Chapter 27~
The deliciously familiar bite of the cold metal around my wrists heightens my fear and my desire. For a brief moment, I hear shuffling around me but no one speaks. The sounds of belts coming undone, and zippers unzipping blast through the room like gunshots.
Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift plays softly in the background; which is oddly perfect. I never in my wildest dreams would have thought I would be at the center of attention of four of the creepiest, sexiest men I”ve ever laid eyes on. Granted, I don”t know what they really look like, but their terrifying masks, their confident stances, their dominating auras... Hot dang! Can you have an orgasm without being touched??
With the blindfold covering my vision, I struggle to stay present. The horrific feeling of being completely out of control and at the mercy of these men is completely scarousing. You know, equal parts scary and arousing. But I still have to focus on calming my racing heart. Either that or I”m going to have a heart attack. And that would just be embarrassing.
A warm, wet tongue dips near my clavicle, tracing a path up my neck towards my ear, and gently nibbles. His scent is crisp and clean; like charcoal soap with menthol. It”s heady, yet oddly familiar. I feel his smooth skin and groan out as he sucks the lobe into his mouth with a rumbling moan as if I”m the tastiest treat he”s ever had. My pussy clenches and I can feel my arousal pooling in my jeans.
A voice from the other side startles me momentarily. “Did you follow my directions like a good girl?” E’s voice sends tingles straight to my core and I momentarily forget what his directions were.
A large hand palms my breast roughly before slowly making a pathway over my shirt. I cringe and try to suck in as he faintly traces a line down my stomach before I feel the cool air hit a tiny sliver of my belly. His fingers stop right at the top of my jeans; the tips slipping just underneath but not going any further. I thrust my hips up, already so on edge that the possibility of combusting seems highly probable.
“Tell me? Did you follow directions?” His voice is sterner this time, and I have to fight through the lust filling my brain to remember what he’s talking about.
“Y-yes. N-no panties.” I pant out. Male groans fill the room, causing me to become delirious with confidence from knowing I affect them at least half as much as they affect me.
A delicious mouth starts peppering kisses along my neck at the same time my pants are unzipped. My flats fall to the floor as my pants are ripped off of my legs with an urgency that makes my toes curl.
Then, hands descend all over my body. A mixture of rough and smooth fingertips touches every exposed inch of my skin. My brain short-circuits as the sensations overwhelm me and arousal leaks down my thighs. Nerve endings are firing faster than my brain can process.
Until someone lifts my shirt.
I suck in a deep breath, feeling as if ice water was suddenly dumped over my body. I desperately try sucking in my stomach as I scream out, “Shirt on!”
A delectably smooth, sensual voice glides over my other ear like icing on a cinnamon roll. “Your shirt is still on, flower. You never said we couldn’t lift it to expose these juicy breasts.”
He follows up his statement by scraping his teeth across my pulse. At the same time, someone else massages my breast through my bra, and four large hands begin trailing along my body. All 4 are rough to the touch, but one pair uses gentle pressure to glide up my legs from my knees, while the other pair of hands works his hands down my sides, starting from below my breasts. As the 2 pairs of hands get closer towards the part of my body that is aching for them, one man sucks in my earlobe and another sucks the skin on the other side of my neck. A highly indecent moan rips from my chest and I’m momentarily stunned stupid.
Icing voice chuckles and lays kisses across my jaw, dangerously close to my lips. Turning my head away, I silently remind him of my rule. Not that I think guys particularly enjoy kissing but, you know.
“What the fuck is that?” Everything seems to freeze in time. My breaths come out in harsh pants like I’m seconds from a cardiac event.
The two hands that are at the top of my thighs dig deep into my skin, causing me to squeak from the force.
“B… what is this?” The growly voice isn’t E and hovers near my stomach area.
The two hands that were traveling down my sides suddenly disappeared. A single, rough finger trails down the side of my right hip, right over my fresh cuts. I flinch from the small, biting pain. Oh, fork! I forgot about those. Wait…it’s none of their concern.
“I, um, it’s nothing.” I stammer out, trying and failing to sound firm in my conviction while simultaneously trying to process the whiplash from flying high and overwhelmed to dipping low and overwhelmed.
The melted icing voice responds with such a deep, sexual undertone that I feel my pussy clench around nothing. “Is my precious flower into knife play?”
His scent is leathery mixed with eucalyptus. It”s a strange combination, but it matches his bedroom voice; overpowering and erotic. I swear to everything holy that he could have asked me if he could cut off my left leg and I would respond with the same answer. “Y-yes.” I moan, arching my back.
The odd thing is, I”m not. My cuts aren”t kink-related. They”re to help ground me. But, they don’t need to know that.
His answering groan vibrates through my body and I’m done for. It pains me to admit, I’m willing to pretend to like anything just so I can hear that sound again.
Suddenly, it”s like someone pushes ‘play’ on the scene. My thighs are wrenched wide and a hot tongue swipes me from ass to clit. I try to pull back, squeaking in surprise. But, I can’t go anywhere since a large arm clamps across my lower belly, effectively preventing me from moving.
“Oh my God!” I scream as whoever’s between my legs begins to attack my clit with fervor. Someone near me flips my bra down, exposing my nipples to the cool room. Another mouth sucks a hickey on my neck.
I’m drowning in sensations, struggling hard against the cuffs that are digging painfully into my wrists. But the thrill of being chained up and at their mercy overrides any sense of fear.
A thick finger enters me and a rumbling groan vibrates through my clit as my pussy clenches down on it. My whole body shakes uncontrollably as another hand pinches my nipple, and yet another joins his friend between my legs. The devilish tongue moves to make room so his friend’s fingers can scoop up some of my arousal, then rub it around and over my clit.
The finger in my pussy disappears, causing me to weep in frustration. To my surprise, two fingers replace it and begin to thrust into me almost violently. An orgasm starts to build as I thrash and pant.
It’s so close, so spectacularly within reach, that I barely notice the sweet lips slowly making their way toward my mouth. His tongue sneaks out, tracing the very bottom of my lower lip. Then, four things happen at once: 1) Two hands tweak both nipples, 2) A third finger is added to the others and they all curl forward, 3) Someone pinches my clit, and 4) My lower lip is sucked into someone”s mouth and he bites down before I can object.
But, I instantly forget it all.
Stars burst behind the blindfold and my whole body locks up as the most intense orgasm rushes through my body. There’s a high-pitched ringing in my ears, and I think tears are drenching my blindfold, but I can’t be sure. It feels like electricity is being pushed through my whole body in shockwaves before morphing into something surreal.
I feel like I”m floating; like my soul is leaving my body. Everything twitches and tingles, before going numb.