The way he could pivot from sweet and tender to dominant and commanding was mesmerizing, wetness already slicking her cunt as he slid his grip to her throat.
“What are you?”
“I’m a good girl for my owners,” she said quickly, the words ingrained in her mind after so short a time.
He slapped her cheek lightly, sliding his hand under her dress and teasing his way up her thigh.
“What i-ideas do you have?” she asked, shuddering as he grazed over her entrance, an absolute puddle in his arms.
“What? And ruin the surprise?”
Rul slid a finger in, and she tensed, not ready for his touch.
“You’re already so wet for me, so wet for us.”
His voice was rough with want, one hand petting her hair while the other pet her cunt. Bellinor’s dark eyes were glued to them, examining the spot where Rul was touching her, though the fabric of her dress blocked his view.
“Gentle goddess of mine,
so fair and so sweet.”
Rul pressed another finger in and she groaned, the way he stroked them over her sensitive spot positively sublime.
“Your bountiful fruit,
I can’t wait to eat.”
Isabelle flushed, a smile beaming on her face between his erotic caresses and lewd poem, the blasphemy of being called a goddess thrilling.
When he retracted his fingers, he beckoned Bellinor, and she had to resist a whimper, her body tingling with need. Bellinor set the book down, stalking over and crossing his arms as he towered over them.
“Come. Taste her,” Rul said, offering his glistening fingers with an obscene grin.
After a moment, Bellinor leaned over, taking Rul’s fingers into his mouth, their eyes locked on each other. Rul bucked up, clearly enjoying the sensation of Bellinor’s tongue, and Isabelle could feel a bulge pressing at the back of her head. It was intriguing to watch their interactions after what she’d learned today, the natural ease that came from two people who had known each other for a very long time.
They claimed there was no love between them, but she saw the truth in their glimmering eyes.
“What do you think, beautiful? Do you want to play with our toy? She tastes so sweet for us,” Rul purred, a deep sound that resonated in his chest.
“So very sweet,” Bellinor agreed, with a strangely gentle smile.
He waved his hand, a flash of shadows revealing a red silk ribbon that floated into his waiting palm. Rul chuckled, helping Isabelle sit up as Bellinor got behind her, wrapping the ribbon over her eyes and tying it behind her head. It was wide enough to plummet her into darkness, her heart already racing as she realized she was even more vulnerable, blind prey while the predators breathed down her neck.
“We’re going somewhere else,” Bellinor said, taking her hands and helping her off the couch.
He twisted her around, holding her at the waist and pushing her forward, step by shaky step. A door creaked, and as she walked, she had a good idea of where they were heading.
The red room.
There was another door creaking, Bellinor’s strong grasp guiding her through a new space until they came to a stop.
“Go ahead. Undress her,” he said, releasing her and making her feel like she was falling through the air before there was another touch at her waist.
Rul.
He made quick work of her dress, wasting no time in unbuttoning the back and letting it slip from her body, the cold air stiffening her nipples into peaks. It was beginning to feel normal to be bare before them, though the deprivation of her sight made the sensation all the more exhilarating, like she was being put on display.
Rul lifted her right wrist, and she felt smooth leather encircling it, just like when he had first tied her to the bed. When she tried to lower her arm, therewas the jangle of chains, and it became clear that he’d restrained her to something above her.
