Chapter 9
Tink
There is nothing like a blindfold to change the face of a scene.
I wasn’t lying when I said I trust Hook with my body, but not being able to see what’s coming has anticipation and a delicious lick of fear curling through me.
There is only one true rule in the Underworld, but there have been times in the past when people broke it.
When someone was threatened or harmed because of an ignored safe word.
I just don’t know what he’s going to do.
His big hand comes to rest at the back of my neck.
Not gripping, exactly. It’s more of a steadying touch and hell if I don’t lean back into it.
He’s my rock in the sea of blackness, the one thing I can be sure of in this room.
His voice sounds in my ear, low and intimate.
“I’m feeling particularly generous, so I’m going to give you a series of choices tonight. ”
It’s a trap. It has to be.
I lick my lips. “Okay.”
“First up—pain or pleasure?”
I strain my ears, but I can’t sense anything except him at my back.
I suspect he left the room when I heard the door open and shut, but I’ve also seen that trick set up to only seem like the Dominant left their submissive unattended.
The agony of waiting without knowing for sure is a special kind of foreplay.
If he did leave … What did he leave to do?
In the end, I can only answer him honestly. “Both.”
His chuckle rumbles through me, and I clench my thighs together in response.
I’ve denied my attraction to him for so long, it’s as if it’s been building all this time, a volcano ready to erupt in a flurry of really impulsive fucking decisions.
Even knowing that, I can’t stop. I’m trapped and afraid, and damn it, I’m going to take this little slice of pleasure for myself, and I’m not making a single damn apology for it.
I want Hook. It’s enough of a reason to take it.
His free hand catches mine. “Greedy girl. You think I won’t give you exactly what you want and more?”
“What I want is your cock.” The words burst free, a truth I’ve been actively ignoring for far too long.
“As always, my offer stands.” His mouth brushes my bare shoulder. “Providing you’re willing to get on your knees and beg.”
I know I’m going to get to that point. It’s inevitable. I want him inside me. I want him using his body to pound away my worries until we’re sweaty and exhausted and sated. I just plain want him. But I’m a prideful creature, and I can’t make myself beg. Not like this. Not yet.
I shake my head slowly. “No.”
Instead of sounding disappointed, his voice is downright delighted.
“I thought as much. Don’t worry, beautiful girl.
I said I’ll take care of you tonight, and I have every intention of following through on that.
” He pauses, the moment filled with anticipation.
I can’t help holding my breath as Hook releases my hand, though he keeps the heavy weight of his palm against my neck.
He strokes his thumb down the side of my throat.
“Since you can’t have my cock, I’ve arranged for several substitutes. ”
A second set of hands land lightly on my hips, calluses pressing against my over-sensitized skin.
Even knowing better, I jump. A rough laugh in front of me tells me what I already suspected from the touch.
Gaeton. No one has hands quite as large as his.
A moment later, his breath ghosts over my stomach, and then his tongue follows.
I have to fight back a flinch. I love my body, but I’m not immune to body image issues.
My stomach is soft, and there are several other body parts I’d prefer his mouth on if I had a choice.
Hook’s voice in my ear drags me back to the here and now. “Cross your wrists at the small of your back.”
I move slowly to obey. Too slowly, because Gaeton snags my wrists and guides them to where Hook wants. He pins them in place with a single hand and Hook tsks. “Are you planning on being difficult, Tink?”
“I’m always difficult.” My voice is breathy despite my best efforts.
“That’s the fucking truth,” Gaeton murmurs against my stomach. He bypasses the garter belt, and his tongue dips beneath the band of my panties. Not enough touch to do more than tease with the promise of later.
“Mmm.” Hook isn’t quite laughing at me, but he sounds like he wants to.
I’ve had Doms of every flavor over the years, but he’s one of the few who doesn’t bother with the distant power thing.
He’s amused and enjoying the hell out of himself already and isn’t bothering to play games.
At least not games of emotional distance.
He is playing games, though. “I suppose we’ll have to ensure she keeps her hands where we can see them. ”
Gaeton keeps stroking my hips and pressing lazy kisses along the line of my panties. Despite myself, I relax, letting Hook’s hand on the back of my neck support me a little as I arch my hips against Gaeton’s mouth.
Then a third set of hands touch me. Soft palms. Long nails. Feminine.
I freeze, but she doesn’t seem to care if I’m at ease or not.
She takes my wrists from Gaeton and presses them into a padded cuff.
Every move speaks of a wealth of experience as she tests the tightness to ensure it’s not uncomfortable, and then her touch disappears and reappears on my other side.
A cool metal bar replaces Hook’s hand at the base of my neck.
I’m left wide open, unable to move my arms.
They shift around me, and Gaeton drags my panties down my legs.
I put them on over the garter belt for exactly this reason, and Hook’s low curse is a reward in and of itself.
“What a pretty picture you make.” He smooths his hands through my hair, and as the weight adjusts, I belatedly realize he’s braided it to keep it out of my face.
Not that I can see while I’m wearing the blindfold, but Hook has his own reasons. He always has.
A cool press of a blade at my sternum and the bastard cuts off my bra. I jerk back, but the woman catches me. She’s slight, but she’s strong. Between her hands on my shoulders and Gaeton’s on my hips, they keep me on my feet. “What the fuck, Hook? Do you know how expensive that was?”
“Hold still.”
Part of me wants to obey, but I’ve already spent too much of this scene cowed. “Fuck off.”
I can hear his grin with his next command. “Hold her still.”
Gaeton’s grip changes, digging into my hips even as he nuzzles my pussy. The woman must take hold of the spreader bar because I’m forced to bend back until I’m leaning against her. I get a faint whiff of amber, and suddenly I know exactly who she is. Malone. The Golden Queen.
Holy shit, Hook has pulled out all the stops for this scene.
I fight because I can’t seem to help myself, because every time they forcibly still me, my desire spikes higher.
Through it all, I track Hook’s footsteps as he circles us.
He’s stepping heavy on purpose, letting me know exactly where he is, giving me something to ground myself with when the rest of the scene is so out of my control.
“The nipple clamps.” His voice comes from a short distance, so I know it’s not his hands that cup my breasts. It’s not his mouth that sucks my nipples to stiff peaks.
There are three other people in the room with us. I can’t quite wrap my mind around it. I know he likes to share, but this feels like something different altogether.
The third man fastens the nipple clamps and gives my breasts one last squeeze that’s just shy of painful. Gaeton is still teasing me, not quite licking, not giving me the contact I need. Malone has me forcibly immobile.
I know I can stop this with a word. All of them will respect it. Ultimately, I have the power here, even if it’s only in relinquishing it entirely.
I don’t want it to stop. I welcome the cascade of sensations as they lift me a little and someone hooks the spreader bar to what sounds like a chain overhead.
I’m not quite suspended—my feet can still barely touch the ground—but it’s a precarious balance.
As if to prove that truth, Gaeton and Malone release me, and I wobble.
Hook catches me instantly, which tells me that he was here all along.
That I was never in any danger of falling.
The thought makes me want to laugh. It’s true. I’ve lost the ability to fall a long time ago. I have no interest in getting it back. Not even for him. Especially not for him.
“Still with me?” He murmurs. For a second, I can almost imagine his thumbs brushing my cheekbones, but the touch is gone so quickly, I’m sure I imagine it.
I lick my lips. “Where else would I be?”
“Good.” Another light touch, this time his lips on mine. “You get your pain before you get your pleasure.”
It takes my swirling mind a few precious moments to catch up to what he’s talking about, and by then his touch is gone, and he’s just a disembodied voice in the near distance. “Gaeton is going to lick your pretty pussy, but you will not come until I allow it.”
“Orgasm deprivation. Real original.” I try to smirk, but I can’t quite manage it. It takes everything I have to keep up the attitude, but I don’t have another choice. We’ve barely begun to play, and I’m already teetering on the brink of something unforgivable.
“Let’s see if you keep that smart mouth through what I have planned, beautiful girl.”
I open said smart mouth to reply, but Gaeton chooses that moment to grab my thighs and drag me bodily to his mouth, lifting me a bit so my toes barely touch the ground.
I’m not small, but he’s built like a brick house and his arms don’t even shake as he drags his tongue over my pussy.
“Mmmm.” Gaeton rumbles out a laugh. “Hook, you give the best gifts.”
“I’m just getting started.” Hook still sounds amused, but his voice is rougher, as if he’s just as affected by this as I am. “Begin.”