A thrill chases down my spine, along with that little touch of fear Eli always inspires in me.
Eli
I run my fingers down Harper’s nape as we walk into the lower level. Shivers ripple through her. The cleaners have done their job with the basement since the party last night. It’s after one o’clock, but fortunately Harper drank some coffee.
She appears sober and awake. Good.
The guys sit on the couch and relax, knowing I want to put on a show. I want to see what our pet can take. Find her limits and push her past them.
I pull out a chair from the gaming table in the corner and set it in front of them.
“Sit here, kitten.”
She sits and watches me carefully as I sit on the coffee table in front of her.
“I want to try something with you.”
Her breath comes out in a sharp exhale. “Okay?”
She doesn’t seem sure now, but she’ll get there.
“I want to restrain and blindfold you.” I lean forward and rub my hand up her thigh. “Then I’ll control who touches you and when you come. If you come before I say to, you’ll get spanked.”
Her eyes widen and her pupils dilate. Her chest lifts and falls a little quicker. “No fucking though?”
“No dicks in your pussy or ass. Anywhere else is permissible, yes?”
She moves to bite her lip but then straightens and looks at me. “Yes.”
I walk into a storage closet and get what I need. Silky ties for her hands and legs and a blindfold for her eyes. I return to sit in front of her.
Her gaze travels over the things I place next to me. She’s probablycurious why they’re accessible, but I’ve played at Caden’s before and having the necessities on hand makes playing easier.
“Stand up.”
She stands for me.
One of the guys turns some music on low. A slow, throbbing beat fills the space.
“Turn around.”
She turns and doesn’t lose her balance. Not drunk still. Good.
I walk over to her and pull her zipper down on her dress slowly. She shivers.
“Cold?”
“No.”
A smile tugs at my lips. “Good.”
I slip her dress off her, until she’s left in her panties and boots. I’m in the mood to let them decide. I move out of the way so the guys on the couch can see our girl.
“Boots or no boots?”
“No boots,” Caden says, and the others nod their heads in agreement. “By the way, those panties are mine.”
“I didn’t know they were your size.” I arch an eyebrow at him.
