“But after we reveal this surprise,” Saxon whispers in my ear. “If it’s not what you want, you must tell us.”
I nod, and Tynan and Saxon stroke my arms and my throat. My heart slams against my chest.
Music, not unlike the kind I heard in the Darkness, fills my ears and vibrates through me, and then Saxon removes the blindfold.
Our surroundings have completely transformed. It’s as if I’m back in that vampyre club, except there’s only the four of us. Lights shine, reflecting off mirrors and gem-studded velvet wall coverings, and ornate crystal chandeliers drape down from above. Zogar gestures to the side, and I gasp.
He’s recreated the plaque-like contraption those women were bound to. But his version’s more luxurious, it looks far softer, and I expect its dimensions were made especially for me.
“Oh, Zogar.” I turn toward him. Not only did I tell him that someday I’d like to experience sex while bound to such a device, but in some ways, this also helps to balance this day with the ceremony on the Throne of Consummation.
“If you’d prefer a bed—” Saxon turns my face toward his, concern in his eyes. “If you’d preferanythingelse.”
I shake my head. “I’d very much like to try this.” My teeth scrape my bottom lip as my cleft grows slicker, fluttering in anticipation.
“Then let’s get you strapped in,” Tynan says. He looks even more excited about this than I am, and he leans in close to my ear. “I love your sense of adventure.” His teeth nip my ear lobe. “And once you’re trapped in that thing, I plan to fuck you senseless.”
Need ripples through me, and suddenly my garments have changed. My wedding gown is gone, and I’m dressed in a bra, like the ones in the Darkness, with half-moon wires that lift my flesh, leaving my breasts mostly exposed. The hair above my cleft is covered by lace, held up by tiny ribbons that loop around my hips and stretch back through the cheeks of my bottom. Ishift, and the tease of the ribbon’s pressure makes me crave the men even more.
The plaque, instead of being mounted on a wall, is suspended from above, so the men can move behind me.
Zogar lifts me, and all three men quickly work together to settle me into position. My feet rest in padded loops, not unlike stirrups on a horse’s saddle, and my legs are bent up next to my chest and spread to the sides.
The men, my husbands, lift my hands, and my wrists are secured, leaving me unable to move and fully exposed and vulnerable to whatever they have planned.
“I think she needs to be blindfolded again,” Tynan says. “That way she won’t know whose cock is going to drill her until it’s inside.”
My cunt pulses with excitement, but Saxon looks at me with concern.
I smile at him. “I want this.”
Saxon presses his forehead against mine and his woodsy scent heightens my desire. “If one of us does something youdon’twant,” Saxon says softly. “Promise you’ll tell me.”
I nod. “I promise, but?—”
“But what, ma chérie?”
Naughty thoughts stir inside me, thinking of that night with Tynan, when we put on the show for the mistresses. “If I beg one of you to stop, or to slow down…it might actuallyheightenmy fantasy.”
“Then choose something else to say,” Tynan strokes my leg and tickles the bottom of my foot, making me squirm. “Something random,” he says. “How about turret.”
I nod. “If I want one of you to stop, I’ll say turret.”
A soft blindfold magically covers my eyes, and suddenly I’m not only immobilized, I’m sightless. My skin is highly sensitive to the soft padding covering the supports, to the fur that’s teasing my back and encircling my wrists and ankles, and also to the ribbon stretched through my folds. Every part of me tingles with sparks, as if I’m about to catch fire.
The three men are speaking softly to each other, but I can’t make out their words over the pounding music, and I squirm, testing my limits. What are they planning?
“You belong to us, now,” Zogar says.
“You are ours,” Tynan adds. “Ours to use for our pleasure.”
My channel throbs.
“You have no way to escape,” Saxon growls, then he moves his lips close to my ear. “Unless you say turret.”
“We’ve made a wager,” Tynan says. “A competition to see who can fuck you the hardest. Who can make you scream the loudest.”
From behind me, Tynan’s hands grasp my nipples, and I buck at the contact, but I’m barely able to move.
