“They fit my dick just fine.” Caden smirks.
“Sit, kitten.”
She sits in the chair. Her cheeks are red, but she meets my eyes. I lower to sit on the coffee table. There’s something so beautiful about how she gives in to us. How she craves our touch, but still holds back. How she meets us head on even when we push her.
“Right foot please.”
She lifts her foot up for me. I take my time untying her boot, loosening the laces, and taking it along with her sock off her foot. Meanwhile, she’s sitting in her panties on full display for the guys. She clenches the seat of the chair on both sides. Her breasts are just the right size. They rise and fall with every quickened breath. Her nipples are hard and tight, begging for someone’s mouth. Soon.
I drop her boot to the side.
“Other foot.”
Following orders, she lifts her boot. Fuck, I love a girl who takes orders. My cock twitches with need.
“At least have her touch herself while you do that,” Jack says. “You always take too long.”
“Hardly. We’ve never had such a captive audience before.” I wink at Harper. “Have we, kitten?”
Her hands clutch the arms of the chair and her eyes track my every movement. I deposit her boot to the side and release her foot.
“Stand.” I walk up to her, so close my shirt brushes against her nipples. They tighten even more for me. Her dark eyes meet mine. Her lips part, and I restrain myself from tasting her again. “Caden, come do the honors since they belong to you.”
I step back, and Caden comes over to strip the panties off Harper. She puts her hand on his shoulder to lift her feet out of them. I’m surprised he doesn’t do anything more to her, but he takes her panties, inhales them, and shoves them in his pocket. Her breath catches a little as she meets Caden’s eyes.
I close in on Harper again. “You need a safe word. Something that’s notnoorstop. Something so we know you want to end what’s happening, or at least pause it.”
Her dark eyes lift to mine as she mulls over the word. My shirt brushes against her nipples again, and she sucks in a breath. “Arrow.”
“If you sayarrow, everyone will stop what they’re doing to you.” I look at the guys, and they all nod. “I need a pillow.”
Nico holds one out to me.
Gesturing to the chair, I say, “Sit, kitten.”
She sits down stiffly, aware she’s naked on someone else’s furniture.
“Scoot forward.”
When she does, I slide the pillow behind her lower back. I return to the table for the silky ties. She watches, curious, as I tie her wrists to the arms of the chair first. She gives a little tug to see if she can move, but they hold her tight.
“Spread your legs.”
“What?” She hesitates with her knees pressed together. Worry lingers in her eyes.
“Trust me to keep you safe.” I stroke my hand over her jaw. If this isgoing to work for the year, she needs to trust us. “If you want something to stop, you have the power. You just say?”
“Arrow.”
“And if your mouth is full?”
Her eyes widen, but then she remembers. “I snap my fingers.”
“Show me.”
She snaps her fingers.
“Spread your legs, kitten.” I’m not trying to trick her into fucking us. I just want to play with her on my terms.
