There’s a wooden cross in one corner. A wall of toys and floggers. A table with straps. A swing and various other pieces of furniture that I’m not even sure how to use.
‘A new Dark Lounge?’ I ask dubiously, not really liking the idea of VIPs coming through my room every Saturday night.
‘This one is just for us,’ Shade murmurs, stepping inside with me.
‘No one else?’ I ask quietly, moving around the room slowly, taking everything in.
‘No one else,’ Mav confirms from the doorway.
Blake joins us, the towel still around his waist. ‘Happy Birthday, Daisy.’
‘What do you want to try first, Tulip?’
‘I…don’t know.’
I look at them all a little shyly.
‘Close your eyes,’ Shade says, ‘and stay still.’
I do it, and feel a blindfold tied around my eyes.
He doesn’t waste a moment.
‘Strip her,’ he commands the others.
More than one set of hands glide over me, taking off my sweater and unbuttoning my pants. My shoes are removed one at a time, my hand placed on a broad shoulder for balance. When I’m just in the satin underwear set I put on this morning, the touches cease, and I’m left wondering what’s going to happen next.
I hear them walking around me. They do that a lot, make me feel as if I’m their entire focus, and I like it.
My wrists are taken in a sure but gentle grip and bound together with something soft. My arms are guided over my head and secured to what feels like a carabiner that must be hanging from the ceiling. I hadn’t noticed that.
‘Are you warm enough?’ Blake asks me, fingers tracing down my torso.
‘Yes,’ I whisper.
‘This is going to be a little different,’ Shade says. ‘If you don’t like it, you know what to say, okay?’
‘Yes,’ I answer, letting out a shuddering breath.
‘These are earbuds,’ I hear Mav say, and I feel him gently place them in my ears.
All sound is immediately cut off, and then melodious music with a slow beat pours through the tiny speakers. I can’t hear my guys nor see them.
Something metal and cold trails down my chest. A knife, I realize as my bra is cut off, and falls away. The knife moves down to my panties and slices through the satin. Blake, I assume, pulls them upward, so they trail through my slit, and hard against my clit. Every muscle below my waist clenches hard. But then it disappears.
A few seconds pass before something soft, like a feather, strokes down my skin from my fingertips, down my arm to my clavicle and then between my breasts. It makes a detour, trailing around my breast before flicking my nipple lightly.
I feel some kind of thick material being fitted around my ankles and I gasp as my legs are spread. I find a bar between them, keeping them wide. A hot tongue swirls my nipple. At the same time, something cold bites at the other. Ice, I realize. The sensations, at opposite sides of the spectrum, make me gasp, my mind not sure what to focus on.
The music continues, and the tongue that flicks at the now hard peak seems to keep time to the music. Something spiky and cold is drawn down my back, making my body jump, and then the feather tickles up my leg from my toes to my inner thigh, stopping just short of where I long to be touched.
‘Please,’ I think I say, but I can’t even hear myself,much less their reactions.
Kisses trail over my stomach, and possessive hands grip my ass, pulling me toward whomever is in front of me.
The ice returns, sliding between my breasts, leaving a trail of water over my skin as it makes its way to my navel. I shiver as it goes lower and over my mound but melts away to nothing before it can go further.
A hot tongue follows the trail of the ice, licking up the water. I think it’s going to stop where the ice did, but he keeps going down, playing with the top of my slit, so close to my clit, and yet so far away.
