“Can you move, Sofia?” His gaze was as relentless as the sun in the sky. “Can you?”
What a question. His grip on her hair would spike her with pain if she moved her head too far. His weight on her pelvis and his thighs pressed either side of her buttocks meant she couldn’t move there either. Only her legs were free. He knew the answer. He wanted her to acknowledge that she was trapped. Her clit pulsed.
She inhaled, once, breathing in his weight and the dominating presence of his body. “No. I can’t.”
“Am I fat?” He tweaked her hair.
“Ow!”
The curve at one corner of his mouth gave away his amusement, but she didn’t dare say anything insulting.
“No.”
“Better. Now I’m going to string you up and do what I like to you.”
String you up. The words avalanched through her. The blood fled her veins. But, she wanted this so much. Scary sexiness, thy name is Dankyo.
Without fuss, he tied her ankles together, picked her up, took her to the bed, and laid her on it facedown. A bundle of white ropes lay near her nose. He showed her four black leather cuffs, then placed them on the bed. Now and then, as he buckled them onto her wrists and ankles, he’d stop and play with the plug in her nether hole. She protested once. But he punished that with a slap on her rear. The slap jarred the plug. Ouch. So not fair.
Her ass stung. Yet the indignity and the punishment had made her so swollen and wet. She wriggled her clit against the quilt, dying for relief.
“Now.” He’d gotten off the bed and was staring upward at a chain hanging from the ceiling. “They tell me this is sufficient to hold a monstrous weight. And I seem to recall you’re my mermaid, not a monster. My wriggly, soft mermaid.”
He picked her up and carried her to the middle of the room.
Once he had her standing beneath the chain, he untied her hands and feet, fastened her wrist cuffs together, and did as he’d threatened, strung her from the ceiling. She blinked.
Naked. With her arms stretched above her head, she was so exposed. This seemed surreal.
“How is that?” As he walked around her, the light touch of his hand slowly spiraling from her back to her belly sent out ripples of heat.
“Good.”
“Good? Since you giggled at the rape, I shall try other things, my lady. Dark things.” He smiled, then unthreaded the belt from the loops on his trousers. After tossing the belt onto the bed, he draped several pieces of the rope across one shoulder, then moved in on her, flatfooted, stalking—a man with a target in his sight.
She swallowed and watched him, unblinking, craning her neck to keep him in view. What were dark things? Or was he only teasing her? Feeling a rising ache, she tensed her thighs, pressing them onto her clit.
Though she could stand on the soles of her feet, there was no way to escape. Even if she could escape, he’d run her to earth in this room. That fleeting idea made her shiver. The tiled floor was cold. As his gaze travelled over her body, her nipples bunched tight. Like a slave at an auction, she was on display and helpless.
“Do you like this?” Dankyo circled her. When he was behind her, the end of a rope snapped at her side and then her buttocks.
“Ow!” The whip and slap echoed in her flesh. Had he knotted the rope?
Another, two, three, four, hits stung her.
Ducking was impossible. The spits of pain spun like embers blown by a high wind. Heat gathered, licking at her, making her cleft swell, taunting her. She arched, presenting her bottom to the rope.
“Answer me.”
Sofia squirmed, twisting her feet. “Yes,” she said thickly. Lust clogged her throat. “Mmm.”
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Hmm.”
He draped a rope over the back of her neck, took it down between her breasts, then proceeded to wrap and tie it about her upper body, drawing the rope tight until her breasts were firmly caged. Blood filled them with each pulse, and each throb beat further, deeper, making her pant. She looked down—her breasts were like fruit bursting with ripeness.
“Gorgeous, my lady.” He put both hands on her at once, holding her breasts, then bent to lightly kiss each nipple. The sensation buried her. A moan broke from her mouth.
“Dankyo…”
“Yes?” Hands still on her breasts, he caressed her as he waited.
“Please, touch me.” She dragged in air through her nose, groaned again while grasping the rope above to stop herself collapsing. If he kept doing that, she’d come. She tried to thrust herself onto his thigh, but he moved.
“Soon. Not yet.”
This time her groan was one of frustration.
Another rope he took between her legs, bypassing her clit. When the rope was tied at her back, a knot slid between her plump labia, and another slid right over her clit. So wet. Her thighs felt the spill of moisture. Her legs weakened. She closed her eyes, imagining how she must look to him.
“Much much better.” Dankyo came up behind her and tightened the rope at her back. “Lovely. You look like you’ll split in two if this goes tighter.” He put his hand over her mound and wiggled one finger down along the moist rope, exploring, arousing her, dipping into her cleft, then out. “This rope goes so far up into your pussy that your lips meet over the top of it.”
She squeaked and quivered. Controlled. Subject to his will.
I want. I want so much.
Do something! Bite me. Spank me. Put yourself inside me. She gasped and spread her legs as his fingers thrust into her vagina.
“I love this—being able to do what I want to you.”
Standing behind her, with his chin above her ear, he cradled a breast in his palm, rolling the nipple to and fro with finger and thumb. He pinched a path down to her cleavage and up the other side. Though he was dressed, his cock prodded at her back, sometimes bumping the anal plug. And all the while, his fingers kept on pinching and scoring and tracing over every part of her belly, thighs, and breasts.
Small bites of pain, small nibbles of pleasure, and they rolled together into one, until every beat of her heart seemed to lift her skin from her body.
She sagged against him, gasping. Her thighs were wet. Everywhere throbbed. Her mind hazed.
“You give me evil ideas,” he whispered.
He did something that tightened the rope at her back. If she relaxed onto the flats of her feet, the rope went even higher into her pussy.
“Don’t come,” he added. “Don’t come, or I will punish you so badly.”
“Nooo.” She knew she wailed but couldn’t help it. “I need to!”
“Shh.”
The rope was sodden with her juices already. Now…now it became a part of her torture. She went onto her toes but couldn’t stay there for long. Her clit throbbed in time with her skin where he’d marked it. He began again, holding her while he conducted his strange experiment of pain and pleasure on every square inch of the front of her body, pinching her hard, then soft, then denting her skin with his nails.
He stopped and felt her wrists. “Are you numb, hurting in your arms?”
Where? She focused, dredged up logical thought from the depths of her mind. “No.”
“Don’t come,” he reminded her. “Tell me if you want to.”
Don’t come. Throb throb. The words and her clit and her skin pulsed in perfect rhythm with her heart. Fascinated, she listened to her body. It took the first strike of his belt to shock her back into clarity.
Pain streaked across her buttock. Heat flared. The rope squashed into her groin. She went up on her toes again. But the belt kept smacking at her, and then her toes started to hurt. After fifteen…or was it ten strokes—she lost count—she cried out.
He paused.
Mouth gaping open, sweat dribbling down her forehead, she gasped a few times. “Stop. Stop. I’m going to come.”
Head down, staring at her distant feet, she tried to forget the incredible tensi
on in her groin, to forget that incredible perfect moment waiting, waiting for a last touch.
“Good.” Dankyo ran both hands down her sides, then wiggled the plug and slowly drew it from her. When the biggest part of it was on the verge of leaving her, she gasped, then jumped as he popped it out.
She listened with her eyes shut as he undressed. Heard the slick sounds of lubrication being applied.
Footsteps.
The way he studied her as he approached made her wonder what he planned. His erection fascinated her. It glistened with moisture, and she imagined herself impaled on there. God. Yes, please. Her clit and the rope and the way he’d made her skin feel all tumbled together.
He stopped before her and stroked her cheek. The hard yet speculative look made her wonder at his thoughts. “You make a delicious victim, Sofia.”
She swallowed. I’m standing here all tied up and aching. The ropes, and how they held her, made her body clamor for attention. Begging was so undignified. “I want to come.” That was nearly a whine. Don’t care. Do. Not. Care.
“I know.” His mouth quirked.
You bastard. “Pleeese?” She wiggled back up on her toes, only to feel the knot of the rope stir her clit.
“Are these okay?” He indicated the ropes but didn’t touch her.
Bastard. She inhaled deep while looking at the floor. “Yes.”
“This is my fantasy.”
He clicked his fingers. “Come in!”
Her gaze snapped upward.
The door opened, and Tansu entered. She shed her red skirt and tunic as she walked. By the time she reached the bed, she was naked.
Oh. Sofia looked at Dankyo.
“I want to see you come with a woman’s mouth on you.”
She rested her tongue on her upper lip. Tansu stared back, blatantly studying Sofia’s body. Tingles spread like wildfire through her, reawakening the need. Dare I?
“If you’re wondering,” he added, “I’m not making her do this. She wants to. But this will be once only. I’m not going to touch Tansu, only you, unless both of you want otherwise.” He came to her, put his palm on her chin, and tilted her face so she must look into his eyes. “Either way, I am making love to you how I want to. Unless you use your word.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
She’d seen Tansu many times, but never naked. And she’d never seen another woman in this way—sexually. Not truly—not when the sex was imminent, and not when she hung in ropes, exposed, and dying to be allowed to orgasm. For a fragment of a second, Tansu wore a bold look on her face that said she too regarded Sofia as a most delicious victim.
Where was the subservient slave girl?
As the woman sauntered forward, it was impossible not to look at her luscious carmine-tinted lips, at the feminine curves of her full breasts and hips, and on her bare mound, at the tantalizing line marking the opening of her sex.
Sofia shivered and barely stopped herself from squirming. With her hands bound above her and the marks of Dankyo’s beating still throbbing on her skin, she felt like a sacrifice.
Tansu paused before her, legs shoulder-width apart, eyes bright, and her gaze cruised downward, lingering pointedly on Sofia’s bound breasts, then on her mons.
The tiny smile on Tansu’s face was triumphant.
Am I simply an object?
“She is beautiful. May I, sir?” Tansu’s gaze flicked over Sofia’s shoulder.
“You may do whatever you wish to Sofia.”
The rope that carved between her labia loosened and fell away. She could stand flatfooted again. But his words resonated.
In her heart, she knew Dankyo would not allow harm to be done, but still… I am an object, in this moment. The thoughts thudded into her. I’m a possession, a thing, here for them to play with. Her pulse accelerated.
“Thank you.” As reverent as a sculptor approaching a work of art, Tansu raised a hand and stroked down Sofia’s cheek. Her words were quiet. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
Sofia stopped breathing. I’m caught, wrapped up, and delivered. But what stunned her most was how much Tansu’s lips enticed her.
Yet as Tansu came in for a kiss, she ducked away.
“Stay.” Dankyo gripped a handful of her hair, and she felt it wound tight by his fist. “Be still. I have given you to Tansu to play with.” Sofia quivered. Tension ached through her. Then he kissed her neck.
This time the triumph was blatant, stamped on Tansu’s face, on her moves, on the way she fitted herself softly yet astutely into Sofia’s body. It crumbled down to one thing—dominance. Breast to breast, her body pressed against Sofia’s; then her lips came in and took. She engulfed Sofia’s mouth, and her tongue thrust between her lips.
With Dankyo holding her in place, Sofia could enjoy without guilt. Guilt…something called to her there. The truth was, she wanted this, and she succumbed and answered Tansu’s kiss with her own tongue and lips.
“That’s it,” Tansu whispered, with her hands on Sofia’s buttocks. “Kiss me.”
Crocodile. The word was in her mind. But the prospect of being toyed with by both Dankyo and Tansu almost unhinged her. She’d reached some impossible level of arousal and might disintegrate at any moment.
The little soft duel of their tongues, and Tansu’s breath mingling with hers; these things occupied Sofia for a bare second. Everything else whirled in—Dankyo’s hard muscles behind her, Tansu’s softer form in front; they boxed her in, ran their hands over her engorged breasts, her pussy, her legs, and up into her cleft.
The rising tide of a climax absorbed her. She shuddered, and fresh moisture leaked from her slit. She twisted her toes into the floor, arched forward her pelvis. A little more, a little more.
“More,” she choked out the word, half aware Tansu had stopped kissing her.
There was laughter. Not Dankyo’s—it was soft and feminine.
“Shh.” Like some luscious siren from a myth come to taunt her, Tansu moved down her body, leaving a path of cooling kisses on her neck. When Tansu reached her breasts, Sofia tried to shuffle back, but Dankyo was there, his cock prodding at her anus, his hands spreading the cheeks of her ass.
The rope cage had left her breasts so full, and so sensitive. Each touch was like a blissful fire.
Small hands cradled them. A gentle heat engulfed one nipple. Tansu’s mouth. She looked down to see her sucking, then felt the tongue sweep across her aching nipple. Dankyo’s phallus penetrated—a thick delicious invasion, stretching her just that extra fraction, enough to make it hurt. She panted, accommodating the burn. Yet she wanted more. The sucking and licking, the capture of her breasts, the slow thrust up into her nether hole—as swift as lightning, she lifted into the onslaught of an orgasm, and was trapped there, shaking, gasping, crying out her pleasure.
Exhausted, she clutched the rope above. She would not collapse, would not give Tansu that satisfaction. Something made her want to deny that last surrender. Mouth open and with her chest still heaving, she waited, trembling, trying to recover her composure. The woman smiled back—a placid and utterly confident smile.
Damn her. She thinks I’m hers. She wants to conquer me. As logic returned, she saw that and resisted. I’m Dankyo’s, not yours.
Tansu folded her knees and slithered downward, her mouth bestowing baby kisses on Sofia’s belly. Each one made her shiver. Kneeling, Tansu cupped Sofia’s sex.
“You’re so pretty, Sofia.” As light as a brush on canvas, Tansu traced her fingernail around Sofia’s clit, circling, circling.
Mesmerizing—a woman’s mouth near her most private place. Sofia stared into those light brown eyes. Specks of light reflected like gold.
Tansu laid her cheek on Sofia’s thigh. “I’m going to make you come again, while your man makes love to you. I may never have you again, but I want you mine for a little while. Please?” As she spoke, Dankyo slid all the way in. His balls touched the back of Sofia’s thighs. He bit her neck, and she hauled in a breath.
Please? The asking changed everything.
Her anus clamped onto Dankyo’s shaft, the little muscles in her entrance stretched to their limits. Panting, pushed forward by his thrust, she blinked at Tansu. A second thrust forced a squeak from her. Strands of hair draped across her eyes. She nodded, then choked out, “Yes.”
Another tender kiss was pressed onto her inner thigh, while Tansu kept her fingernail going around and around. “Thank you. Now, I’m going to eat you all up.”
Her simple words tumbled through Sofia, rolling up her defenses.
Tansu poked out her tongue and dabbed a tiny lick right on the top of Sofia’s clit. Electricity. Sheer ecstatic electricity.
Sure her eyes were wide as a sea, Sofia whimpered. Dankyo thrust in and out, slowly, gentle in a way. He halted, ground himself deep, then said something guttural she couldn’t understand.
Tansu held up her hand with her three fingers coned together, then worked them a half inch into Sofia’s vulva. Her entrance tightened, released. “This time, your screams are mine. Do you want me to fuck you, Sofia?”
What would it be like with Tansu inside her too?
“Answer her.” Dankyo shoved even higher, almost lifting her feet off the ground. Then he stilled, held her there. She curled her fingers on the rope and wanted to wriggle on him, wanted him to move.
Oh God, yes. Yes, I do.
“Sofia? Do you want me to fuck you?” Such a pretty delicate woman, yet Tansu’s words had power.
Reluctantly, she said, as faintly as she could, “Yes.”
“Say it properly, Sofia. What do you want?” That tongue, that diabolical tongue, dabbed out again and swirled on the very top of her clit. Those gold-and-brown eyes. Hand held at her pussy. Dominance. Pleasure. Submission.
She trembled, groaned at the spreading bliss.
“Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me, please. Please, please, fuck me.”
“Good girl.” Dankyo slid his hands around to cup her breasts and put his thumbs atop her nipples.
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