“Do you want me?” Kellen asked.
“Yes.”
“And Owen?”
“Yes. Both of you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pu**y quaking with excitement.
“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”
"You can't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.
"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying Shade."
"Talking."
Kellen snorted. "Figures."
"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.
"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."
Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.
"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."
"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."
Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.
"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."
She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”
Owen pushed the drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."
"Red and green?"
He nodded. "And gold."
Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."
She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.
"This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey," Kellen said.
Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.
"I don't want to back out," she said. "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to me."
They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.
Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.
"Owen," she groaned.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. "There's more."
Soon Kellen had both of her br**sts bound in the ropes and Owen had both of her ni**les straining for attention.
They paused to admire her body. "Lovely," Kellen said breathlessly. "Arms to sides. I don't want them to block my view of her gorgeous tits."
Lindsey was eased into sitting position. Her arms were soon securely fastened from shoulder to elbow against her sides. The tension of the rope was all concentrated at the center of her lower back as another length of rope was stretched across her shoulders. They'd tied golden rings into the rope every few inches along both sides. She glanced up at the ceiling looking for hooks. “What are the rings for?”
"We aren't going to use them to suspend you," Kellen said. "You'll see what they're for soon."
They eased her onto her back again and even though her hands and legs were free, she wouldn't have been able to fight them off if she needed to. Something about being so utterly defenseless was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Her heart rate had doubled and she couldn’t seem to find enough air. She fought the sensation of suffocation as the room seemed to shrink and the ceiling closed in on her.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked. He leaned into her line of sight and brushed her hair from her hot cheeks. The walls receded again as her attention diverted to Owen’s concerned eyes. "If you have a panic attack we can cut you free in an instant."
"And mess up all the beautiful knots you've tied?" She smiled, forcing herself not to pant too excessively. She honestly didn't want them to stop. She liked the way the ropes pressed into her skin. They made her aware of her body. She loved it. Being confined was sort of a head trip, but she would endure.
Kellen's hands on the top elastic of her panties caused her legs to reflexively close.
"If you close your thighs to me, I'm going to spank you," Kellen said.
She was tempted to push him and squeeze her thighs together so that he would spank her, but her thighs had other ideas and immediately went slack. He slowly tugged her panties down her thighs and tossed them aside. Kellen worked on her left leg, and Owen carefully mirrored Kellen’s collection of knots on her right. They bound her legs so that they were bent at the knee and hip—slightly more severe than fetal position. They worked hard to stretch her into a position she didn't know she was capable of attaining. They massaged her muscles and flexed and straightened her joints until it didn't pull painfully to have her legs bound with her heels against the backs of her thighs and her legs wide open. She did feel incredibly exposed as there was no way she could possibly close her legs even an inch.
The pair of gorgeous men stepped away and she struggled to keep her trembling muscles from collapsing.
“Yes.”
“And Owen?”
“Yes. Both of you.”
“Are you wet?”
“Oh yes,” she whispered, her pu**y quaking with excitement.
“I bet you’re sweet,” he whispered. “Are you sweet, Lindsey? Have you ever tasted yourself?”
"You can't taste her until she's ready," Owen interrupted.
"That's why I asked you to prepare her for me, Owen," he said. "What were you doing while I was out untying Shade."
"Talking."
Kellen snorted. "Figures."
"I'm ready," Lindsey insisted. Staring down at the top of Kellen's head, his breath hot against her lower belly, his shoulders broad and bronzed and decorated with colorful tattoos that extended down both arms in beautiful sleeves, Lindsey was more than ready. Her juices had already saturated her panties and were wetting her thighs.
"Not even," Kellen said. "But we'll work quickly."
Owen massaged oil into her neck and shoulders. She wasn't sure how she was still standing. He shifted her back to rest against him while he massaged her arms and as Kellen, who was kneeling at her feet, rubbed oil into her lower legs. He continued to inhale deeply and released hot gasping breaths that penetrated her panties. Lord, just that sensation was enough to send her spiraling into nirvana.
"Maybe I should work the bottom half, bro. I think you're about to lose control."
"Lindsey," Kellen said calmly. "Go lie on the bed."
Owen released the hand he was massaging so thoroughly and stepped away. Lindsey didn't even consider questioning Kellen, much less disobeying.
"Remove all the bedding except the fitted sheet," Kellen added. "Wait for us."
She did what he instructed, tossing the powder blue covers on the floor. She spread out on the bed and watched Kellen and Owen explore a tall stack of drawers that were built into one wall. "Blue?" Kellen said as he pulled open a drawer. “Like her eyes?”
Owen pushed the drawer shut. "It's Christmas Eve. Let's do something more festive tonight."
"Red and green?"
He nodded. "And gold."
Kellen glanced over his shoulder at Lindsey. "She'll look spectacular in gold."
She didn't know if she should thank them for the complement, since she wasn't sure why they were discussing colors. Kellen pulled out several lengths of green and red colored rope and dropped them on the mattress next to Lindsey.
"This is your last opportunity to back out, Lindsey," Kellen said.
Her heart skipped a beat. She glanced at Owen who was rolling his eyes at Kellen. She was pretty sure he mouthed, Mr. Drama. She remembered Owen telling her that Kellen would stop if she asked. He was just trying to add a certain edge to her experience.
"I don't want to back out," she said. "I can't wait to find out what you're going to do to me."
They got to work. They started by forming a mesh out of the red ropes, tying knots to form a circular pattern that very much reminded Lindsey of a dream catcher, with quarter-sized hole at the center. She had no idea what they planned to do with it until Kellen fit it over her left breast and carefully tightened it so that she’d never been more conscious of her own breast. Her skin was divided into diamond shaped sections by the ropes. Her nipple protruded through the hole in the center of the design. Owen lowered his head to flick his tongue over her nipple. It pebbled beneath his attention as pleasure radiated out in all directions. Kellen cinched the ropes tighter.
Her breath exploded from her lungs as her breast experienced a million simultaneous sensations, centered on the tongue flicking against its tip.
"Owen," she groaned.
He lifted his head and grinned at her. "There's more."
Soon Kellen had both of her br**sts bound in the ropes and Owen had both of her ni**les straining for attention.
They paused to admire her body. "Lovely," Kellen said breathlessly. "Arms to sides. I don't want them to block my view of her gorgeous tits."
Lindsey was eased into sitting position. Her arms were soon securely fastened from shoulder to elbow against her sides. The tension of the rope was all concentrated at the center of her lower back as another length of rope was stretched across her shoulders. They'd tied golden rings into the rope every few inches along both sides. She glanced up at the ceiling looking for hooks. “What are the rings for?”
"We aren't going to use them to suspend you," Kellen said. "You'll see what they're for soon."
They eased her onto her back again and even though her hands and legs were free, she wouldn't have been able to fight them off if she needed to. Something about being so utterly defenseless was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Her heart rate had doubled and she couldn’t seem to find enough air. She fought the sensation of suffocation as the room seemed to shrink and the ceiling closed in on her.
"Are you okay?" Owen asked. He leaned into her line of sight and brushed her hair from her hot cheeks. The walls receded again as her attention diverted to Owen’s concerned eyes. "If you have a panic attack we can cut you free in an instant."
"And mess up all the beautiful knots you've tied?" She smiled, forcing herself not to pant too excessively. She honestly didn't want them to stop. She liked the way the ropes pressed into her skin. They made her aware of her body. She loved it. Being confined was sort of a head trip, but she would endure.
Kellen's hands on the top elastic of her panties caused her legs to reflexively close.
"If you close your thighs to me, I'm going to spank you," Kellen said.
She was tempted to push him and squeeze her thighs together so that he would spank her, but her thighs had other ideas and immediately went slack. He slowly tugged her panties down her thighs and tossed them aside. Kellen worked on her left leg, and Owen carefully mirrored Kellen’s collection of knots on her right. They bound her legs so that they were bent at the knee and hip—slightly more severe than fetal position. They worked hard to stretch her into a position she didn't know she was capable of attaining. They massaged her muscles and flexed and straightened her joints until it didn't pull painfully to have her legs bound with her heels against the backs of her thighs and her legs wide open. She did feel incredibly exposed as there was no way she could possibly close her legs even an inch.
The pair of gorgeous men stepped away and she struggled to keep her trembling muscles from collapsing.
