Chapter 14 #2
I break away from Mav and walk quickly over to the entrance, wondering what I’m going to find. Shade points to a different button on the wall, and I push it. A few spotlights turn on slowly, filling the room with dim light.
I gasp at what I see.
There’s a wooden cross in one corner. A wall of toys and floggers. A table with straps. A swing and various other pieces of furniture that I’m not even sure how to use.
‘A new Dark Lounge?’ I ask dubiously, not really liking the idea of VIPs coming through my room every Saturday night.
‘This one is just for us,’ Shade murmurs, stepping inside with me.
‘No one else?’ I ask quietly, moving around the room slowly, taking everything in.
‘No one else,’ Mav confirms from the doorway.
Blake joins us, the towel still around his waist. ‘Happy Birthday, Daisy.’
‘What do you want to try first, Tulip?’
‘I…don’t know.’
I look at them all a little shyly.
‘Close your eyes,’ Shade says, ‘and stay still.’
I do it, and feel a blindfold tied around my eyes.
He doesn’t waste a moment.
‘Strip her,’ he commands the others.
More than one set of hands glide over me, taking off my sweater and unbuttoning my pants.
My shoes are removed one at a time, my hand placed on a broad shoulder for balance.
When I’m just in the satin underwear set I put on this morning, the touches cease, and I’m left wondering what’s going to happen next.
I hear them walking around me. They do that a lot, make me feel as if I’m their entire focus, and I like it.
My wrists are taken in a sure but gentle grip and bound together with something soft. My arms are guided over my head and secured to what feels like a carabiner that must be hanging from the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed that.
‘Are you warm enough?’ Blake asks me, fingers tracing down my torso.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘This is going to be a little different,’ Shade says. ‘If you don’t like it, you know what to say, okay?’
‘Yes,’ I answer, letting out a shuddering breath.
‘These are earbuds,’ I hear Mav say, and I feel him gently place them in my ears.
All sound is immediately cut off, and then melodious music with a slow beat pours through the tiny speakers. I can’t hear my guys nor see them.
Something metal and cold trails down my chest. A knife, I realize as my bra is cut off, and falls away.
The knife moves down to my panties and slices through the satin.
Blake, I assume, pulls them upward, so they trail through my slit, and hard against my clit.
Every muscle below my waist clenches hard. But then it disappears.
A few seconds pass before something soft, like a feather, strokes down my skin from my fingertips, down my arm to my clavicle and then between my breasts. It makes a detour, trailing around my breast before flicking my nipple lightly.
I feel some kind of thick material being fitted around my ankles and I gasp as my legs are spread.
I find a bar between them, keeping them wide.
A hot tongue swirls my nipple. At the same time, something cold bites at the other.
Ice, I realize. The sensations, at opposite sides of the spectrum, make me gasp, my mind not sure what to focus on.
The music continues, and the tongue that flicks at the now hard peak seems to keep time to the music. Something spiky and cold is drawn down my back, making my body jump, and then the feather tickles up my leg from my toes to my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I long to be touched.
‘Please,’ I think I say, but I can’t even hear myself, much less their reactions.
Kisses trail over my stomach, and possessive hands grip my ass, pulling me toward whomever is in front of me.
The ice returns, sliding between my breasts, leaving a trail of water over my skin as it makes its way to my navel. I shiver as it goes lower and over my mound but melts away to nothing before it can go further.
A hot tongue follows the trail of the ice, licking up the water. I think it’s going to stop where the ice did, but he keeps going down, playing with the top of my slit, so close to my clit, and yet so far away.
Another tongue finds my other nipple, still cold from the ice, and another piece is rubbed in circles over the other, making them equal, I realize with a soft chuckle.
I stretch my body, enjoying this sublime sensory experience, and something cold is placed at my lips.
My tongue darts out tentatively and I taste chocolate ice cream.
The spoon is eased into my mouth, and I take it, and then I squeal as the back of the spoon is placed directly on my clit.
I’m held in place as the cold seeps into me, and my pussy lips are widened by equally cold fingers.
A slippery finger eases into my ass, moving in and out before becoming two. And then whatever the slippery stuff is begins to warm, making my skin feel hot.
My breasts are then held high by two hands, and each one is topped with a dollop of ice cream. At the same time, both of them are licked clean, and the slippery stuff is applied to my nipples. They start to tingle almost immediately.
Something more rigid is teased into my ass, and I startle as it begins to vibrate inside me.
And then one of them is stepping between my legs and entering my other channel slowly, keeping to the rhythm of the music, though the tempo is slowly changing, becoming faster, I think.
I’m fucked slowly, feeling full from the vibrating plug in my ass.
I’m held tightly, and I feel when he comes inside me, deep and hot.
He pulls out, and a washcloth is used to clean me up.
And then they begin again. The hot, the cold, the soft, the hard, the tastes, and the feathers, the cold spiky thing. I’m taken again. This time harder, and I know for a fact that it’s Blake by the way he fucks me. But when I’m close to coming, he slows right down, so that I can’t.
I know I mewl pitifully the third time he does it, and my lips are kissed chastely.
He doesn’t come either. The plug in my ass is taken out, and Mav immediately takes its place, being careful as he slides his impressive cock into me.
He and Blake fuck me slowly, taking their time and keeping to the beat of the music.
Clamps are put on my nipples, and a third is fastened to my clit, making me jerk in pain.
All movements cease.
‘Green,’ I whimper, hoping my tone is at a normal volume.
They start up again, movements leisurely, but then the tempo begins to change, become faster, and so do their thrusts. Quicker. Harder. More insistent. I’m fucked hard and mercilessly.
My body is gripped and moved to wherever they want it to be. The clamps on my nipples are tugged and the pleasure builds.
I’m making noises, short screams as they massage places inside me that only they can reach.
Pleasure rises and rises, higher than I think I’ve ever felt before.
I’m lost in what I can feel, what I can hear, and then, just as I’m about to crest, the clamps, all three, are pulled off at the same time.
Heat rushes to my nipples and my clit and I scream as my climax hits me like a freight train and the song crescendos at the same moment.
Mav and Blake come at the same time, and I feel a third hot splatter against my side.
My hair is gripped hard and my head pulled back. A tongue invades my mouth deeply, kissing me like his life depends on it. Shade. The pleasure keeps going and going until I hang limp from the ceiling, my legs unable to support me.
My ankles are freed first, and then I’m picked up and held as my arms are unhooked from the ceiling and the binding removed. I curl into the solid chest of whomever is holding me. I think it’s Shade, but I’m not sure.
The earbuds are removed.
‘How was that?’ Mav asks.
‘It was…’ I’m at a loss for words.
‘Good?’ Blake asks when I don’t say anything more.
‘Good,’ I parrot. ‘More than good. It was…like there were only my ears and my skin. Nothing else existed outside of us. It was…amazing.’
I take off the blindfold and smile at my guys, who are all naked now, sighing deeply.
I’m taken out, through the bedroom, and into the bathroom where there’s a hot bath waiting for me in the large tub. Blake is already getting in, and I’m handed off to him sort of like a baton in a relay race which makes me chuckle to myself. I shake my head at Blake’s questioning look.
In the bath, Blake shampoos and conditions my hair, soaping up my body and washing me thoroughly. I feel like I’m in a stupor, my head clouded in the aftermath of the intense pleasure they gave to me.
‘Can we do that again?’ I ask dreamily.
Blake just smiles.
A while later, when the water has started to cool, I’m wrapped in a towel and taken to the bedroom. My phone is on the charger, and I see a message notification. It’s from Sauvage telling me he’s sent me an email.
My heart quickens and I sit up. ‘Where’s my laptop?’ I ask.
Mav grabs it for me and puts it on the bed.
‘What’s up?’ Shade asks, from the small couch where he’s currently lounging.
‘Email from Sauvage. I think it’s the evidence the reporter had.’
I open it and download the attachment, a zipped file full of photos.
I look through them, finding the images of the papers she took from the art room, as well as testimonies from former residents, and internal emails from Stoke’s inbox.
There’s also a report of a missing person who had been a resident of The Heath with some handwritten notes on stories she must have heard of unmarked graves on-site.
‘Jesus,’ Mav breathes. ‘They fucking killed people.’
I find a photo of a drawing made in crayon of a stick figure on the Board being shocked.
‘Yes,’ I say before they can ask, and potentially start another intervention. ‘That was a real thing, and it was done to me.’
Blake’s hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes. ‘Time to take them down.’
I nod as I read Sauvage’s email message: