Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
KASS
It all started with B lying across mine and Fia's laps. Then I couldn't control myself, so I got a little handsy. That led to Blake moaning and touching Fia, which led to where we are now.
The girls are sitting on my bed while I pull out my box of fun.
"What's in it?" Fia asks.
"All sorts of things. What do you guys want to play with first?"
"Rope," B says definitively.
"Didn't get enough this morning?" I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to tie her up again.
"Nope," she admits with a smirk.
Blake leans over and digs through my box that I set in front of them. She pulls out two hanks of rope—one cotton, one jute.
“Giving us options, I see.”
“Yeah, but I’m 90% positive I know which one you’ll choose.”
She tosses the cotton bundle to Fia, keeping the jute for herself.
Knew it.
Jute rope is rougher than cotton, but it holds better and is preferred by most riggers. With certain knots and configurations, jute rope can have a bit of a bite to it. I can see Blake reveling in the pain.
Her eyes are locked with mine, and she hands me the rope. “I want you to have your way with me.” She looks over at Fia. "Us," she clarifies.
B
“I want you lying down.” He nods to me.
“And me?” Fia asks.
“Just sit there and keep looking sexy. I’ll have something for you to do in a moment.” He winks at her before turning his attention back to me.
He’s taking control. I like it.
I shift my hips and sink down onto my back, my head resting on a pillow.
Kass bends down by my side of the bed, and when he stands again, he’s holding a black strap with a cuff at the end of it.
Then he walks around the bed and pulls out three more. I’ve seen one of these before. They’re bondage straps that you slip under your mattress to hold them in place. Of course he has these as a permanent fixture on his bed. Or maybe he put them out just for me.
He attaches a cuff to each of my arms and legs and tightens them, so I’m spread out across the bed with my limbs pinned in place. There’s a little slack to each of them, for comfort, but not enough for any of them to be functional.
"You can get on top of her now," Kass orders.
Fia straddles me and leans down, pressing her lips over mine. I open for her, and she sweeps her tongue in to tease mine. Her lips are always so plump and soft. I want to reach out and grab the back of her head to deepen the kiss, but I can’t.
“Put this on her.”
Fia pulls her lips from mine and giggles when she sees the blindfold Kass is holding out to her.
She takes it from him and slips it over my head, covering my eyes. My eyes were just starting to adjust to the dim lighting in here, but now I’m plunged into darkness. Sweet nothingness, where all I can do is lie here and take whatever he gives to me, feel everything they do to me.
I’ve learned that though I’m someone who values having control in my day-to-day life, when it comes to sex, there’s something so freeing about letting go.
But you need the right partner to guide you and make you feel safe.
After fucking Kass several times, I know he knows what he’s doing.
So here I am, submitting to him. At least this once.
I hear Fia giggle again, and my stomach tingles with anticipation. What are they doing?
Fia’s weight on my hips shifts as she leans back even further.
Fia’s hands travel up to my breasts. Someone’s lips wrap around my stiff peak and suck, swirling their tongue around it.
My lips part in a moan, and another set of lips comes down on mine. Fia. That means Kass’s must be the one latched onto my breast at the moment. Fuck, the feeling of two sets of lips on me is something I’ll never get used to. This is freedom. This is bliss.
“Fia, can I have you put your arms under hers like this?”
She slides her hands under my shoulders till her elbows meet my underarms. Her hands caress my face, and I try to nip at her fingers as they graze over my lips, making her giggle.
The sound of rope slapping gently against skin and sliding over itself fills my ears. Every now and then, a piece of cotton rope gently falls on my face before getting picked back up. Is he tying her wrists?
After a minute, a large hand lifts my head, and I feel a taut string of rope slide under my head, leaving Fia’s hands by each of my ears.
“You can cover her ears if you’d like.”
Suddenly, all sounds are muffled, leaving me without my sight, without my hearing, and without the use of my limbs. Some people would panic in this situation, but I choose to sink into it, feeling the weight lift off me as my ability to choose slips away.
Of course, I know I have a choice. We all agreed on a safe word going into our first encounter, and that word still holds its meaning today.
But let’s be honest, I’ve done way scarier things for an orgasm.
I’m constantly meeting strangers on work trips and putting myself at risk for a good fuck.
Lou thinks that my lack of self-preservation comes from trauma, but I call it living.
What’s life without its thrills? It’s boring, that’s what it is. Safe and boring.
Strong hands lift my thigh and Fia’s calf to slide a piece of rope under them. He fastens us together with what feels like a double-column tie, then repeats this on the other side. With Fia’s legs now tethered to mine and her wrists tied to each other behind me, I’m left wondering what’s next.
Fia occasionally peppers kisses on my lips, my neck, my chest. She suddenly buries her head into my neck, and it has my mind racing, wondering what he’s doing to her to make her shake like this.
I can feel her hot breath on my neck. She’s breathing fast and hard.
Having been the one to make her like that several times, I know she’s getting close to climaxing.
The bed isn’t shaking, so he must be using his hands or his mouth. Maybe both?
Once Fia’s body finally relaxes on top of mine, I feel a weight shift on the bed. Kass is now between our spread legs. My body tenses in anticipation of his touch. My clit is begging for friction.
I shudder when his wet lips start kissing up my bare thigh, moving toward my center. When he gets to the top, I’m practically holding my breath. He pulls my panties to the side and slides his strong tongue into my slit. He tugs a little harder on the fabric, exposing me more.
“You better not fucking tear these panties or I'll kill you. They're expensive.”
He laughs with his lips around my clit, causing vibrations that make my toes curl. He releases me, and I feel his lips moving, forming words that I can’t hear.
For a brief moment, Fia releases my ears. “He said he wouldn’t dream of it, princess.”
“Don’t fucking call me that.”
He laughs against my skin again as Fia’s hands plunge me back into silence.
As his tongue works my clit, he slowly works two fingers in. The stretch feels so good. Fia sucks on the sensitive skin above my collarbone, making me buck my hips up into Kass’s face. He responds by pumping harder. I can feel the fire blazing in my core as tension builds between my legs.
With most of my senses snuffed out, I focus on the physical.
The way my legs get squeezed with the rope every time Fia shifts above me.
The way Kass’s cheek feels against my thigh as I try to squeeze the life out of him.
The way my nipples feel as Fia sucks on them. My limbs fight against the restraints.
“Jesus…fuck!” My own voice is muffled, making it sound like I’m underwater, which is fitting since my body feels like it’s floating.
As I come down from my high, I barely notice Kass untying all his handiwork, releasing Fia from my body.
After she’s free, they work together to remove the cuffs on my wrists and ankles.
The last thing to do is the blind fold. Kass slowly removes it, and I have to blink several times to adjust to the light, even though it’s still dim in here.
His face hovers above mine, not quite as close as our lips were last night, but still too close for my comfort. Kissing is something I don’t do with everyone. It’s too intimate for my liking. Just as I think he’s about to inch closer, he pulls away. I can’t decide how I feel about it.
I sit up and rub my sore wrists, pretending not to notice what he's trying to do to me.
“Come here.” Fia motions for Kass to lie down on the bed.
“I thought I was in control here.”
“Yeah, but you’re not stupid enough to argue with us, are you?”
“That I am not.” He crawls onto the bed and kisses Fia before turning and sitting between us. He leans back on his elbows. “This good?”
My eyes run down his body, all the way to where his hard cock is fighting to break free from his underwear. “Perfect.”