“Yes,” I whispered.
Barret smiled and wound the red ribbon around my wrists, tying them firmly and then knotting the silk. His hands slid to my back, over the curves of my ass, going around and underneath. He lifted the silk and pressed himself against me. I felt his hard shaft part my buttocks, and moaned, leaning back into him.
“How much do you trust me?” Barret whispered into my ear.
“Implicitly.”
“Wonderful,” he sighed and walked me forward to the bed. My heart started to race, but Barret didn't lay me on the mattress. Instead, he turned me around and eased me up against one of the sturdy, wood, bed posters. He lifted my bound wrists above my head, and eased the ribbon over a hook I hadn't noticed before. My wide eyes went to his face, and he smiled. So he wasn't like Hugin after all. My sweet Barret had secret desires.
Barret's hands slid down my arms and over the crests of my breasts, which were pushed forward and up by my position. He sighed and rubbed his palms in circles over my nipples until they beaded against the thin silk. Then he pinched them, hard enough to make me cry out.
“Was that too painful?” Barret asked in concern.
“No, it was...” I cleared my throat. “It's fine.”
“I'll just kiss away the hurt,” he smiled and lowered his mouth to my breast, sucking the injured nipple in, silk and all.
I cried out, my thighs clenching together as a wave of heat flashed over me. Barret laved and sucked at me, and then pulled away to admire the wet circle of silk which he'd made completely transparent. The soft rose of my nipple showed through it vividly. I felt my cheeks heat even further and turned my face away from him, to chew at my lips.
“Do you want me to stop?” Barret asked, his voice still gentle.
“No,” I admitted on a breath.
“Then don't turn away from me,” his hand slid up my neck to grasp my jaw, and he roughly jerked me back to face him. “As long as you want what I do to you, it will never be shameful.”
I nodded.
“Just tell me to stop and I will, Addy.”
“Yes, alright.”
Barret grinned again and gave my other nipple the same attention as he had the first. Then he knelt before me, and pushed my legs apart so he could ease even closer. I looked down my scantily clad body at him, and he stared up at me in awe.
“I have never seen anything as beautiful as you, not in all my life,” he whispered and laid his chin on my belly.
Barret's hands spanned my waist and then reached up to cup my breasts. He kneaded them as his face lowered, rubbing side to side as he went. His hands went to the hem of my shift, and he lifted it, exposing the little triangle of silk. I held my breath as he brought his face closer to me again. But then, suddenly, he opened his jaws wide and bit me through the fabric. It wasn't painful, not that kind of a bite. Barret took all of that tender flesh between his teeth and massaged it.
My thighs shook, and my hips thrust forward, pressing me further into him. Barret made a happy, moaning sound and released me, but only so he could stroke the silk and soak it with the wetness gathering beneath. Not from his mouth, but from me. I gasped as the silk went transparent. He pressed it tight into me and rubbed over the pink folds tenderly, making me even wetter. Barret inhaled deep with a smile, then bent forward and licked the silk. Just one, long lick before he stood.
Barret removed my wrists from the hook, and carefully untied me. I stood there shivering and confused as he re-dressed me. When I was completely clothed again, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply. Then he eased away, his eyes more green than blue, and full of lust.
“Don't take them off,” Barret whispered. “I want to know that you're wearing them beneath your dress. I want to imagine your nipples through the silk as I eat my dinner. And I want to know that your pretty, pink pussy is pressed against those wet panties. It will help me through the tragedy of losing the taste of you.”
I couldn't say anything to that, just stared at him as I tried to catch my breath.
“Go on,” Barret pushed me towards the door. “I'll see you at dinner, sweetheart.”
Chapter Thirteen
Dinner was torture. I kept seeing Barret on the floor before me, licking me. He would cast me knowing looks from his seat beside me, making it all so much worse. The silk kept rubbing at me deliciously, making it impossible for me to forget it was there, and I had to squeeze my legs together numerous times to get some relief from the ache Barret had left me with. When I finally crawled into bed that night, my hands had trailed over my body as I thought about the brothers and prayed that the next few days would pass quickly.
I awoke the next morning in a horrid state of need. I was about to go down to Barret's room and demand that he do those things to me again when my mother came into my bedroom with a flurry of females. There was much to do, much to do.
“I hate 'much to do,'” I whined, and she chuckled.
“Come now, you're to be married on the morrow,” my mother chided. “We must finish our preparations.”
Married on the morrow, the words made my legs tighten in anticipation. Finally, there would be no more turning away from me, no more restraint. We could.... oh dear God, what were we going to do? Would they all come at me at once? Would I have to lie there and accommodate one of them while the others watched? The reality of marrying multiple men was hitting me hard. Could a woman even endure so many bouts of lovemaking at one time? Maybe I would die! My face flushed and I swayed on my feet.
