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He’s holding me by the back of the neck and cornering me in the empty elevator. The look he’s giving me is intense and it ignites something warm and needy in my belly.
I regret doing anything that would make him hurt or upset with me, but right now…I’m not regretting it much at all. Because I know once we get into that hotel room, it’s going to be all worth it.
The elevator carries us up to our floor and when the doors slide open, Drake bends down and tosses me over his shoulder. His hand lands hard against the flesh of my ass. I let out a shriek as he carries me down the hall. Hunter unlocks the door and opens it.
Once we’re inside, Drake tosses me on the bed. I land with a bounce and he grabs my ankles, yanking me to the edge. Grabbing me by the back of my head, he hauls my mouth to his for a brutal, biting kiss.
“I’m going to fuck some sense into my girl tonight,” he mutters into my mouth.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Hunter pull something out of his bag. I have to turn my head to see what it is, and arousal burns in my core at the sight of the black, nylon rope. He tosses it toward us on the bed before he drops into the chair in the corner.
“Tie her up,” he says in low, sexy command.
My gaze drifts back up to Drake, who’s grinning maniacally at me. He picks up the rope and seems to contemplate his next move.
“Make it so she can’t move. Then we’ll make her watch,” Hunter replies. His voice is smoky and sexy, a clear sign that he’s turned on. My thighs clench at the idea of watching them.
Drake reaches down and pulls on the hem of my dress, swiping it over my head in one quick movement. I kick off each shoe and pull down my panties as he works off his black button-up shirt.
When I’m completely naked, he pulls me to my feet and puts my hands behind my back in preparation for the box tie. He works fast, winding the rope around my chest and arms, and I slowly relax into the knots.
Lifting me by the waist when he’s done, he sets me on the bed in a kneeling position. And when he starts wrapping rope around my thighs and calves, I know he’s about to do the frog tie.
I love watching Drake work. He’s come so far over the years with his knots. Whereas he’s normally restless and constantly fidgeting, when he’s working on his ropes, he’s cool and focused. Part of that is because I know he’s taking good care not to hurt me or tie too tight.
My eyes drift to his face as he finishes up my second leg, and I bite my bottom lip as it stretches into a small smile. My heart is overflowing for him. It’s love and pride and gratitude.
When I catch Hunter’s eyes across the room, I read the same look on his face.
I literally love them both so much it hurts.
When Drake is done, my legs are bound in the kneeling position with the top of each leg tied to the bottom. My arms are held behind my back. I can’t move an inch.
“Beautiful work,” Hunter says softly, admiring Drake’s rope tying. “Now, come here.”
Drake saunters over, and I let out a whimper when he leans down and crashes his mouth against Hunter’s. They are eagerly grabbing onto each other, tearing at each other’s clothes.
Moisture pools between my open thighs as Drake kneels between Hunter’s legs in nothing but his boxer briefs. Working down his zipper, Drake pulls out Hunter’s cock and wraps his hand around the hard length.
Ravenously, he licks and kisses it from the base to the tip. Hunter’s head falls back in pleasure as he lets out a raspy, deep groan. Drake’s head bobs up and down, moaning and humming as he goes.
Watching these two people I love bring each other pleasure is nothing like what I expected. Their pleasure is mine. I don’t need to even touch them to get the satisfaction of watching them touch each other. It’s made hotter only by the fact that it was a long, hard road to this moment.
I never thought my husband would come out. I thought the trauma of his childhood would forever imprison him in a life where he deprived himself of his own truth. He has loved Drake far longer than he cared to admit. So to see him so happy and comfortable in this relationship now is the hottest and most fulfilling thing I could imagine.
Hunter buries a hand in Drake’s hair and pulls his mouth from his lap. “Get the lube and bend the fuck over.”
Drake stands from the floor and scurries to their bag in the corner. While he’s gone, Hunter stands and pulls his tie from around his neck and walks over to where I’m kneeling on the bed, still bound and frozen in place.
I bite my bottom lip as he places one knee on the bed. His cock is still hard and hanging from the front of his pants.
“He did a good job, but he forgot something,” he says in a low raspy tone.
Then, he wraps the silk tie around my mouth and ties it behind my head. It slips between my lips, keeping me from talking as I’m forced to watch them without being able to touch myself at all.
Hunter shrugs off the rest of his clothes, lazily stroking his dick as Drake returns, holding the small clear bottle in his hand. Hunter takes the lube in one hand and wraps the other around Drake’s throat. Hauling him to his mouth for a kiss, I let out another whimper as I watch them biting and devouring each other’s lips.
Using his hold on Drake’s neck, Hunter shoves him into a bent position over the bed. He then pours lube onto his fingers and onto Drake’s ass, making him moan.
