Chapter 8
GRAYSON
“I’m sorry for moving!”
Emme had finally said what I’d asked her to say. After a few drawn-out seconds, while noting how she was jerking in breaths, but no longer begging me to stop, I released her nipple. Fresh tears had welled.
“How I love these.” I stroked her cheek where they’d left a shiny trail. Axl squatted beside me.
“Too bad she got loose. The wrap is used up, and I was going to suggest you fuck the other end that you lubed earlier.”
I chuckled. “Yeah. I’m trying out that stuff Gabe sells. Find the leash. You, girl, get down on the floor and wait for him. On your front. Lie there while we talk.”
I straightened, watching as she obeyed and flattened herself to the floor, despite the plastic tying her feet together and how cold the floor would be on her naked body.
Axl clipped the leash onto her collar. “I’d rather talk outside. You mentioned hosing? That sounds fun.”
“Meh.” I screwed up my nose. “Maybe later.” I wanted to talk to Axl but keep her where I could look at her. Just the sight of her lusciously rounded ass waiting before us was reviving me. Hours had passed since I took her.
However, we couldn’t say what I wanted to if she could hear us. Trying to block her ears would take too long and be tedious, even if I did want her on my lap to play with.
“Damn.” I adjusted my jeans.
“No?” Smirking, Axl looked where I was looking. “She’s not that dirty, I guess?”
“No, she isn’t.”
“I don’t want to be hosed,” Emme piped up, peeking from beneath her hand, with one eye. “The bath was nicer.”
“You let her in your bath?”
“I did. How about we put our conversation on hold until I can find somewhere to put her.”
“Right.”
We needed to talk without her listening.
The only reason we’d arrived when we did was because he’d doubled back and looked through the side window of the kitchen—and saw her wriggling out of the plastic-wrap bondage.
“It’s my turn to be inventive…since I let you have her first.” He let me? I held off on smacking the back of his head. Axl was riffing off what he thought I wanted said. “Let’s tie her to your patio beams at the far end with something stuck inside that hole.”
She grimaced and mouthed a no at us both.
“Aww, sweet of her to make suggestions.”
I chuckled. “Sure. Let’s do that. I have some ideas. We can talk outside and watch her be uncomfortably turned on.”
“Then we can fuck her after dinner. Maybe at dinner. I have something to do at home, but I’m reserving a place at the table.”
“Fetch my arm binder, rope, dildo, butt plug, and a ball gag.” I stuck my foot on her hair. “I’ll wait. Emme is waiting too.”
Her huff of annoyance fed my soul. I would break her eventually, it always happened, but until then, she would be our property and our toy.
“Sure.”
Axl knew where my stuff was kept and returned within a minute.
We began to slip her arms into the arm-binder, buckling the sleeves together so her arms were locked behind her. Her physical resistance recommenced. She sobbed and cursed us. She tried to get up and run—stupid of course as her feet were still wrapped and two men could easily overpower her.
By the time we hauled her to her feet, she was panting and her hair was even more of a frazzled mess.
“Well then? Worth it?” I bumped her chin with my fist, nudging it up until she had to meet my eyes.
Emme licked her bruised lip—in the wrestling she’d knocked it on something. “Yes.” She rasped the word then a small smile appeared.
My eyes surely narrowed. A smile? My dark heart pumped extra blood into my already hard member. This girl was a find.
“Can I have coffee after we tie this little bitch to the beam?” Axl grabbed a bunch of her hair in his fist and drew a screech from her.
“Sure.”
With the leash in my hand and her hair in Axl’s, we semi-dragged her out to the patio, still naked even though it was getting late.
The temperature was dropping but not enough that I worried about her safety.
Wetting her again would be more than I wanted to put her through.
I didn’t want her to catch pneumonia, so the mess on her was left as it was.
With the arm binders holding her in a strappado position, she had few ways to fight back, apart from kneeing us. Which she tried. Axl’s casual full-handed smack between her legs and over her clit made her gasp and hunch over.
I made her stand up straight again. “That was stupid. Yes?”
After only a slight pause, she nodded timidly. Her legs were trembling.
“Meek and obedient is sensible.” I waited to make sure she was done with her crazy shit before continuing.
We created a rope harness around her breasts then connected it to the beam above. That left her teetering in a standing position on her tiptoes. Predicament bondage.
“Lucky for you, you’re the first to try this one.” With the point upward, I showed her my big knobby dildo, then kneeled and slipped along her slit, pushing until the tip found her entrance.
Slowly, I began worming it inside her. Axl was using my smaller red butt plug on her ass.
The two of us doing this, without even a nod toward asking if she wanted anything in her holes, it must have hit her kinks.
Her toes scrabbled on the floor. Her whining was extremely needy and not at all annoyed.
I grinned though she couldn’t see me do it.
I stuck the dildo fully into her cunt while watching her face.
Her mouth fell open, and she spread her legs wider. If I’d had doubts about how much she liked being forced, her body language had nuked them.
I pushed even harder, until the dildo could go no further, withdrew it with a sucking sound, then shoved it in again.
Her eyes closed. With each new thrust, she moaned and did cute gasps.
Her feet lost their grip on the floor. For a few seconds, she hung in the ropes, her weight borne by the breast harness.
“How far are you inside her with that little plug, Axl?”
“Halfway. She has such a cute ass, but clearly not enough dicks have been up it.”
“None, she told me.” I rose and kissed her on the mouth, tugging at her straying hair. Her irises were blown wide with desire and begging for more. “Nobody had that hole before me, did they—”
“And I’m next.”
As Axl pushed the smaller butt plug into her, she squeaked and sank her teeth into her lower lip.
We fastened plug and dildo into place by wrapping tape around her waist and between her legs, leaving her sex partly exposed at the front.
Without warning, Axl dropped to one knee before her, opened her with his thumbs, and tongued her.
Her legs began to quiver, and she did these cute little grunting noises that turned into moans. He stopped and grinned up at her, “Want more?”
Her swallow and her panting showed how close she was to coming. Emme nodded.
“Say, please.” He stuck out his tongue and poked at her clit, then he leisurely wove around it, teasing her, until she began to shake again.
“Fuck,” Emme squeaked. “Please?” Her eyebrows lifted.
He slapped her ass. “Next time. You were too slow.”
From her pouting and her frown, she was unhappy. I waited for her to tell him he was an asshole, yet she said nothing. Being wrapped in plastic must have made her wary of Axl. I had to smirk at how she wriggled her butt in little circles—she was definitely frantic to get off.
Good girls didn’t moan and plead to be allowed to come while that was done to them in this situation. We strapped the ball gag to her after that.
Which was how we ended up sitting outside again, but with a better view. My back patio was long enough to prevent her overhearing us unless we shouted. We put the chairs at the opposite end of the patio to where she was strung up, angling them so we could appreciate our naked, unhappy ornament.
Though her arms were firmly bound behind her with my black leather armbinders, the rope harness around her breast area forced her to stand on the balls of her feet.
Axl threw himself into the second wicker armchair. “New furniture?”
“Yes. All of it. I used the money from the buy-out. Only a few paltry million left now.”
“That’s so sad. You’ll be begging me for handouts, soon.”
“I might.”
Axl had so many company interests I was lost keeping track of them all. For weeks in a row he would vanish and go overseas to Europe or the US.
The chair I’d chosen creaked as the wicker adjusted to my weight. I leaned forward to place my mug of brandy-reinforced coffee on the glass table. “So. Let’s talk. You’re sure you want in?”
“In. What a way to phrase this. I get that this is not legal, or not exactly?”
I shook my head. I’d already decided mindfucking both her and Axl was in order. He deserved it.
“I came back because I remembered what she looked like on the floor, at my feet. Her mouth on me. And in that deviant cage of yours.” He shifted in the seat, scowled at her. “I really shouldn’t. She seems too traceable.”
“I was careful.”
He harrumphed.
The gray side wall of the garage was the perfect backdrop for her naked figure.
She was shielding her face with her hair, and it hung before her like a fair veil.
The black tape at her waist and between her legs didn’t entirely conceal the slim triangle of hair at her mons. Her nipples showed flagrantly.
Lowering her head only made her look more vulnerable—like a slave girl waiting to be bought at an auction.
“I figured you had a good reason for thinking this was sane? Am I wrong?”
“I did…do. A vague one that won’t hold up in court. She wanted this but with another man she never met. She arranged it through her friend. I overheard them at a café and took her when no one else showed. I put her in the trunk then drove off.”
“Balls, man, you have balls.”
“Or no brains. There is a huge risk, and you’re still a cunt. You shouldn’t have touched her. What if we get caught?”
“And what are the chances of that?” he mused, quietly. “Not much, from what you just said. She’s been tested?”
“Yes. Part of the deal she made—both of them were tested.”