair, pulling hard at the strands that I realize I’ve closed my legs. This time it’s easier to not lose my balance as I spread wider. I let my head fall back against the body behind me. My body is trembling from anticipation and I feel like I might just lose it if someone doesn’t fuck me soon.

I’m startled by something soft dancing across my skin. A feather, perhaps. I barely get to finish the thought before I feel cold metal against my inner thigh. “Yes,” I hiss, already knowing what it is. When I barely feel the cut being made, I can’t help but wonder if what I felt was just wishful thinking.

Then a fiery stinging sensation erupts. It’s much more potent than the other times I’ve been cut. The whimper escaping my clenched jaw is a mixture of pain and pleasure, sure. But it’s also a plea for more.

I’m just about to beg them to continue when the knife slices me again. This time it’s further up on my thigh, closer to my hip. Whoever is wielding the knife, probably Kai, isn’t holding back anymore. I count five cuts before I’m distracted by the fingers inside me, and that’s all it takes before I come again.

“Kai! Liam! Gus!” I cry out their names while my arms seek for any of my men to hold on to. “I’m… I… keep going.”

There’s something about not knowing what to anticipate that makes me feel so much more than normal. I feel like I’m approaching a frenzy as my body tightens. I scream nonsensically as wave after wave of pleasure makes it nearly impossible to stand upright.

I gasp as I’m being lifted into the air, and I waste no time squeezing my thighs around their waist. However, with the blood dripping from my cuts, I know I can’t hold myself up. Another body comes up behind me, boxing me in so I can’t fall. Even though I trust them completely, I can’t deny it’s nice knowing I’m secure. Especially since my arms are still cuffed above my head.

As soon as the man in front of me sinks into my soaked cunt, I know who it is. I bite down on my lip to hide my knowing grin because I still don’t want them to know I can tell them apart by their dicks. That’s my secret.

Liam pushes me closer to the person behind me while thrusting into me with wild abandon. When someone else cups my chin and turns my head so he can claim my lips, it becomes clear it’s Gus.

I greedily kiss him back, loving the way his stubble feels on my smooth skin. The kiss is uncoordinated and sloppy. Our teeth clash as Liam’s pumps drive me closer, which just makes it hotter.

Without letting go of Gus’ mouth, I arch my back and greedily rub my ass along Gus’ shaft, silently begging him to fill my ass. As I open my mouth to ask, nay, to beg, my buttocks are spread, and something wet slips down my crack. Then I feel the crown of his dick pushing against my tight ring.

Hands slide to my tits, kneading and plucking. I’m so close to coming again I can practically taste it. But as my muscles tighten, I’m again feeling something is missing since I can’t hear them.

Pulling away from Gus’ mouth, I pant, “I want to hear you.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, the wireless headphones are pulled from my ears, and for a hot minute it feels like I’m being drowned in noise. I can hear everything from birds chirping to the heavy pants and groans of my men.

“I love hearing you,” I moan, needing them to know how much their sounds spur me on.

It’s weird to hear my own voice now. I sound as needy as I feel.

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