Page 49 of UnWholly Angels (Crestview Cardinals #1)
My fingers trailed along her body and over each intricate piece of knot while I went over rules and safety measures.
A moan elicited from her each time I pressed the soft material into her skin, all the way to her exposed backside.
Her pussy was glistening with wetness, and my cock hardened as I swiped at it with two fingers and brought it to my lips.
Fuck, I’ll never get sick of seeing her like this.
Resting my hand on the soft, supple flesh, I spoke seductively to her.
“I need you to understand something, Freckles.” If you would have asked me a few years ago whether or not I would be standing here with this woman bound and at my mercy, I probably would have told you to kick rocks.
A tightness spread throughout my abdomen, a newfound fire coursing through my veins.
Needing to feel her lips on mine, I moved in front of her, fisting my hand in her locks to tilt her head exactly where I needed it, and moved my mouth over hers in a slow, passionate kiss.
She reciprocated, moaning into it when my teeth grazed her bottom lip.
The downside to this was that I couldn’t feel her touch, and I desperately needed to feel her fingertips turn my back into a murder scene.
Those wounds are a constant trophy, showing everyone that I was hers as much as she was mine.
“Those you fucked before me…Your past, doesn’t matter anymore,” I whispered softly, directly to her. “Nobody but me, and those we choose to share it with.” I released her hair and kicked my pants off, shoving them to the side. “I’m all yours, Maya. All yours.”
My dick stood at attention, precum glistening from the tip, and I used it to run my hand up and down my shaft, teasing her.
Her face contorted into one of pure desire as she licked her lips for me, but that wouldn’t happen right now, no matter how desperate I was to have her mouth wrapped around me.
There was a shift in the room for the both of us; I knew she felt it, too.
The longing, anticipation. A raw need of lives filled with desire and lonely nights.
All of the feelings we buried igniting a flame that might flicker from time to time, but never fizzled out, and I kept that in mind as the door opened slowly, Lux walking toward us in the familiar spray painted mask.
At that moment, all I felt was home, a place I hadn't felt in a while.
Two of the people I cared about most in one room.
He mulled over my handywork, his low whistle of approval as he admired the masterpiece in front of him.
"She looks fucking perfect," he said with a low growl, like I hadn’t done this a million times before.
“Some of your best work, King.” Even though I trusted Lux, I watched them both closely when Maya piped up, struggling against the ropes.
“Are you sure Chloe is okay with this?” she questioned, meeting Lux’s eyes as he ran a calloused thumb over her plump lips. Maya whimpered as a subtle growl came from him. Lux’s mouth latched onto her nipple, licking and sucking at the hardening flesh.
"Actually, if you’re up for it, she wants to watch us fill your holes," he said. She nodded her head in anticipation, but it wasn’t enough for me.
"Use your words, Maya,” I demanded, moving around her suspended body, itching to touch her.
“Do you want Chloe to touch herself while you get filled?” The anticipation was killing me, and my dick swelled painfully at the thought she’d be taking her brother-in-law's cock while her sister, for all intents and purposes, watched.
What a lucky fucking man I am.
“Yes, please. Make her watch.” The words dripped hotly from her lips, soaked with need and begging to be filled in all ways possible. Her pussy glistened with wetness, begging for me.
"Good girl, already so wet and ready to play. Blindfold her, Lux.” He nodded, setting up his phone so that Chloe had a front row seat before grabbing it. Once he tried to place it over her eyes, Maya jerked back. Her body tensed, and I put a soothing hand over her, rubbing along her back.
“What’s going through your head right now.
No blindfold?” I asked, unsure of why she was so apprehensive.
Lux and I exchanged a look of concern, waiting.
He knelt, and she shook her head, regaining her composure after a moment.
For a moment, it looked as if she was afraid to tell us, and I wouldn’t be touching her until we knew how to proceed.
I raised my head toward Chloe, hoping she could be of some help.
Chloe’s voice rang through the speaker, encouraging her. “Maya, we all love you, tell them. They don’t need to know why, but they can’t respect what they don’t know. If you don’t want this, use your voice.”
She gave a sharp intake of breath and an answer. “I want this,” she breathed. “No blindfolds. I need to know what you guys are doing. I'm sorry.”
Thank you, Chloe .
I could only imagine how scary it was for her right now, fully submissive and helpless against the two men at each end of her body. “Don’t ever be sorry Maya, but this is the last time I’ll ask. Any hard limits that you are sure of?”
She shivered, letting out a shaky breath.
“No electricity play and no impact play with objects.”
“What about our hands or gags?” I asked.
Lux’s eyes remained locked on mine until she answered calmly, and we exchanged a glance.
“Hands are okay, and so are gags, and we have our hand signal.”
We both nodded at each other before continuing.
I was proud of her, but Nick’s warning from a couple of months ago echoed in my head.
We needed to go slow, work on things. With her admission, we could begin and use her in just the way she needed.
Before I knew it, my hand connected with the soft flesh of her ass, a loud crack echoing around the room.
Again.
She cried out as the smack caused ripples across her smooth ass. “Count.”
“One.” She called out with a shuddered breath. The reddened skin called out to me as it spread across both cheeks. Again, my hand came down on her, moving lower. “Two.”
“You’re already dripping, seems to me like you're enjoying this.” I groaned, delivering a blow to her glistening pussy.
“Three!”
“So sensitive.”
Spank.
Spank.
Spank.
At this point, her skin looked like it would break open at any moment, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop living in this moment. She tried her best to lift her ass, presenting more, exactly where I wanted her to be. She was enjoying this as much as I was.
I repeated the torture until she screamed an incredibly sexy mix, a painful cry complemented by a moan. One hand stroked my cock as I moved the other to knead the sensitive skin on her ass.
"Made it to ten, Maya," I chuckled lowly. “How does it feel?” No Answer and another strike. She screamed out, her body tensing against the ropes.
“I think she’s afraid to admit just how much she likes it.
Just look at how well she’s taking it.” Lux hummed against her neck, lifting the mask just enough to lick the trail of tears from her cheek.
“Are you ashamed of how much you like the pain?” The whole room was silent aside from her shuddered breaths and the movement of the ropes as they swung her body around.
“The loss of control, the pain I…I like it,” she whimpered.
My upper lip twitched into a smile at her confession, and I was more than willing to give her more.
As much as her screeching turned me on, I needed to be inside her.
As if she could read my feral mind, she made the request I was looking for, one she wanted to ask this morning, and I was nothing more than obligated to give it to her. “Please fuck me, King. I need you.”
Normally, that was far from how things worked, and Lux’s wide eyes attested to that, dropping to the woman below us. While covered by the mask, I could only imagine the shit-eating grin that was plastered on his face as realization dawned on him too. Maya was in control.
Once I built her up, we’d all be on our knees for her.
For now, though, she was my toy to play with.
I delivered one last blow beneath the curve of her ass before taking my place behind her, placing each thumb on her labia and spreading her open to blow cool air into her hole.
One thumb moved down the rope to place the smallest amount of pressure over her swollen clit.
“Anything for you, Freckles.”