Page 16 of Filthy Rich Daddies

Good girl.

“Would you like something soft or hard for them?”

“I dunno.”

Dealer’s choice, then. I go for the shiny handcuffs I had made to match those on the bar and toss them to Colin. He latches them onto her wrists, while I pass Dean a length of black rope.

She wonders aloud, “What’s that for?”

“We like to be thorough.” Dean ties it around the joining chain between the handcuffs, then methodically loops that behind the headboard and beneath the bed until he hands me the end.

I tie that to the middle of the spreader bar, and the length of the rope prevents her arms from dropping, keeping them at a forty-five-degree angle, hands near the top of the headboard. She istrussed and trusting. A dangerous combination in the wrong hands.

“Give us a squirm, pet,” Dean says as he climbs back onto the bed.

To her credit, she does. But she doesn’t panic when she realizes she can’t move much. “I guess…I’m at your mercy.”

“What’s your safeword, baby?” I ask. A gentle reminder.

“Giraffe.”

“Good girl.” I climb onto the bed near her open legs. “I’m going to touch you, baby. I’m going to do it until I’m satisfied. And then I might do it some more, just to make you dance for us.”

“Please,” she whispers. Our girl is aching for it.

“That’s right, sweets,” Colin says against her nipple. He’s right there, not taking it in his mouth, but letting her feel his hot breath. “Fucking beg for us.”

I can practically hear her heart beating against her ribs as she says, “Please. I need it.”

“Yes, you do, don’t you,” Colin teases, right before he sucks her nipple into his mouth, and she cries out.

That sound was all we needed.

Dean kisses her mouth while I stroke her clit. Her legs go crazy, unable to do much more than kick air. She’s so swollen there, so ripe. I bury my fingers into her wetness, savoring that slippery silk beneath my fingers until I reach her entrance.

Throbbing. I can feel her pulse here.

But it’s hard to notice anything other than her sounds. We’re all making her make them, but Dean gets to devour them, the lucky asshole.

She tightens around my two fingers, and her stomach tenses. I quicken my pace, in and out, fucking her tight body in the crudest way until I hear her wetness over her ragged moans. I curl my fingers until I find that spot and?—

“Fuck!” she chirps into Dean’s mouth loud enough for us all to hear it.

“Not yet, pet,” he cautions. “Let’s give your body a rest after what we did before?—”

“No, I need it, I need it so much! Please!”

Fuck, if I don’t love to make them beg.

But, I’m a stubborn old man with plans. “Not yet, baby.”

She whimpers, and this time, it’s Colin who takes her mouth. Dean trades her mouth for her tits, nibbling and sucking.

I opt for the same on her clit. She tastes too fucking delicious. It’s a good thing the bar keeps her legs where I need them—she might have kicked me off the bed with her enthusiasm.

While I suckle on her clit, my fingers don’t let up, scooping against her G-spot as she slowly goes mad. Thrust after thrust, I’m not stopping. We’re not stopping. It’s a full attack on her erogenous zones, and I slip my pinky lower. Not breaching her ass, but letting her know I could.

She bucks when I touch her there, or at least, she tries to. But the way she’s bound makes it all but impossible. Her stomach locks tight, and then the rest of her body does too, right as she comeson my fingers. Her orgasm tastes like heaven itself opened on my tongue.