“Lovely,” Kyle said, voice breathy. His hot gaze traced over her breasts, down her flat stomach, over where the black cotton gave her her only cover, then over her legs. Everywhere he looked so intently, goosebumps rose.
Even though he’d called her lovely, his stare remained oddly impersonal, like he was examining something he wanted to buy. Had sheeverbeen looked at so thoroughly?
And why did it make her cunt pulse the way it did?
Kyle came up, and again, she expected him to take—to rip off her last layer of defense and do whatever he wanted to her. That was how men were—wild and without patience.
Except he didn’t. Instead, he grasped her wrists and forced her backward. Her calves hit something, and she nearly fell. Large, warm hands grasped her hips, helped guide her, and only when she felt the hot,unmistakable male behind her did she even remember Daniel was there, too.
His hard cock pressed against her ass, separated only by the thinnest of cotton, and for one foolish moment she wished she hadn’t said the wholeno sexthing.
Kyle pulled her wrists up, slowly, as he stared at her face. A click, and Alison glanced up.
He’d hooked her cuffs to a longer piece of tie that wrapped around the top of the swing. It kept her hands up, made her stretch out in Daniel’s lap.
She tugged at the restraint, her heart speeding at the sudden sensation of being trapped.
They’d tied her up once, but it had only been her hands behind her.Thiswas different. She felt Daniel’s body behind her, Kyle’s looming presence in front of her, and she couldn’t get away.
“Eyes on me,” Kyle snapped.
She lifted her gaze to find his eyes. Everything floated away but the blue there, but the humor he wore like a piece of armor. It helped her breathe, reminded her that she’d asked for this, that shewantedthis.
When she did, a shiver ran through her at how…good it felt. The anxiety mixed with desire, each feeding off the other and growing.
Daniel pressed his soft lips to her shoulder, offering the kisses she’d refused. Meanwhile, Kyle reached into his pocket to pull out two more pieces of black that matched the leash hooked to the swing.
“What’s that?” Nerves dried up Alison’s mouth.
“Doms are always prepared, sugar. Never know when we want to tie up a wild sub,” Kyle explained as he came over and wrapped one of the black itemsaround her ankle. Silver at the end—a clip—jingled as it hit the metal of the swing beside the cushion.
The ankle cuffs weren’t as soft as the ones she wore all day—not leather, either. These were just a black fabric, lined in something softer that rested against her skin. He bent her leg at the knee, then hooked the small silver clip to the metal frame of the swing.
He worked quickly to repeat the process on her other leg, offering a soft kiss to her ankle as he hooked that one in place as well.
It left her in Daniel’s lap, but her feet on the outside of his thighs and her arms stretched out above her.
She wasentirelyon display. She couldn’t hide, couldn’t try to shrink or keep anything secret. The black panties were all that covered her, especially with her legs so lewdly spread wide.
Daniel slipped his hands forward from her hips, first tracing the line of her underwear then up and over her ribs.
She was used to men fumbling, to them touching her with hesitation. Even when passion consumed them, they always touched her with some mixture of worry she’d turn them down and a lack of care whether she liked it.
Daniel was different.
He cupped her breasts as if he’d done it for years, as though he had no concerns about doing so at all. Alison’s head dropped back to his shoulder when his callused palms rubbed against her hard and aching nipples.
She let the feeling wash through her.
Each time she shifted, when the cuffs prevented her from really moving, from doing anything but submitting and accepting what they chose to do, shewhimpered. Her cunt was drenched, and each little adjustment made her damp panties drag against her already swollen clit.
Kyle undid his pants, his movements slow as ever. He dragged down the zipper, then shifted them so they were low on his hips. He wore nothing beneath, which meant she was met first with his dark pubic hair.Finallyhe reached into the pants and grasped his cock, pulling it free.
Alison had never before truly lusted after a person. She’d been horny—something that was entirely about her—and slaked that on any other person. She’d never wanted someone in particular, though.
Until right then.
As she stared at Kyle’s long, thick cock, she salivated with the need to taste him. Her cuffs jingled as she tried to reach—without thought—and the metal hit against the other cuff.
