Chapter 10 Grant #2
There’s not much furniture in this play room, at my request. I didn’t want to overwhelm her with lots of scary looking equipment.
In the center of the room is a heavy wood table that just happens to be at the perfect height to reach my groin when standing.
There’s a cabinet filled with crops and paddles, just in case she changes her mind and requests harder impact play.
In the corner sits a leather armchair, somewhere I can sit with her in my lap if she needs some comforting.
I considered asking a bed to be brought in, but shot the idea down pretty quickly. Somehow the idea of them in an actual bed with her hits me different.
I take Kensie’s hand and lead her to the table. She’s shaking a little but she doesn’t hesitate when I help her to hop up onto the wood. I push her back so she’s lying flat, arranging her the way I want. Her gorgeous long legs hang from the side, her arms stretched up over her head.
“Your tie, Cam?” I ask, holding out a hand.
He undoes it then sets the silk in my hand.
I use it to bind her hands above her head, careful not to tie my knot too tight.
For something so new and potentially overwhelming, I want to be able to get her out of the restraints easily on the off chance she freaks out or forgets her safe word.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmur close to her ear when I’m done.
“I can’t wait to show you off.” I come and stand in front of her, looking down at her perfect body, splayed out for us.
“But we can’t really show you off with your legs closed, can we?
” I grip her knees and push them apart. She resists the smallest bit but when I raise my eyebrow, she takes a deep breath and allows them to fall to the sides.
“Come see, boys,” I say. “Come see what we get to play with tonight.”
They step up next to me, the three of us standing over her, naked and on display for us.
“Fuck,” Anthony says. “Look at that pretty little cunt.”
“It looks tight as fuck,” Cam agrees. “I can’t wait to have a go.”
I have to bite down my objection to that. You have a job, I think yet again.
“Can I touch now?” Cam asks, a bite of impatience in his voice.
I meet her eyes again, seeing no hesitation. “Go ahead.”
He runs a gentle hand up her side and over her ribs, making her shiver. When he reaches her breast, he gives her nipple a hard tweak and we watch as it tightens, watch as she gasps. “Fuck, she’s responsive, isn’t she?”
“You have no idea,” I mutter. My head is spinning a little at the sight of his hands on her.
I can’t deny it’s turning me on—the rigid length of my cock pulsing behind my zipper is proof of that.
There’s something about seeing her bound and vulnerable, surrounded by three large, imposing men, that gets me going. It always has, with my subs.
But this time there’s also a voice in my head telling me to slap his hand away, and maybe kick his ass for good measure.
“Can I taste?” he asks.
I grit my teeth before nodding. His head immediately goes to her breast, drawing her sweet nipple into his mouth. Her gasp is loud, back arching off the table a little, and my cock throbs even more.
“I think she likes that,” Anthony says in that dry voice of his. “Can I check?”
“Go ahead.” I catch his eye. “Fingers only.”
He has a knowing smirk on his face but he merely nods before joining Cam at the table.
I watch Kensie’s face, seeing the exact moment that his fingers make contact with her center.
How many times have I seen her react just like that?
The way her eyes go wide, her breath catching as she wiggles her hips, seeking more friction.
I move to the side of the table, leaning close to her ear.
“This is what this night is about,” I tell her.
“All three of us giving you pleasure. I want you overwhelmed by our hands and our mouths, by how good we can make you feel.” I don’t say cocks.
I’m not sure I can, to be honest, even though that’s what we agreed to.
I focus on her face, picking up on the widening of her eyes. “Is his finger inside you now, baby?”
Her wide, lusty eyes meet mine. “Yes,” she squeaks out.
“Does it feel good? Do you like them touching you?”
“Yes.” This time it’s a moan, loud and long.
My trepidation starts to fade, watching her.
I want her to feel pleasure—it’s starting to feel like my sole purpose in life is this woman’s pleasure.
And I can tell that she likes this. Likes being talked about like this, both in praise and objectification.
She likes the overwhelming sensation of so many hands on her, the uncertainty of not knowing what’s coming next.
And, like always, her pleasure turns me on.
The other men and I get into a rhythm, touching her, feeling, squeezing.
Everywhere our hands touch her skin goes pebbled, a hot flush of pink spreading from her face down over her neck and chest. She’s gasping and moaning as our mouths trail over her skin, as Cam sucks on a nipple and Anthony adds a second finger into her pussy.
“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Cam asks, his voice deceptively light.
“Letting us do whatever we want.” He raises a hand over her breast and tilts his head at me, asking the question.
I nod once and he brings his hand down, striking her breast with a sharp slap.
She squeals, arching her back, but she doesn’t try to squirm away.
“A very good girl,” he murmurs, before slapping her again.
Anthony has gotten rougher too, three thick fingers now thrusting into her at a steady pace.
I twist a nipple at the same time as I bring my other hand to her clit, rubbing steady circles.
I can see what it’s doing to her, the overstimulation of so many hands at once, the push and pull of pleasure and pain.
Her breaths are coming so fast now, her head thrashing back and forth on the wood table.
“She’s close,” Anthony says gruffly. “I can feel her pussy clenching my fingers.” He groans and smacks her thigh. “I can’t wait to feel it do that on my cock.”
I grit my teeth and twist her nipple again, making her cry out.
“Oh, I like that,” Cam says. “Such a pretty noise. Make her do it again.”
I twist at the same time Anthony gives her another smack on the thigh and she detonates, her back arching, limbs going rigid. “God damn,” Anthony mutters, watching her with hungry eyes.
“Let’s make her do that a lot,” Cam says, eager like it’s Christmas morning. “Preferably on our cocks.”
“Don’t let up,” I tell Anthony in a dark voice, my eyes glued to her face. I usually let her come down for a bit after an orgasm, but not tonight. She wants to be overwhelmed with pleasure? Well, that’s what she’s getting. “Let’s give her another.”
“Grant,” she whines, moving to shut her legs.
“Still,” I bark out, grabbing her leg. Cam does the same on the other side and makes a tsking noise.
“Do we need to hold you down, little toy?” She moans again, louder, and he chuckles. “As much as I like her noises, maybe it’s time we silenced that mouth.” He looks at me, eyebrows raised, smirking. “I’d really like to fuck it.”
He says it casually, like he’s talking about the weather or some shit, and Kensie gasps on the table. A good gasp, I’m pretty sure. The kind that means she’s shocked but turned on.
“What do you think?” I ask her, leaning down so our faces are close. “Should I let him fuck your pretty little mouth?”
“Yes,” she moans, then arches her back at whatever Anthony is doing with his fingers. “Oh my God.”
I kiss her forehead. I’m done second guessing. She’s clearly loving this, and I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t turning me on like crazy. The thought of her sucking Cam’s dick makes me feel more eager than homicidal, so I smile at him over her prone body.
“She has the sweetest little mouth. You’re going to love it.”
His responding grin is downright evil and he immediately reaches for his belt. I look over at Anthony. “Give her something to moan about before he gets his dick in her mouth.”
Everything seems like it’s going well—better than well. Fucking perfect. She’s already come once and I can tell from the way she’s squirming that she’s going to come again, soon. She’s whimpering and moaning, practically gasping for breath the way she gets when she’s really turned on.
But when Cam gets his dick out and walks up to the side of the table, everything changes. Her body goes still before her limbs get tense, her eyes widening. I think Anthony senses it too, because he starts to remove his fingers from her core right before Cam steps up to her face.
Kensie twists a little, moving to the side. Moving away from him. Her wide-eyed gaze meets mine and I see it. In the split second before she opens her mouth, there’s a flash of something in her eyes.
Panic.
Then her lips part and she gasps out a single word.
“Red.”