“We're taking this to the bedroom.” Zack tucked his wet cock into his pants and turned toward the room, leaving no room to comment further.
Sophie was quickly pulled to her feet by Aiden; he rid her of the remnants of her dress and guided her to the bedroom.
She gasped when she entered the room, taking in its striking decor. There was no question about Zack's tastes.
The walls reminded her of coffee with too much creamer. It was warm and held a bit of softness compared to the focal point of the room.
The large oak canopy bed is in the center of the room, allowing access to all sides, including behind the headboard.
Sophie noticed the hardware along the points of the bed, including a locking stockade for a willing submissive.
Along the far wall, a matching tall dresser stood next to a pet cage, complete with royal purple bedding that matched the master bed.
Sophie stopped and gasped at the thought of being locked in a cage.
Aiden's arm wrapped around her middle, and he kissed her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one, it's for Damon, his mastiff. Zack didn't want to upset the aesthetic.”
She chuckled, and it eased her nerves. Sophie stepped to the edge of the bed, placing her hands clasped in front of her, ignoring the mirror at the edge of her vision. Not wanting to see the mess she'd become.
“Have you discussed limits, brother?”
“Of course.”
“Anything I should be aware of?”
“She’s perfect.”
“Canyouhandle it? Link her to the footboard. No touching, I want her to ache for it.”
Sophie licked her lips and allowed Aiden to guide her to the bed, sitting her on the edge. He slipped off her shoes. He walked to Zack by the window and took the offered cuffs.
“Ass on the floor, Sophie. And hold out your wrists.”
She placed her hands on the edge of the mattress and slid down. Her bare behind was grateful for the rug beneath her.
Aiden placed the restraints loosely, slipping his finger beneath the leather to assure circulation.
Zack approached as Aiden fastened the cuffs together at the base of her spine, attaching them to the bedframe. Zack firmly kicked Sophie's legs apart, forcing her to be splayed wide and exposed.
He crouched down and studied her face. His thumb smudged the last bits of her lipstick. Wordlessly, he held up a pair of nipple clamps. He teased her nipples and palmed her breast.
“You'll pink up so nicely.”
She gasped and closed her eyes when the first clamp was placed. The pinched bud pulsed in time with her clit.
Sophie moaned, pulling against her tied wrists. “It's tight, Sir.”
“Good.” Zack placed the second clamp with the same firm pressure. He tugged the connecting chain until it forced her body forward, rolling her shoulders back.
Sophie whined, reaching to kiss his skin. Desperate, seeking any point of contact she could make.
Zack ghosted his lips just out of reach, only allowing her to breathe his air. “So needy.” He pulled the chain upwards until it pulled her breasts up with all the pressure in her nipples.
“Sir!”
“Your tears will be beautiful,” Zack whispered, seemingly to himself. He jerked the clamps upward again, this time capturing her wail on his lips. Sophie pulled toward him.
Zaps of pain and pleasure course through her, gasping and unable to separate pain from pleasure. Her nipples ached, and her pussy wept with need.
