Chapter 28~
What feels like an eternity later, I feel myself floating back to Earth. The ringing in my ears is still there, but I can hear the faint murmurs of the men around me cooing and calming me, their hands gently rubbing down my arms, legs, chest, and hair. It’s forking amazing.
“You with us, my precious flower? I have a bottle of water with a straw for you. That was so damn hot.” He groans, and at the same time, I feel a plastic straw brush against my lips. I suck the cool liquid down greedily, immediately relieved as the cooling sensation surges through my body.
“Good girl,” the deep, throaty voice says across the room. I didn’t even hear him step away. I wonder if it belongs to the guy in the red and black Jason mask.
After I drink, I lick my lips with anticipation, knowing that these men clearly aren’t finished, even though they’ve made me a hot mess. Still, anticipation buzzes through my veins as I try to control my breathing.
“Are you ready for us? Now that we’ve got you nice and dirty?” E’s deep growl sounds similar to how it sounded in the forest, and I feel a gush of arousal leak down my ass crack. Not cute.
“Y-yes, sir.” My brain isn’t fully functioning yet, and I sound more like a scared mouse than a horny slut, but whatever. It’s their fault.
The chuckles around me are deep, dark, and filled with a type of masculinity that only sex gods can pull off.
Shuffling my legs closed, I realize no one is on the bed with me. The last song ends, and the next one immediately begins. The sexy melody of Lana Del Rey’s Lust for Life creates an erotic soundtrack and does nothing to help the feelings threatening to burst from my chest.
Someone turns it down, just a tad, causing me to squirm even more. The otherwise silence in the room is making me uncomfortable, giving me just enough time to realize that I’m naked from my bra down, my shirt is still rucked up around my neck, and I’m handcuffed.
Adrenaline and embarrassment threaten to knock me out. My head feels light and fuzzy, and my heart rate picks up. Before I know it, I’m panicking again. My lip trembles with anxiety, and I move to curl in on myself to hide from their judgmental eyes.
“Ah, ah, ah, baby girl. You”re ours, now, which means we get to look at this sexy body as long as we want to.” E’s voice comes directly from my left, startling me from my panic attack. My hands jangle against the cuffs, causing a metallic pinging to echo out.
Without no additional comments, two very different hands grab my ankles and push my feet up towards my ass. Something like fuzzy cloth is secured around each ankle, and I realize I’m officially strapped down to the bed.
“Spread your knees.” The growly voice runs over me like sweet molasses, and I whimper, following the command immediately. Two more hands lift my ass, and some kind of small wedge pillow slides under my back; leaving my ass and naughty bits on full display as my knees fall to the side.
“Good girl. That’s my good, dirty girl.” The rumbling quality of E”s voice has me clenching on nothing, and I begin to shake as the anticipation of what they are going to do heightens.
But, with the new angle of my hips and my hands cuffed behind my head and raised a little, I’m having a hard time breathing. And I think a nerve is pinched in my right shoulder, which is causing my hand to go numb.
“Um…” I whisper, scared to ruin the scene.
Licking my lips, I try again, “Y-yellow. Please.”
E’s lust-filled voice rings out, but there’s a seriousness to it now. “Paused. What do you need, baby girl?” I can hear him shuffle up the side of the bed, and his voice moves with him.
“The, uh, the angle…I like it, but it’s kind of hard to breathe with my hands up. And my right hand is going numb. I think I punched a nerve.”
I barely finish my sentence, and hands descend on me, rubbing up and down my arms, massaging my shoulders, unclasping the handcuffs, and releasing me. It’s a whirlwind of activity, and I breathe a sigh of relief as my arms fall. Long, smooth hands work on my shoulders, rubbing my arms and helping with circulation.
After all the pins and needles from the numbness go away, I whisper, “Thank you.” Emotions clog my throat, and I have to choke them down. This is one of the reasons I don’t do aftercare. It’s too…nice…sweet…addicting.
Thankfully, I don’t have time to get lost in terrified feelings as the growly, molasses voice speaks from between my legs. “Are you ready to start again or do you need to safeword?”
I’m already shaking my head vehemently. “No. I’m good. I’m ready.” I say with what I hope is a coy smile.
“OK, baby, but I want to check in. I know the last position got uncomfortable, but do you think you can handle being cuffed to the bed with your hands down, maybe spread out a little, instead of above?”
The images that flit through my brain shoot a new wave of lust through my body. “Yes, please,” I moan.
Within ten seconds, I”m strapped much more comfortably to the bed, arms down and spread a little like an upside-down V. The straps are the same soft, fuzzy material as those around my ankles. I test the bindings to ensure they aren’t too tight but still restrictive.
Honestly, they’re perfect.
“Scene,” E calls out. I smile, barely able to contain my excitement.
Before E explains what’s coming next.