Page 65 of Stick Around,
Enzo circled me, the rope trailing from his hands like an extension of his body. “I want to create something special on you. Something that highlights all these gorgeous curves.”
I’d never felt there was anything particularly special about my body, but the way the three of them looked at me like I wasthe centerpiece of some feast they couldn’t wait to devour made me feel like a goddess.
“What do you need me to do?” My voice had dropped to a whisper.
“Stand still and let me work.” Enzo stepped behind me, bringing the first loop of rope across my collarbone.
The rope sliding against my skin was soft but sturdy, like a firm caress as he began creating intricate patterns across my body. His fingers worked with precise movements as he brought the rope around my torso.
Kellan moved to stand in front of me, his eyes darkening as he watched Enzo work. “Have you fantasized about being tied up before?”
I shook my head as Enzo created diamond patterns across my chest that framed my breasts without touching them directly. The slight pressure as he adjusted certain sections, the gentle friction as he manipulated the patterns, was like he was physically touching me.
Reid stepped closer, his fingertips tracing above the rope lines across my collarbone. “Can we touch her?”
Enzo nodded, continuing his methodical weaving as he moved the ropes around my ribs, creating an intricate harness. “Don’t disturb the lines I’ve already set.”
That was all the permission Reid needed. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck while his hand cupped my breast, thumb grazing over my nipple. I inhaled sharply at his touch and the ropes tightened around my torso.
Kellan moved behind me, pressing against my back as his hands slid around to my stomach, dipping lower. “Color?”
“Green,” I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder as his fingers found my center, already slick with desire.
Enzo continued his work, now bringing the rope between my legs in a way that pressed against my most sensitive areas with every slight movement. The pattern continued up my back, seeming to connect every nerve ending in my body.
Reid’s mouth closed around my nipple, his tongue swirling as he sucked gently, then with increasing pressure that had me whimpering. Between his mouth, Kellan’s fingers stroking me from behind, and the rope’s constant pressure, I was rapidly approaching the edge.
“Not yet.” Enzo tugged a section of rope that tightened everything simultaneously. “I’m not finished decorating her.”
My legs trembled as Enzo continued his work, creating elaborate patterns down my thighs while Reid and Kellan touched, kissed, and tasted every available inch of skin but never let me go over the edge.
Reid dropped to his knees, his tongue replacing Kellan’s fingers between my legs, while Kellan’s mouth worked its way across my shoulders and neck, occasionally catching my earlobe between his teeth.
“Please,” I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for as the three of them worked in tandem until I was nothing but a bundle of raw nerves and desperate need.
“Almost done.” Enzo made a final few adjustments before stepping back to admire his work. “Perfect.”
Reid reluctantly pulled away from between my legs, leaving me teetering on the edge of release. Kellan’s hands stilled on my breasts, and suddenly all three men were simply looking at me, their expressions a mix of awe and hunger.
“Turn her toward the mirror,” Enzo instructed.
Reid and Kellan gently guided my trembling body until I faced the full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door. I gasped at the reflection staring back at me.
The burgundy ropes created an intricate web across my body, highlighting curves I’d never appreciated before. Diamond patterns framed my breasts, a complex harness accentuated my waist, and delicate lines traced down my thighs. The ropes between my legs created a subtle pressure that kept me constantly aware of my arousal.
“Do you see now?” Enzo’s voice was rough with desire as he stood behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “Do you see how fucking beautiful you are?”
“A masterpiece,” Kellan added, his hand trailing along the lines of rope across my stomach.
Reid knelt beside me, pressing a kiss to my hip. “Perfect.”
For once in my life, looking at my reflection, I believed them. The ropes transformed me, not by hiding my flaws but by celebrating every curve, every stretch mark, every part of me.
My legs trembled beneath me as I stared at my reflection, hardly recognizing the woman looking back. I didn’t realize how my fiancé cheating on me had affected my body image, but staring at myself now, all of that was gone.
My breath hitched as Reid slowly stood, his hand trailing up my bound leg until he reached the junction of my thighs. He gently tugged at the rope pressed between my folds, hitting me with a shock of pleasure.
I whimpered, my hips instinctively pushing forward.