Chapter 43
Forty-Three
Kyrith
Oh. My. Stars.
My clit is sparking. The pinching pain of the clamp is drawn out, mellowing, until it morphs into the same deep ache that has completely consumed my breasts.
“Beautiful,” Leo praises, and I preen. “How does that feel?” His fingers tweak the clamp on my left breast, and I moan.
“Good.” If I don’t move—don’t breathe too deeply—then the pressure is wholly pleasurable.
Leo hums under his breath, adjusts something, and suddenly the clamp is tighter, the line between pleasure and pain crossed again.
“Now?”
“Hurts,” I pant. “Stars, I—Sir, please.”
He chuckles under his breath. “Perfect.”
A second later, my right nipple is adjusted to match. Then something tugs at both, brushing the skin between my breasts and…
“Argh,” I bite out the sound as he connects the chain to my clit, tightening the clamp there at the same time. “No, no, no. Too much.”
There’s a heavy pause. “That’s not your safe word, Kyrie.”
My lips mash shut, because as much as this is torture, I don’t want it to end. Just when the pain has started to fade into pressure, a hand—it must be Leo’s—lands sharply on my inner thigh.
I jolt. Air leaves my lungs in a moan as the movement sets off the cascade.
The chain jiggles, tugging all three clamps, sending bright, stinging, beautiful agony to twist and dance with the arousal simmering in my belly.
Before I have a chance to process, he does it again.
The new strike overlaps the still-heated flesh from the first.
I’m shaking, the chain swinging. Somehow, the gentle brush of it over my navel is worse than the way the clamps tug and bite at my tender flesh. Leo’s fingers return to my pussy, tracing the folds of my sex like he’s studying them.
Then he tugs the clamp on my clit and plunges two fingers directly inside me.
“Fuck!”
Breath tickles my ear a second before North whispers mockingly, “I thought profanity was against the rules.”
Leo’s fingers curl against my g-spot, rubbing mercilessly. My body doesn’t understand. I arch into the pleasure, only for the clamps to tug sharply at my nerves in punishment.
Someone rips the blindfold off. For a second, I can’t do more than blink in the dim light.
I glance down at my body, noting the pretty silver clamps and the jewelled chain dancing between them, before my focus is broken by Leo’s fingers scissoring inside me.
North presses his lips to mine, stealing the little whimpers falling from my mouth.
Then, just before I can get used to the kiss, he pulls back and fists my hair, dragging my head up, forcing me to look across the mounds and valleys of my torso to where Leo is drawing his fingers free.
My whimpers turn to a cry of protest.
“We’re not done yet,” Leo promises, giving the chain a sharp tug as he sucks the shining fingers of his right hand into his mouth.
Then he lifts a thin, blue candle from a pile of toys on the covers.
Objections rise to the tip of my tongue, but in the moment, all I can say is, “Yellow.”
The cruel cast to Leo’s face softens.
In the same breath, North’s hand loosens, turning gentle. “Talk to us, Ice Queen.”
“Fire,” I whisper. “No fire around the books.”
Leo nods. “I would never risk lighting a real flame in the Arcanaeum. I’m using an illusion and a spell for heat.”
To prove it, he lifts a scrap from the waistband of his jeans, showing me the runeform. I study it, making sure, then give him a small nod and relax into the covers…only to tense all over again as I realise what he plans to do with that stick of wax.
“Will it hurt?”
Leo’s lip quirks. “The wax is body safe. It melts at a lower temperature, meaning there’s no risk of burning your pretty skin, but…yes. It will hurt.”
A flame lights the wick—the illusion indistinguishable from the real thing—and Leo demonstrates by dripping some of the wax onto his forearm.
His eyes don’t tighten. No noise of pain escapes from him.
“Would you like me to try it on your hand first?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He moves up the bed, uncaring of the wax spilling over his fingers as he tips the candle. Three tiny drips land in a line along the meaty part of my thumb.
Hot. Burning.
But not unbearable. North strokes his lips down my neck, and the combination twists my brain into knots. I can’t decide if I like it or hate it. If it’s pleasure or pain.
“You can say no.” Leo is still studying my face intensely. “I enjoy your submission and your pain, but only when they’re freely offered. I want you to like what I do to you.”
My jaw sets, my mind made up. “No. I…please, Sir. Please, let me try.”
“Good girl,” North murmurs in my ear. “You’re being such a brave little sub for us.”
The praise feels almost wrong coming from him, and I quirk my lip. “Well, when I find someone who can actually dominate me…”
His eyes roll, and he looks over at Leo. “She can take it. Mind if I borrow her mouth while you work?”
Leo pauses, then meets my eyes. “If you want either of us to stop, make a fist and stick your little finger out. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Show me.”
I follow the instruction and am rewarded by North’s hands going to his waistband.
He shoves the fabric down, out of the way, and his cock bobs free.
The mattress moves beneath me as he kneels by my head, letting the pearly bead of pre-cum paint my lips, but when I go to lick the slit, he draws back.
My pout is only answered by a gentle slap to my cheek.
“Ask me nicely,” he taunts. “Beg me to let you suck my cock while he paints your tits in wax.”
My pussy clenches at the filth in his tone, and my lips part, intending to push him a little more.
One heated drop falls on my collarbone.
All rebellious thoughts scramble.
It’s hot, but not as scalding as I feared it would be. I glance up, meeting their gazes. North seems to be daring me to brat, to push him until he gets to punish me. Leo’s look is a warning, a reminder that disobedience with him won’t only lead to frustration and a few light spanks.
One tempts me to push my luck, the other urges me to submit.
I brat for North every time we’re together. I’m curious to see what happens if I behave for Leo.
“Please, Sir,” I murmur. “Please let me suck your cock while Leo paints my tits with wax.”
North’s grin turns smouldering, and he taps his dick against my lips again. “Lick.”
I dart my tongue out, tasting the salt of him with a groan as another burning drop of wax lands an inch lower.
I’m getting used to the heat now. My focus is on sucking North, and the searing pain fades fast. Leo leaves me a moment between each drop, but that break grows shorter and shorter as he lets the wax fall in a line down my breastbone, then to one side.
A drop catches on the underside of my left breast, and I gasp around North.
Leo makes a spiral, each burning pinprick inching closer to my nipple until—
“Aah—”
North cuts off my scream, forcing himself down my throat with an easy thrust of his hips.
“Good fecking girl,” Leo says, leaning over to draw a line with his finger across the skin that’s escaped the wax. “So pretty. Shall I do the other side?”
My pussy gushes, empty and protesting. I can feel my thundering pulse in my clamped clit.
North draws back, a trail of his precum and my saliva connecting us as he waits for me to say something.
“Please, Sir,” I beg. “Please. Fuck me.”
He shakes his head. “I promised I wouldn’t come, remember?” He lifts the candle again. “But don’t worry. North can fuck you as many times as he likes.”
I hate myself.
My brain can’t recall why I ever set such a condition. All I want is Leo’s cock, which is currently tenting his jeans. I haven’t even seen it yet. That’s something I want rectified immediately. I want it inside me, easing the ache he’s carefully stoking with every pinprick of pain.
Another drop splashes against my skin, this time landing high on my right breast, and I groan. Leo mirrors the spiralling path on my other side as North returns to fucking my face with tiny thrusts.
By the time Leo covers my right nipple with wax, I’m floating. Free. Arousal has turned to madness, but there’s nowhere to go. Nothing to do except…give in. I barely even notice the new trail of wax heading over my navel. Following the chain down.
Down.
Lower…
North’s cock leaves my mouth just as the final drop lands over my clit.
“LEO!” I scream as my orgasm crashes through me.
But he’s not done.
With a nod at North, they remove the clamps from my nipples in unison. Blood rushes back to them in an unstoppable tide.
Agony fries my nerves, mixing with my climax until I can’t breathe.
Then Leo’s mouth is there, arms hugging my thighs as he buries his tongue in my pussy and lets me ride his face through the maelstrom.
More heat splashes over my chest. It takes me a second to realise that North has his cock in his hand and is jerking it off over me, adding streaks of pearly white to the mess of blue wax covering me. My bright red nipples turn shiny with cum.
Then Leo reaches for the clamp on my clit.
“No, no no no,” I beg. “Please. Leo. Sir. No. I can’t—”
He looks up, eyes darting to my hands. Waiting for a safe word that isn’t forthcoming.
The clamp is tugged away. Blood rushes to my cunt.
I come so hard I black out.
When I wake up, I’m pressed between two warm, hard bodies.
The wax and cum are gone from my skin, a slight redness the only indication that it was ever there to begin with. All of the restraints have been removed as well. I feel like I’ve just run a marathon for the first time in my life, and every muscle is protesting the experience.
“She’s perfect,” Leo murmurs, as fingertips stroke up and down my arm, lingering at one of the sensitive places where the wax landed.
“Yeah.” North’s reply is thick, and he clears his throat. “She’s incredible. You should see her with Lambert and Jasper. She just…switches.”
Leo hums under his breath, but then his warmth is gone, leaving me bereft. “I should go. The contract didn’t cover—”
“Mate, I’m not an expert in women, but even I know she’ll be more upset if you leave now.”
Hesitation thickens the air, and Leo makes a conflicted noise in the back of his throat.
“Stay,” I whisper, opening my eyes.
His blue gaze deepens, and he leans down to press a kiss to my hairline. “I want nothing more.” He pauses. “But I haven’t earned it yet. Cuddle North a little longer. I think he has something he wants to ask you.”
That quickly, he’s gone, the stairs creaking under his feet.
A heaviness of my own making settles in my chest, and I sigh long and loud into the dark room.
“He’s going to punish himself far longer than you do,” North observes.
He’s right, but I distract myself from that problem by snuggling deeper into his chest. “What was it you wanted to ask me?”
North freezes. That alone piques my curiosity, and I look up. All I can see from this angle is the line of his jaw as he deliberately unclenches it.
“I want to change the contract.”
My afterglow fractures. “What?”
“I…I know I ticked the box to keep it as just sex, but…it’s not.” He huffs out a breath. “Not for me, anyway.” He looks down, expression more tender than I’ve ever seen it. “It hasn’t been for a while.”
My heartbeat picks up, eyes burning a little as I press a kiss to his chest. “I love you.”
His lip quirks, the tenderness multiplying into wonder, but when he opens his mouth, he says, “You’re all right.”
I frown at him. The teasing glimmer in his eyes sparking with mirth.
Never have I wished for the ability to smack him with a book more.
I shove at him instead.
“Kidding. Kidding!” He laughs and hugs me harder. “Jesus. Stop hitting me! I love you too, even if you are a fucking psycho.”
“I’m a psycho?” I growl. “I’m not the one who just—argh. You facetious, insufferable—”
He shakes his head, still laughing. “I’m not good with that emotional shit.
It’s half the reason I ticked the sex box in the beginning.
I can’t—” He bites his lip, humour fleeing.
“I have no idea how to come up with the flowery shit that you deserve. All I know is that when you told me I might have to spend eternity with you and a bunch of old books, I wasn’t upset.
I’d take that any day, because you’d be there, challenging me, arguing with me, breaking my brain with how smart you are.
You have me by the balls, Ice Queen, and I’m fucking happy about it. ”
That is, without a doubt, one of the most honest, uncouth declarations of love I’ve ever heard.
It also completely melts me.
“I love you,” he mumbles like an afterthought. “Sorry it took me a while to figure it out.”
I give up on trying to hold back my own chuckle and kiss him. “Well, it’s a good thing I have enough brains for the both of us.”
He swats my bare ass. “For all seven of us, you mean.” A devilish glint enters his eye. “How sore are you right now?”
“Sore?” I frown, taking inventory. “Not really. Sensitive, maybe, but I’m—North!”
He grips the back of my knee, drags it up and over his shoulder, and rolls over me. Before I can say anything, he drives his cock into my pussy with a tiny masculine noise of satisfaction that undoes me. Retreating to safer ground, I realise, as our eyes lock.
And I let him, my body welcoming his with a sigh.
Because sometimes, the loudest declarations are made without words.