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“We should take her down,” Don murmurs, “get her cleaned up, force her to calm down a little.”
“I have something in mind,” North says smirking. “Before we get to fuck her.”
The mewl that leaves me is primal and helpless.
Frost laughs. “She doesn’t stand a chance. I bet her legs are jelly.”
When they untie me from the cross, I’m so grateful, so desperate for an end to this torturous build up. Don pulls medown carefully, cradling me in his arms and I curl into him, ready for a nap in all honesty.
“Frost,” North says, his voice like a whip.
“Yes, boss?” he asks, his voice dripping with amusement.
“Go lie on the queening bench. You’re going to make her come again.”
Don’s chest vibrates with the rumble of a chuckle, and I risk a peek at Frost. He looks astounded.What the fuck is a queening bench?I shiver.
“Relax Sugar, you’re going to enjoy this,” Don tells me before adding in a low whisper, “Give him hell.”
He carries me over to where Frost is lying. A sort of leather padded bench that’s low to the ground. He’s naked and his long cock is standing to attention. The sight makes my mouth water – especially because I can’t see his face behind the black padded leather box covering his entire head.
“Do you want him restrained, Sugar?” Don asks. Something in his tone tells me he wants me to answer affirmatively, so I nod. “Use your words. You’re in charge now.”
“Restrain him,” the words slip past my lips with a confidence that surprises me. Don’s smirk turns definitely sexy, and he sets me down on top of the box – right over Frost’s face. “Sit tight, Sugar, while I oblige.”
He makes quick work of trying the three wide leather straps across Frost’s chest, abdomen and thighs, which seems to make Frost’s cock strain even more.
Soft hands skim my thighs, making me jump.
“And his hands,” I tell Don.
Wint chuckles and shakes his head, walking away to sit beside Dash while Don does my bidding, removing my wrist cuffs and placing them on Frost before attaching his wrists to loops at the bottom of the box. The sight of him restrained so fully makes my breath hitch. I roll my bottom lip between myteeth, wondering what happens next. I’m free to move, and right now I want to crawl down the length of him and take his cock in my mouth. Maybe tease and torment him as payback for controlling that vibrator so mercilessly.
“Frost is going to make you come, Floss. But he’s also going to follow your orders. Unfortunately for you, you have to follow mine.”
I frown at North’s words. How on earth can Frost make me come when he’s completely restrained? And what does he mean I have to follow his orders?
“Frost. Demonstrate.”
I yelp and leap up off the padded box when the warm, wet swipe of Frost’s tongue touches my sex.
“What the fuck?!” I yell, staring down at the box where I didn’t notice the face-sized oven hole cut out. Fuck, I must be orgasm drunk not to have seen or felt that.
Frost grins up at me. “Hi, Bambi.”
Holy shit that’s hot.
“Do that again,” I say with a grin, climbing back onto the box and getting comfortable. North chuckles.
“You like that?”
“Fuck yesssss,” I hiss as Frost goes again. “What did you call this and where can I get one?”
Don laughs, his deep rumble filling the room. “It’s called a queening bench. Sometimes a queening stool or chair without the body board he’s strapped to. And if you like it that much Sugar, I’ll make you one myself.”
“Please,” I sigh, tipping my head back and closing my eyes. My earlier exhaustion is forgotten as Frost’s tongue slides between the silken folds, and my body trembles. I clench my teeth and buck my hips as he rolls over my clit then goes back to laving my lips. “So good.”
“You like the feel of his tongue on you?” North asks.
