Chapter 13
Nadia
I felt so fucking uncomfortable.
It wasn’t the hard wood of the stool against my butt or the fact that every single man was now staring at me.
My hand went to the borrowed dressing gown, automatically stopping it from parting around my thighs when I realised what I was doing.
The three of them were about to see me in all my naked glory if things went to plan.
And that’s what had me on edge.
When my teenage boyfriend brought up experimenting sexually, I was excited.
Girls at school discussed some pretty mild kinks and I thought they were being oh-so daring.
Maybe we’d discover something I liked, that I enjoyed.
That hope went with me into his darkened bedroom, but what I found was something else.
A cheap and flimsy set of lingerie he’d gotten online that scratched at my skin.
Me being moved into positions by him, as if recreating something I was not a part of.
He got all worked up, a wild look in his eye that I didn’t recognise, and then he was scrabbling with his jeans’ zipper, pushing himself inside me seconds later.
My body fought him, not wet at all, and how could I be?
This was a fantasy he had created between himself and his phone screen and I was just the warm, not wholly willing, body he used to re-enact it.
When he finished, he flopped on the bed, flush with pleasure, I stripped the lingerie off me, tossing it aside.
My skin felt raw as he pulled me closer but the hug afterwards was nice.
We broke up a few weeks later, and from his new girlfriend’s report, she was the next person to wear the same lingerie.
My therapist had sympathised with me, then helped me realise what role I played in a situation I didn’t like.
Saying wait, I’m not sure about this or simply no would’ve initiated a conversation about what I was comfortable with.
Teenage me didn’t have those words, but I was a grown woman now.
Throwing off the robe, standing there naked while the three of them were still fully clothed, felt way too vulnerable, but as I scanned the lot of them, I saw I wasn’t the only one reacting to this scene.
Tex smiled as my eyes slid down, taking in the way the thin fabric of his athletic shorts draped over a steadily stiffening cock.
I nodded then smiled back, right before sitting on the stool.
“So, what next?” I asked.
Grey removed a black velvet mask from his pocket and held it out for me to look at.
“This will go over your eyes. For some people, being unable to see means your other senses become sharper.”
“So this is something you’ve done before?” I asked.
That idea helped ease a little of the tension thrumming in my body. If I was just another beta they played with until they met their mate, that helped lower the stakes.
“Never.”
His eyes bore into mine as he stepped forward, moving to place the mask over my head, but he paused, waiting for a nod. I’d have to consider, agree to everything that was about to happen, which was exactly what I needed.
So why did the idea have butterflies of fear and desire fluttering around in my stomach?
The soft fabric settled over my eyes, and the subsequent darkness had me remembering my dream. If I opened them again, would I see stars studding the black fabric? Something… shifted inside me. Not butterflies or nerves. I tried to work it out, right before Grey spoke.
“Now, let’s try something low-key.”
My body expected to be touched, so as soon as it landed on my skin, I found myself leaning into the caress, then going still at the unfamiliar sensation.
Brows creasing, Grey achieved his goal, because I was entirely focussed on what was happening.
Soft, too soft to be their fingertips, it trailed down my collarbone, swishing across my skin and then going lower.
“What…?” My breath was taken away by the silky touch. “What’s that?”
“Just focus on how it feels,” someone said. Ethan, I realised later, as another slippery sensation trailed over my shoulders, then another slid across my calf.
“Feathers,” Grey said in an almost distracted tone. There was a small noise from the others. “I’ll always tell Nadia what’s happening if she asks. Communication, remember?”
But I didn’t need that right now. He was right. Removing my ability to see, anticipate and predict how I would feel made me focus on what was actually happening.
The sensation was almost too light to be a turn on, but it did force me to focus entirely on my skin. Where the feathers would wind next, what they would touch. I gasped as I felt one brush a hardened nipple. There and gone again, my brows creased because it was too quick for me to register.
“Nadia…?”
The question in Grey’s voice was almost unwelcome. I didn’t want to think, didn’t want to have to formulate a response, but as each feather stopped moving, I was forced to.
“Fine,” I replied. “I’m fine.”
A small chuff of amusement from someone and then the feathers returned, now a little different.
Was I just getting the point of them before, because it felt like the sensation was broader, easier to feel now.
A shiver in response, because it was almost a ticklish thing.
However, I’d never craved someone burrowing their fingers in my ribs as I was starting to do this.
Two feathers moved now, tracing smaller and smaller circles until those velvety fibres swept across my nipples at the same time.
A feather was brushing across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, getting higher and higher.
Pressure increased around my nipples, making me more and more aware of them.
My mind struggled to follow each of their paths because there were too many feathers.
Head rolling back, I stopped trying and did something unexpected.
Let myself just feel.
Time, space, the noises outside, they all dropped away, and for that, I would thank each of them when this was done.
Too many times during sex, intrusive thoughts about what needed to be done and what had to be added to the shopping list crowded out any feeling of connection.
Not now. It was like my dream, in a way.
The wolf had run across the darkened earth, completely in tune with her own body, and I felt the same perched on the stool, right up until the feather was removed from one nipple and replaced by a much more direct form of stimulation.
The feather between my legs traced the shape of my pubic mound as thick fingers pinched down to force my nipples to become hard beads.
“Need to know if this hurts, omega.” I blinked behind the mask, feeling like a deep diver that was slowly swimming to the surface. “It should only be a little bit of a pinch, but…”
Something hard and cold. No two, hard cold things slid either side of my nipple and then quickly tightened.
“Oh…!”
My back went straight at the sudden change in sensation.
“Talk to us,” Ethan said. “Communication, remember? Does this hurt?”
“It…” I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was feeling. “Kind of pinches?”
“Take them off,” Tex commanded. “Pinchy is bad.”
“No.” My hands flew up, covering my breasts before they could do just that, and I felt something long, slender and metal pressing into each one.
“It…” My hands moved experimentally, gingerly touching my breasts, and that provoked a groan from someone.
“Sometimes it feels like nipple play has to hurt a little to work.”
“Entirely possible.” That had to be Grey.
“The endorphins produced by the body can trick our nerves into thinking it’s pleasure we feel.
” His hands were gentle as he set mine aside, then slowly, he gave one side a tug.
I began to writhe on the stool, the pleasure and pain increasing at the same pace.
“But that means we have to be very careful. How are we feeling, omega?”
“Good.” That was gasped out before I could think twice, because it was like the same fiery sensation tore through my groin. “Yeah, good. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t think of it, but how about this?” Tex said.
I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but suddenly the sensation vibrated like a plucked guitar string. Pleasure/pain/pleasure/pain, my senses registered until I settled on one.
Pleasure.
I had no words, just panted through the feeling until it trailed away.
“Well, that seemed to be a successful experiment. I wonder how this will feel?”
A low buzz filled the air. I knew it was a vibe because I had my own selection at home, and that had a curl of anticipation tightening inside me.
Bringing sex toys into the bedroom never went well for me in the past, but for them to have anticipated that I’d like them?
It had me jumping as the vibe touched the metal clamp around my nipple.
Pleasure defeated pain, sending long waves of it pulsing through me, forcing me forward.
But when I did so, something that buzzed far louder was pressed between my thighs.
I was panting with everything I had, the shock, the sensation, pushing me close to the edge.
And Grey sensed that.
“Tell me when you’re close.” All of his cool composure was gone as a hand slapped down on my shoulder. “Nadia, tell me and I’ll pull this away.”
“Why…?” I moaned.
“Because we’re going to take you to the edge over and over and you’re going to curse us to hell as we do it.”
“Grey—”
“But when I finally let you come?” His mouth was just above my ear because I could feel his hot breath on my skin. “It’s going to be so much more intense. Tell me that’s what you want.”
Some rebellious part of me wanted to shake my head as my hips moved convulsively, seeking greater contact with the bulbous end of the vibrator between my legs. I could just keep on going, experiencing a shattering release.
Or…?
I could almost see that dark figure that emerged from the shadows of my dreams. His smile was cruel, his gaze intent, as he took in the position I was in. That hint of challenge in those silver eyes, it was what finally forced me to answer him.
“Yes…!”
I let out a groan filled with loss as all stimulation was removed suddenly.
Well, almost all of them.
Fingers gripped something hanging on the end of the nipple clamp and gave it a tug. No doubt they watched me squirm.
“Well then, gentleman.” There was a hint of a smile in Grey’s tone. “We have our orders. How many times do you think we can bring the omega to the point of orgasm before she loses control?”
“Five or six at least,” Ethan replied.
My hands slapped down on the stool rim, nail burrowing into the wood. What the hell had I signed myself up for? As if in response to that, big, strong arms wrapped around me and I leaned into that broad chest.
“Don’t worry,” Tex said. “The minute you say stop.” His hand slid between my legs, cupping my mound, and my hips shifted to increase contact. “I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”
A single finger teased my entrance, but didn’t push inwards.
“Yes…” I said, to the penetration, to the scenario, to him. “Yes, please.”