Page 49 of Gilded Locks

A strange hum broke the silence, and it took her a moment to realize that incoherent muttering was coming from her.

Stone had come to stand in front of her again. He stroked the damp hair from her temple and pressed a kiss to her head, his voice a low rasp as he whispered into her ear, “I can only imagine what they’re thinking as they watch you submit so beautifully. They’re probably hard as granite and jealous as hell that I got to you first. I wonder if they’ll be able to stay away.”

A whimper of distress left her throat, but she was too distracted by the overwhelming intrusion to form words.

“There, there, little thief. It won’t stay this way for long. I only wanted to show you what you could handle. Do you want it out?”

She nodded.

“Say please, Stone.”

“Please, Stone.”

“Very well.” He moved behind her and gently repositioned her hands into a resting position on the bolster. This made the beads a little more tolerable. “I think this one’s too big.” He pulled and she felt immediate relief. But there were still several inches inside of her. “Oh, no. I think I’ve taken too much. That one’s too small now that I’ve stretched you.”

“Fucker!” Her objection turned into a guttural moan as he inserted more beads inside of her. Then he started to tug gently, not removing the rope, but stirring all sorts of sensations.

“Ah, I think that one is just right.” His free hand reached between her legs with clinical precision, and he penetrated her with one long finger. “Feel that, Goldilocks? You’re all wet with honey, and this big bear loves honey.”

The pain had moved into something else, something she couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t a pleasure, but it also wasn’t anything she was in a rush to stop.

“That’s it. Give over to the sensations. Your body belongs to us, now. No need to think or rationalize or waste a single breath on shame. Just feel.” He breached her pussy with another finger. “So tight.” He twisted his fingers and tickled her taint. “That’s the beads. Imagine what it will feel like to have two cocks inside of you like this.”

Her body shivered beneath his touch as he adjusted the beads again, now moving in tandem with his fingers. She was on the precipice of something wicked. Something earth-shattering.

“That’s it. Let me hear you. Let my brothers hear what a good little slut you are for your masters.”

Part of her wished she had the strength and cleverness to bite him, but what he was doing to her felt too good. She needed the reward. So close. Just a second longer and she would?—

His touch disappeared.

“You fucker!”

He laughed at her fury. “You didn’t think it would be that easy, did you?”

“I was right there?”

“No. You were on the cusp of something underwhelming and passing. I plan to give you much, much more.” He refilled the glass of water and brought it to her lips. “Drink.”

This time, she welcomed the cool water. Her throat still hurt from Hunter, and her mouth was dry from moaning. She swallowed down every drop.

“Good girl.” She watched as he placed the beads back on the table and collected the oil and the small diamond knob. “This should be cake, now that we’ve proven what you can take.”

She had to agree with him.

“Head down.”

She obeyed without objection. She even held her cheeks open so he could insert it quickly, grunting as he pressed the plug all the way in. It only reached the length of maybe two of the smaller beads on the rope, so she adjusted quickly.

“What a fast learner you are. Time to move.” He lifted her off the bolster before she was ready, making her that much more aware of the plug. He set her down on the mattress, dressed in only a satin sheet. “Down on all fours.”

She looked back at him in question. What was going to happen once she got down there?

“Should I get the crop?”

“No.” She moved into position. A sharp and sudden buzzing disrupted the silence.

He kneeled behind her upturned ass—still hard as a rock but no longer wearing pants—and tapped the enormous black, silicone vibrator to her clit. She sucked in a breath and leaned into him with a moan.