Chapter Forty-Six
Roos
Mari’s words feel harsh, each one a poke between my ribs, forcing me to push my joy at Lex’s return to the side for a moment.
Because they’re right. Lex has hurt us, and xe should beg for forgiveness.
But there is something about doing so in the confines of kink that makes this safer.
Lex knows kink and xe respects its rules.
Mari and I do too. This will never go too far.
And, as it looks like Lex is the one who will be submitting to us, xe has the power to make this stop in a heartbeat.
It's not that I want Lex to feel pain for all xir wrongs, I truly don’t; there has been enough hurt between us all – but I can see that xe needs it.
Xir eyes have never looked more pleading.
That single tear that escaped was xir cry for help, for hurt.
Whatever xe has experienced over the last six months, I suspect, has been building up to this moment.
This moment when xe gives xemself to us like this. Bound, naked, alone.
I want to give xem what xe needs. And by the looks of it, so does Mari.
They lead me up the side stairs and onto the stage. We stand in front of Lex again, this time closer.
“Do you want us to remove the gag so you’re able to use your safe word?” Mari asks, all level-toned. I don’t know how they manage it. I feel like my heart has climbed halfway up my throat.
Lex shakes xir head.
“You still need to be able to safe out,” Mari points out, rightly. “To do so, you need to get our attention and then blink three times when one of us is looking at you.”
Lex nods.
“Do it now,” Mari orders.
Lex blinks three times.
Mari gives xem a satisfied nod. “I trust whoever put you up on the cross checked your circulation? I need you to promise you’ll safe out as soon as you feel any pins and needles anywhere.”
Lex nods.
Mari then turns to me, their voice lower. “What are you thinking?”
I look back at Lex. I’ve never seen xem look so small, so fragile. Xir nakedness reveals just how petite xir physical form is, and xir tattoos look more playful than intimidating in the bright stage lights, like a child has had their way colouring all over xir skin.
“I want to make xem come,” I say, loud enough for Lex to hear. Xe makes a noise of protest, and I snap my head to xem so I can hold xir eye contact. “I want to make xem come over and over and over again. I want to make xem come so much it hurts.”
Lex’s eyes widen as they hold my gaze. I smile at xem, but not sweetly and not assuredly. I mean what I say: I am going to hurt xem with orgasms.
“Fine,” Mari says. When I look back at them, I see their nipples are hard through their sports bra.
I love the way the ropework outlines their heavy, full chest. I know they don’t want them to be touched tonight, but I still love looking at them.
At all of Mari as they seamlessly take control of this bizarre, mind-boggling situation. “And I will punish xem with pain.”
Mari releases my hand and walks over to a table I hadn’t noticed before.
I follow and see that on it is a range of toys, tools, floggers, and implements.
Mari picks up a pinwheel roller and tests one of the spikes with their fingertip.
They smile as they tuck it into one of the ropes around their waist. They do the same with a riding crop and a leather paddle.
After picking up a butt plug and the bottle of lube on the table, they walk over to Lex, tossing a look at me over their shoulder.
“If I were you, I’d pick the bullet vibrator,” they say. “Xe may have changed, but xe used to hate that when we used to fuck.”
Mari isn’t wrong. Lex generally doesn’t like vibrators and prefers fingers or riding a thigh.
Xe always claimed xe was too sensitive for them.
I pick up a bullet vibrator and a thick, veiny dildo.
When I turn back around, Lex is looking at what I have in my hands with a vague look of apprehension, possibly fear.
But then Mari – looking like a kinky handyman with all their toys tucked into their ropes – steps up in front of Lex and makes sure they have xir eye contact again before squeezing a large dollop of lube on the butt plug. They spread it around.
“Are you ready for this?” they ask, and we all know they’re not talking about the plug.
Lex breathes in harshly around the gag and then nods furiously, like xe is agreeing to the inevitable, like xe has been waiting a long time to do this, but still, xe is reluctant and cautious.
And as I look at Mari stepping between their spread legs, I think xe is right to be hesitant.
Lex looks down as Mari is close enough that their chest brushes against Lex’s stomach.
I wait for Mari’s hand carrying the plug to dive between Lex’s legs, but they don’t.
Instead, they lean forward and bite around one of Lex’s top surgery scars.
It’s vicious and unforgiving, and Lex lets out a gagged yelp of shock and pain.
Mari keeps xir flesh in their mouth as they look up at Lex.
I can’t see it head-on, but I know the look they’re giving xem.
It’s a test, an opportunity for Lex to safe word out before we begin. But Lex keeps xir eyes open and unblinking, xir whole torso rising and falling with deep breaths.
Mari releases Lex’s chest and slides their hand between xir legs.
I recognise the moment the slick plug dances over Lex’s clit from the way xe flutters xir eyelids, but then xir face contorts with strain, with discomfort, and I know then that Mari has started to push the plug inside Lex’s hole.
It’s cruel to do it when xir legs are restrained so xe can’t spread them any further apart to help accommodate the intrusion, but isn’t that what this is all about? Isn’t that what xe wants?
I know I’m going to have to work hard to bury my concern and worry about Lex’s discomfort. I know I’m going to have to focus on the scene, get lost in it even, because that’s what Lex wants. And honestly, I think I need it too.
I strongly suspect Mari needs it as well when I see them give Lex a sly smile as they push the plug up into xir body.
They’re holding eye contact again, and Mari is daring Lex to safe out.
But Lex doesn’t do it. Xe takes ragged breath after ragged breath, xir arms and legs flexing as xe adjusts, and xe barely blinks.
Satisfied the plug is in place, Mari moves out of the way.
They look at me, and it feels like an invitation, so I step closer.
When I’m standing in front of Lex, I fall to my knees and, holding xir stare, press my mouth against xir cunt.
Xe moans loudly as my tongue darts out and finds xir clit swollen and slick.
As much as I think Lex is a long way out of xir comfort zone right now, it’s still turning xem on.
I suck on xir clit with absolutely no tenderness whatsoever. My cheeks hollow out, and my lips purse. I am unrelenting. I know it hurts; xe has never let me touch them like this before, but that’s exactly why I’m doing it.
I suck and suck and suck, rubbing the flats of my front teeth against the tip and shaking my head so I pull on xir clit too.
Lex continues to moan, and when I feel xem try to move xir hips away from me, I grab hold of xir hips and hold xem still.
A sharp crack of the riding crop somewhere on Lex’s body has xem calling out around the ball gag but then holding very still.
God, that’s hot, I think as I feel blood rush to my core. Mari and I working together to force Lex into submission. Maybe we really do need this just as much as xe does…
Another minute of remorseless sucking and Lex is thrusting up into my mouth, xir moans softer but just as desperate. When I taste more of xem – earthy and tangy – I know xe is coming.
One, I think. Because we really are just beginning.
I want to suck xem more. I want to make xem push through and into another climax, but Mari distracts me, falling to their knees next to me.
When I turn to look at them, they grab the back of my head and bring me in for a crushing kiss.
They moan when our tongues touch, and I wonder if it’s because that feels so good, or if it’s because they can taste Lex in my mouth. Or both. I hope it’s both.
Our kiss deepens, and our hands start to roam; Mari’s to my breasts and mine to between Mari’s legs.
They clamp their thick thighs around my hand and rock into it.
They pinch and twist my nipples, making me moan into their mouth.
But then I hear a louder, more strangled noise, and we break apart.
With our faces still close enough we can feel each other’s exhales, we look up at Lex, and xe is looking down at us with the most twisted, bereft expression I think I have ever seen.
Xe is jealous. It’s torturing xem to watch us like this and not be able to reach out and touch us.
Mari seems to realise this at the same moment I do because they keep looking at Lex as they dive down and bite one of my nipples through the satin of my bra. I watch Lex as I hum my pleasure at feeling Mari’s wet mouth suck on me through the material.
Lex groans again, and it’s even louder, even more pained.
“I think xe is feeling a bit left out,” Mari says, lifting their head off me.
“Xe needs some more attention.” I reach out and cup Lex’s wet cunt with the palm of my hand.
“Such an attention whore,” Mari adds for good measure, and Lex moans again.
Who knew Lex has a degradation kink?
Mari stands up as I start to rock my hand, warming Lex up for xir next punishing climax.
“Such a needy and greedy slut,” Mari says, pushing up on their tiptoes so they’re as close to Lex’s face as possible. “Always wanting everybody’s eyes on xem.”
Lex shakes xir head once but then stops, like it was a reflex xe couldn’t control. I apply more pressure with my hand.