Roped for Pleasure

by Lacey Thorn

He looked at her intently as if trying to see something deep inside her. “What if you could replace them?”

  “Replace them? How do I manage that?”

  “It depends.”

  “On what?”

  “How open you are to what I suggest.”

  She looked at him, searching his expression. “You want to tie me up?”

  He nodded in agreement.

  She couldn’t hold back the shudder that racked her body. “The same way he did?”

  “Yes, but it will be different. We’ll replace the memory of your night with him, of the terror and helplessness he made you feel. Replace it with new memories. We’ll take the ropes and bindings and turn them into instruments of pleasure. We’ll wash the bad away with only good.”

  “Will it work?”

  “I don’t know for sure,” he answered honestly. “I’ve been reading about it since I left you in the kitchen.”

  She couldn’t help but show her surprise. “You have?”

  “I want to purge the bastard from your mind. I never want him to hurt you again.”

  “He can’t hurt me.”

  “Isn’t he?”

  “What did you read?”

  Dasan swallowed, and for the first time, Tara noticed he was just as nervous as she was.

  “Some studies I found on survivors of violent crimes. Sometimes it helped them to relive what had happened in a safe environment, where they had control over the outcome. Helped them to exorcise demons and ghosts.”

  Tara walked over to him and touched his face with her fingertips. “Thank you.”

  “For what?” he whispered, leaning his face into her touch.

  “For caring.”

  He merely looked at her, then turned and placed a kiss on her palm. She stepped into him and used her hand to guide his mouth down to hers. The kiss started out soft, gentle, but quickly changed as fire heated their blood. Dasan assumed control from her, his hands finding purchase on her waist and pulling her tight against him. For all the passion, his touch was soft, soothing. Already her nightmare faded from her mind.

  She pulled her mouth from his and moaned as he forged a path down her neck to her shoulder, pushing the robe aside as he went. It fell open, revealing her naked form beneath.

  “Yes,” she moaned as he detoured down to the upper curve of her breast and flicked his tongue over her nipple. He latched on and sucked hard, forcing it up toward the roof of his mouth. Her moans grew louder, carrying on the night air. Her robe was jerked apart, and Dasan went to his knees before her.

  His lips were a hot brand over her skin. His fingers parted her curls and tapped against the swollen bud of her clitoris where it peeked out between her pussy lips. Her knees almost buckled when his hot breath blew softly over her. Her hands clenched in his hair, and she struggled with a need to pull him closer, press him to her.

  His tongue brushed over her again and again, lapping at her as if he were a cat and she a warm bowl of milk.

  “Dasan, please,” she begged him.

  With a husky chuckle, he spread her and feasted. She panted and moaned, riding his face and the wicked stroke of his tongue. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of his dark head between her thighs. He glanced up. Their eyes met and held as he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked gently.

  He rubbed a finger just inside her, teasing her.

  “Dasan,” she panted his name.

  “Don’t look away,” he commanded and thrust his finger deep.

  She cried out, holding his gaze as he fucked her with his finger. Pleasure rose inside her, building and growing until she couldn’t contain it any longer. With a low cry, she came, Dasan’s name spilling from her lips.

  “You look beautiful in moonlight,” Charlie said softly. She had no idea how long he’d been there.

  “That she does,” Sam said, coming to stand in the doorway beside Charlie.

  Dasan rose to stand beside her. She tugged her robe together and loosely retied it before letting her gaze slide from one to another and back again until she stopped on Dasan. Slowly, she nodded her head.

  “Are you sure?” Dasan asked, understanding exactly what she was agreeing to.

  “Sure about what?” Sam asked.

  “I want you to tie me to the bed, to blindfold me. I want to replace bad memories with good ones.”

  “Great ones,” Dasan vowed.

  “The research you were doing?” Charlie asked, and Dasan nodded. “You’re not afraid?”

  Tara shook her head. “I’m not afraid. Not of this. Not of you.”

  Sam stepped forward and swept her up high against his chest. “I know just the place,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

  She had lied. She was afraid. Not of them, but of her reaction to what they planned. Would she be able to handle the restraints? The darkness caused by a blindfold? Already her heartbeat was speeding up. Sam brushed his lips over her hair.

  “If you change your mind, if it’s more than you can handle, just say the word and it all stops,” he whispered to her.

  And therein lay the difference. Though she would still be bound, she would be in control. Their hands would not be touching to inflict pain, but pleasure. There would be no fear, only anticipation. And if she was very lucky, they would help her cast aside the dreams of that night and replace them with new ones.

  Sam carried her into a room and set her on the biggest bed she’d ever seen. It dominated the room, easily able to accommodate the four of them. The lights were dim, and she couldn’t take much in other than the bulk of the furniture around her.

  “Whose room is this?” No way would she admit she’d peeked in this room before and fantasized about being in the bed.

  “Mine,” Charlie said as he followed Dasan inside and shut the door. He walked over to his dresser and pulled a drawer open. Reaching inside, he pulled something free and tossed it on the bed beside her. Ropes.

  She stroked her hand over them. Silk.

  Something else landed on the bed, another piece of black silk. She picked it up and let it flow through her fingers.

  “To blindfold you,” Dasan informed her.

  She swallowed, but it wasn’t fear firing through her veins. It was lust, desire, need.

  Tara stood up and untied her robe. She slowly pulled it open and let it slide from her shoulders, down her arms, to drop onto the floor. She ran her hands up her belly to grasp her breasts and lift them.

  “Keep that up and we’ll have to wait for round two before using the ties,” Sam told her, his eyes eating her from head to toe.

  “On the bed,” Charlie ordered.

  She licked her lips and sat, using her hands to push herself to the middle of the bed. For the first time, she brought that night to her mind without fear consuming her.

  “My hands were tied together, then tied to the bed frame.”

  Dasan nodded, grabbed the rope and moved toward her. Holding her gaze, he bound her wrists tightly together. “Okay?” he asked, and she nodded. “Lay down for me.”

  She reclined on the bed and held her arms up above her head without being prompted. She took a deep breath as he tied her to the bed. She tugged against the ropes. They were tight, secure, but didn’t cut into her skin.

  Tara licked her lips. “My legs were pulled apart and tied. He…He wrapped the rope around my ankles and tied them to the bedposts.” Her heart was beating a little faster. Fear trying to creep in.

  “Look at me,” Sam said. “We can stop right here if you want. Your arms are tied. Maybe we should take this slowly. Start with just your hands.”

  “No,” Tara answered with a shake of her head. “I want to do this. I need to do this.” She wasn’t sure if she was telling them or reassuring herself.

  Charlie moved to the end of the bed. One by one he lifted her feet, trailed kisses along her arches, then wrapped the rope around her ankles. When they were both secured to the bed, he sat beside her.

  “Only pleasure this time
,” he assured her. “Every touch meant to seduce.” His fingers trailed down her side, skimming the curve of her breast, the curve of her hip. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against her cheek, then ran his tongue up to her ear. “Pleasure, Tara. All for you.”

  She moaned and undulated on the bed. He trailed his lips down along her jaw and back up to take her lips. Then he slid from the bed and stood next to Dasan and Sam. They began to strip for her. Clothes dropped to the floor, revealing hard masculine flesh that had her mouth watering. She wanted them, all of them

  “Time for the blindfold,” Dasan said as he moved toward her.

  The silk slid across her face, up over her eyes, and took her vision away. She had a moment of panic, a moment where she was slammed back into the past. She was panting for air. Fear taking her by the throat and choking off any sound that wanted to emerge from her throat.

  “Stay with us.” Dasan’s voice broke through her paralysis. “Stay here. Remember where you are. Who we are.”

  She nodded her head, still not able to form words.

  “Tara?” She could hear the question in Charlie’s voice.

  “I’m okay,” she panted. “I’m okay.”

  “Take the fucking blindfold off,” Sam ordered.

  “No.” A scream in her head that came out as a whisper. “No, I can do this. I just…I just got lost for a minute. Talk to me. Keep me here, now.”

  “You amaze me,” Charlie said. “So strong. So brave.”

  “Intelligent,” Dasan crooned.

  “Every time I look at you, I want to pull you close. Touch you. Kiss you,” Sam added.

  “Touch me,” she begged. “Kiss me.”

  They reached for her, and every touch brought her back to the present. Their lips, their hands, the brush of their cocks against her skin reminded her of where she was and the men with her.

  “Talk to me.”

  A mouth took her nipple and sucked greedily on it. It was Dasan. She recognized the touch of his lips on her skin.

  “Dasan,” she crooned his name. “I want to hold you close, to wrap my fingers in your hair.”

  He moaned against her flesh and nipped her with his teeth.

  “My turn to taste your sweet pussy,” Sam crooned. She felt him move between her thighs. His breath was a warm current of air over her. “I’m going to lick and suck you until you come all over my face.”

  “Oh, God,” Tara moaned.

  A hand rubbed over her other nipple. Small circles that grew smaller as her nipple tightened.

  “So beautiful,” Charlie whispered. “So responsive to touch.” His fingers closed around the bud and pinched. “We’re going to take turns, Tara. Sucking, tasting, and fucking. We’re going to be gluttons where you’re concerned.”

  “Yes,” she agreed.

  “I’m going to spank you with my hand,” Charlie continued. His fingers disappeared from her nipple. “I’m going to let you feel how good it can be.” His hand returned with a sharp slap over her nipple.

  It tingled, and she cried out. Not with pain, though, there was a slight edge to it. Lust fired her blood and had her wiggling as much as her bonds allowed. Dasan popped her nipple free and blew over it, making it pucker further. Sam ran his tongue up her slit and flicked it around her clit.

  “Mmmmmm,” he moaned, pressing his lips against her, so the sound worked like a vibrator along her clit.

  “You like that?” Charlie asked. “Like the way we touch you?”

  “Yes,” she cried out.

  Dasan bit softly at her nipple before lifting and blowing across it again. “You like the feel of my teeth? Does my bite make you hot? Wet?”

  “Yes!”

  Sam moved his mouth down to her opening and thrust his tongue deep. Her lips were spread apart, and she felt the sharp tap of fingers against her clit. Charlie.

  “Ahhhhh,” she cried out at the contact. He did it again.

  “Do you like that? Does it feel good?” Tap. Tap. Tap.

  She was panting, crying out with every touch. Orgasm hovered just out of her reach.

  “I want…I need…” She panted out the words, but left them dangling. She wasn’t sure what she wanted, what she needed, just that it was more.

  “What?” Dasan demanded to know. “What do you need? Tell us, and we’ll give it to you.”

  “Do you want to see us? Touch us?” Charlie taunted her with what she couldn’t have.

  “Yes! I want to touch you! See you!” She almost screamed at them.

  “Who’s in charge?” Dasan probed. “Who controls what happens here?”

  “I…I…”

  “Who, Tara? Who decides how you’re touched? Where you’re touched?” Charlie demanded the answer from her.

  “I…”

  “Who?” He was practically yelling at her.

  “I do!” she screamed.

  He bent and kissed her softly on the lips. “Yes,” he crooned in her ear. “You decide. You have all the power here. Anything you want. Just tell us.”

  “Take my blindfold off,” she whispered and held her breath as he untied it and pulled it from her face. She blinked several times, adjusting to light she’d found dim at best when she’d first entered the room. “Charlie.”

  “I’m right here, Tara.”

  “Kiss me,” she commanded.

  He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside and exploring every nook and cranny. She rubbed hers against his, stroking and fighting him for dominance.

  “I want to touch you,” she groaned. “Untie my hands.”

  He made quick work of the bindings, rubbing her uninjured wrists as he untied them. “I like you tied to my bed,” he told her. “I’m going to try and talk you into it again and again.”

  She smiled, reached up and tugged him down for another kiss. “Will you let me tie you up?”

  He looked surprised for a moment then grinned. “If you like.”

  “I think I’d like that very much,” she purred.

  Dasan moved to her other side, and she leaned up to kiss him. He was soft and gentle, but she was no less breathless when she pulled away to pant for breath.

  Sam had thrust two fingers in her pussy and was fucking her while he tongued her clit. She jerked against him, wanting to lift her knees and spread them wider to give him better access.

  “Untie me,” she commanded.

  Dasan and Charlie each slid from the bed and moved to her feet. She reached for Sam’s head and held him to her as they released her final bonds. She was free, free to do as she wanted. She rode Sam’s fingers and mouth to orgasm, crying out her release as he lapped at her.

  “What do you want now?” Dasan asked her.

  With no hesitation, she answered. “I want to fuck.”

  Chapter Eight

  Sam had come up on his knees between her sprawled thighs. She rose up and tugged him down on top of her. He let her guide him until he rested on his back beneath her. She ground her wet pussy over his cock, teasing them both.

  “I’m going to ride you, fuck you until you come inside me.”

  “Fuck, yeah,” Sam groaned, lifting his hips into her.

  She glanced back over her shoulder. Her eyes dropped to Charlie’s cock, shot over to Dasan’s, then bounced up to lock with Charlie’s gaze.

  “I want your cock buried in my ass. I want you to fuck me until I scream your name.”

  Charlie’s smile was slow and wicked as he nodded his acceptance.

  “And where do you want my cock?” Dasan asked. His fingers were wrapped around the thick stalk, stroking from tip to balls and back up again.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, wiggling over Sam’s cock. “I want you right here,” she purred and rubbed her finger over her bottom lip. “I want to lick you, suck you, taste you.”

  “I think I can manage that,” he promised and walked toward the head of the bed.

  Charlie mounted the bed behind her. His touch was a bit rough. One palm slapped her ass while the other wrapp
ed around to cup her breast. He gave the mound a squeeze, giving ample attention to her nipple. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, and he bit her lightly. She ground her ass against his hard cock.

  “You were made to be loved,” he purred in her ear. “Made to take our cocks and milk every drop of cum from them.”

  “Yesss,” she groaned in agreement.

  He gave her a little shove, and she went down to Sam’s chest, her hands bracing outside his wide shoulders.

  “Let me have that mouth before Dasan steals it,” Sam commanded.

  Sam stole her breath while Charlie fingered her ass. She knew Dasan was just waiting for them to get positioned, for her to have both cocks buried deep inside. Then he would join them and let her feast on his dick.

  Charlie was right. She had been made for this, for them. She’d always loved sex, but nothing had ever compared to what she experienced with them.

  She felt oil trickle over her, coating the seam of her ass. Charlie worked his slick fingers into her, lubing her for penetration.

  “Mmmmmmm,” she groaned.

  Sam’s lips were on her neck, his hands at her breasts. Charlie’s cock pressed against her anus. Dasan stood beside the bed, still stroking his cock. They were hers, all hers, and she didn’t plan to share them with anyone else. She was staking a claim, one she meant to keep for as long as they allowed.

  “Fuck me,” she ordered, and they obeyed.

  One hard thrust had Charlie breaching her anus, his cock surging past the tight ring of muscle and burying balls deep. He pulled out and thrust again before gripping her hips and holding still.

  “Get your cock in, Sam,” he groaned. “It’s taking all I have not to ride her ass right now.”

  Sam groaned and reached his hands down. Knuckles brushed over her stomach as he slipped them lower. One gripped his dick while the other spread her pussy. She was already wet with the juice from her earlier orgasm, and he lodged easily at her portal. He pressed up, and they all groaned as he fought his way inside inch by inch.

  She was full, so full, yet something was missing. Or someone. Dasan. She glanced his way, lifting her head up and opening her mouth.

  He needed no further invitation. His knees hit the mattress, and he moved forward on them until his cock was just above her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the head and sucked him in. Charlie began fucking her ass, and Sam matched him stroke for stroke. Moans and groans filled the air along with the wet sounds of slapping flesh.