Chapter 17
Chapter Seventeen
“This is another item I need to warn you about first,” Heath whispered close to her ear.
Oh shit.
Though, the Wartenburg wheel really hadn’t been that bad. At least not enough that she’d add it to her short “never again” list.
“This will be very…stimulating,” Dayne warned. “Maybe even shocking.”
What? Did they plan to hook a car battery charger to her nipples like a torture scene in a spy movie?
“It’s called a Neon Wand,” Heath explained. “It’ll feel similar to static electricity. Since the setting’s adjustable, we’ll start on the lowest and increase the intensity as we go. Again, if it becomes too much, don’t hesitate to speak up.”
Her insides now twisted at what was about to come. She could simply tell them no, to not do it, and they would respect that decision. But again, when had they done anything to her that she couldn’t handle? Other than tickling her feet, of course, which to her was more like torture than pleasure.
A crackling sound made her brace. She had to at least give it a shot. She owed it to herself to try as much as possible during this week. Tonight was no different.
As fingers separated her folds, she opened her mouth to say “cabbage” but she couldn’t get it out fast enough. Her clit was zapped, causing her to gasp and her body to bow. The intensity of it sent a bolt of lightning crackling from her clit to her center.
Holy crap. It was shockingly and unexpectedly…pleasurable. It didn’t seem to be a lot of voltage, only enough to stimulate every place it touched.
The fine hairs on her arms stood as Heath ran the wand over her from head to toe. At some spots, he increased the power. In others, it was more mild.
It was definitely a type of sensation play she wouldn’t mind exploring again in the future.
Then, without warning, the wand was gone.
What was next? Did they plan on using every toy in his closet on her?
She listened carefully as the two moved away, most likely grabbing something new.
It wasn’t long before she knew she was right.
When hot liquid dripped on her breasts, she jerked against her bindings and gasped. Were they pouring the hot wax from the candle on her? In a panic, she shouted, “Is that wax?”
Dayne’s answer was short and to the point. “No.” He also didn’t bother to explain.
A tongue chased a rivulet of the thick substance as it slowly dripped off her nipples.
Definitely not wax since it was edible. “What is it?”
Heath mmm ’d in a way that sounded like he was having the best meal of his life. “Honey. So sweet. Like you.”
More drips of very warm honey followed, as well as more licks to clean up the sticky rivers. A mix of deep moans ensued. Some from the men. Some from her.
This was something else she’d add to her do again in the future list, even though she had no idea with whom she’d do any of this stuff. Maybe she’d eventually find the right partner, someone she could trust and be vulnerable with.
She ignored the voice in her head telling her she’d already found them.
The truth was, neither man belonged to her. This had only been a week of fun and discovery. Nothing more. They owed each other nothing.
No lie, she’d miss both of them. More than she really wanted to admit.
Could she really get attached to not only one man, but two, in only a week’s time? Apparently. But now was not the time to get melancholy. She was naked, restrained and had two hot hunks giving her their undivided attention.
Enjoy the moment. Don’t worry about tomorrow.
Once all the honey had been licked from her skin, she wondered what they’d try next. Whatever it was, she was sure it would be unexpected.
Besides Dayne’s constant stream of erotic talk, they didn’t warn her about the next items first.
However, she had educated herself about them. Not only did she read about nipple suction sets in the romance novels and during her online research, she had wanted to try them and almost ordered a set for herself.
Tonight, she was getting her wish. Even better, she didn’t have to use them on herself.
The more they twisted the “screws,” the stronger a vacuum it created and the further her nipples were sucked up into the plastic chambers.
She learned that the increased blood flow to the nipples would make them more sensitive as well as cause them to become larger due to swelling.
It was a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain.
An interesting fact she had also gleaned from her research was that some women could orgasm from nipple stimulation alone. She was curious if she was one of them.
When it was on the verge of becoming too much for her to bear, they stopped twisting the screws but left the suction cups in place.
How much more would they do to her? They had to be running out of sensory play items soon, right?
Apparently not.
Something plastic—shaped like an oxygen mask—cupped her mound. A pumping sound could be heard next, reminding her of when a nurse used a manual blood pressure cuff.
What the ? —
With each pump, the flesh of her folds was pulled tighter into the cup.
“Like the suction cups on your nipples, this pussy pump will bring more blood to this area, making that pretty cunt swell and your clit more sensitive.”
It was a weird sensation at first, but after a few moments, she got used to it. And surprisingly, she liked it.
It remained in place while she listened to the men move around the room, gathering items that might be used on her or each other…
Until she heard the creak of the bed. They weren’t taking a break, were they? She was still suspended from the ceiling with suction toys on her nipples and pussy. “Are you going to leave me like this? ”
“We can’t leave those on her too long,” Heath warned.
Should she be worried?
“We won’t be long,” Dayne assured him.
Heath responded dryly, “I wouldn’t say that’s a positive.”
Cara picked up the humor in Dayne’s voice. “It depends.”
“What’s going on?” she asked. “Tell me what’s happening.”
“If we tell you, that will defeat the purpose of using your imagination,” Heath explained.
It didn’t take long for her to figure it out despite the fact they kept talking so low that she couldn’t hear everything they said. But soon, they couldn’t stay quiet enough. And it didn’t have anything to do with them talking.
The slide of skin across the sheet. The tearing of a foil package. The wet burp-like sound of lube being squirted from a tube. The slap of a hand against skin.
A soft grunt.
A long sigh.
A deep groan.
Then a rhythmic thumping.
They were fucking each other and she was being forced to listen.
She had no idea who was doing who. At least until they began whispering encouragement and louder demands.
“Give me your cock.” Dayne.
Heath growled, “Take it. All of it.”
“Harder,” Dayne demanded.
“Fuck,” Heath groaned.
Ragged breathing now filled any gaps between the words.
“ Fuck .”
“So…damn…hot. So…fucking…tight.” Heath again.
Their words washed over and through her, heating her insides. The picture in her mind’s eye of what they were doing with each other fueled the heat into a roaring bonfire.
They were well aware that she loved to watch the two of them together and to be denied that…
Did they want her to self-combust? Reduce her to a puddle on the floor? Beg for them to remove the blindfold?
She was wondering what their end game could be.
Or maybe they didn’t have one.
Cara began to shake from the built-up sexual frustration. Her pussy was throbbing in the pump. Her clit and her nipples had their own heartbeats.
She needed a release and needed it soon because she was losing her damn mind. “Please… Please …”
She was on fire. Burning up. No longer from the warm honey that had been drizzled all over her, but from the two men and their willingness to spend a week opening her eyes and mind to their erotic world and all its possibilities.
But this week had only been the beginning and not the end. She had so much more to learn, see, and do. Her stay at the resort and the time she spent with both Heath and Dayne had only whetted her appetite and made her even hungrier for more.
Her imagination was running wild and she didn’t think she could take any more. With no use of her hands, she only had one way to stop the ravenous ache between her thighs.
Despite the pussy pump still being attached, she tensed and released the muscles in her thighs while squeezing them together until the friction brought about an orgasm. Once it ripped through her and her current pent-up frustration was gone, she could hear again.
But they were both silent and only the soft music filled the room.
Were they done?
A moment later, she discovered they weren’t finished with each other or with her.
The night had only begun.