“Are you all right, princess?” Calvin asks. He puts a hand on the back of my neck and cradles my head with the other.
“Yes, Sir. I just needed a moment to get used to hanging like this.”
“I want to add one more rope,” Gabe says.
“Okay, Daddy.”
He binds my right ankle, gently using the rope to tug it down and back so it’s hanging directly beneath my arse. Calvin lets me go and moves away so that Gabe can loop the rope around the blindfold, over the top of my nose, stretching my throat.
“You look stunning, princess,” Calvin says. His lips brush across mine in the barest hint of a kiss that leaves me longing for more.
I feel stunning. Gabe’s ropework always has that effect on me. Like somehow rope and knots can turn me into a masterpiece to rival Michelangelo’s sculptures. I grin, wondering if Corey would be impressed that I can actually recall one of the great Renaissance artists.
“I won’t leave you like this for long,” Gabe promises after checking the strength in my hands and legs again. “Just a few minutes. Use your safe words if you need me to release you sooner.”
“I will, Daddy, I promise.”
Right now, I’m fine. Strangely, the extra rope gives the support my head and neck needed. The ropes cradle my body. I can hear the creak of the hemp as I twist slowly. Voices reach my ears, words of adoration for Gabe’s work and me. I swear I hear Archie utter a single word—“Wow”—but I can’t be sure. The praise being heaped on us makes my chest swell. It feels great to be the centre of attention, to be looked at and adored because of Gabe’s artistry.
As my muscles begin to ache and I start to think about using one of my safe words, Gabe removes the rope between my ankle and head. I’m lowered to the floor as slowly as I was raised, Calvin’s hands steadying me all the way down so I don’t spin or sway.
As Gabe unties me, I let my limbs flop. Calvin’s smooth hands rub over each of my legs in turn as Gabe works to undo the chest harness. Once I’m free, Calvin gives me a drink of water. After I’ve drunk it, Gabe and Calvin massage my arms, matching each other’s movements stroke for stroke.
“That feels so good,” I tell them, happy for them to caress me like this for the rest of the night.
I giggle as Calvin’s hands stray closer and closer to my cock, his fingers sometimes brushing over my silk G-string.
“Are you trying to turn me on, Sir?”
“Yes.”
It doesn’t take much for him to make my cock stand at attention. We’re not in the right room for anything more than a hand job, even though we all added green tags to our wristbands. Right now, I’m not sure I could stand to walk through to the room that allows penetrative play, even if they commanded me to. I’m too relaxed and content, even if the floor is hard against my back.
After a while, they lie on either side of me.
“You’ve still got clothes on.” I pout dramatically.
“About that,” Calvin says, rubbing his hand over my cock. “How would you both feel about leaving?”
I frown. “We’ve only just started to have fun, Sir.”
He nibbles my ear.
“What did you have in mind?” Gabe asks.
“Sex,” Calvin says matter-of-factly.
Gabe chuckles. “We can do that here.”
“I know, but I want to fill our princess with my cum and eat it out of his arse again.”
I shiver and suck my lip into my mouth, biting it as my cock jerks.
“You can’t dothathere,” Gabe says.
“And I want you to fill me withyourcum, Gabe,” Calvin says in a low, husky tone. “At the same time.”
“A fuck train?” I ask.
