I comply without hesitation, raising my arms as high as the leather restraints allow. Dom secures the rope through the D-ring on my cuffs, then loops it over a sturdy branch above. He pulls it taut with a sharp yank that forces me to stand on my tiptoes, arms stretched painfully above my head.
“Not too tight?” he asks.
“No,” I gasp, the strain on my shoulders a delicious ache. “It’s perfect.”
Dom tests the knots one more time before stepping back to admire his work.
“And Cora,” he continues, turning to her, “take his pants off. I want to see how hard he is right now.”
Cora approaches slowly. Her fingers trace up my thighs, feeling the muscles trembling.
“I bet you’ve soaked through your boxers already with precum,” she murmurs, unbuckling my belt.
The metallic sound of my zipper being lowered seems unnaturally loud in the quiet forest. My breath comes in ragged gasps as she hooks her fingers into my waistband and tugs both my jeans and boxers down in one smooth motion.
My cock springs free, achingly hard and already leaking, the cool night air making me hiss through clenched teeth.
“Look how hard he is,” Cora announces. “He’s dripping for us.”
Cora’s eyes lock with mine as she leans forward, her tongue darting out to lick the swollen tip of my cock. The sudden contact sends electricity through my entire body, making me jerk violently against my restraints, the rope creaking above me.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my voice breaking as she pulls back slightly, a string of precum connecting her lips to my throbbing head.
“Look at that precum,” she murmurs, her finger collecting the glistening fluid leaking steadily from my slit. “Shame to waste it.”
My hips thrust forward instinctively, seeking more of her touch, but the ropes hold me firmly in place. I’m completely at their mercy, exactly as I wanted to be.
Dom moves behind Cora, one hand tangling in her hair, guiding her movements. “Suck him like a good girl,” he commands, his voice rough with arousal.
She obeys without hesitation, her warm mouth enveloping me in one smooth movement. I watch in awestruck pleasure as my cock disappears between her lips, sliding deeper until I feel the back of her throat around my sensitive head.
“Holy shit,” I choke out, my head falling back against the tree trunk with a thud.
Liam appears at my side, his fingers trailing up my exposed torso. “Look at you,” he whispers, pinching one of my nipples hard enough to make me gasp. “Completely at our mercy.”
He twists the sensitive bud between his fingers, sending sharp bolts of pleasure-pain down my spine that somehow intensify the wet heat of Cora’s mouth. My body doesn’t know which sensation to focus on, every nerve ending firing at once.
A sudden sharp slap lands across my exposed ass cheek, making me yelp into the night. Dom’s hand connects again, harder this time.
“Count,” he orders, delivering another stinging blow.
“One,” I manage to gasp between Cora’s relentless suction and Liam’s cruel fingers at my chest. “Two.”
Dom’s hand strikes again, the sound echoing through the trees. “Three,” I moan, my cock swelling dangerously as Cora swallows me.
By “fifteen,” I’m on the edge of release, as Cora’s talented mouth drives me to the brink. Every time I approach climax, she pulls back, leaving me gasping and desperate.
“Please,” I beg, arms straining against the ropes. “I need to come.”
Dom grips my hair, forcing me to look at him. “Not yet. We’re just getting started.”
He nods to Liam, who produces a knife, cutting the rope above while keeping my wrists bound. My shoulders scream in relief as my arms come down.
“On your knees,” Dom commands.
I sink down as Liam positions himself on the ground behind me, shedding his pants. I feel his cock, slick with lube, pressing against my entrance.
“Sit on his dick,” Dom orders, his voice rough with desire.
