“Why do you like this?” I ask, curiously.
“What’s not to like?” He tickles my clit with the feather, and I quiver. “You at my mercy to do with what I please. The power. The responsibility. The pleasure. The ultimate control. There’s no bigger turn-on for me.” He tickles me again, ruthlessly this time, and I struggle.
“Okay, okay!” I laugh through choked tears.
“Uncle?” He laughs.
“Yes.”
“Not quite,” he disagrees, sucking my aching clit between his teeth.
“Oh!” I spasm as he indulges in my vulnerable state.
“It’s going to get a little more intense,” he warns, as he runs the tip of his tongue along my swollen folds. “What’s your safe word, butterfly?”
“Chassis,” I reiterate.
“Good.”
There’s a sudden pinch on my skin. “Holy!” It rolls all the way up my stomach and between my breasts, leaving a prickling sensation in its wake. I erupt in another wave of chills, my clit unexpectedly pulsating.
“Dev!” I yank on the chains.
“Easy, Kayla.”
“What is that?” I heave.
“It’s a Wartenberg pinwheel.” He skims it over one nipple, the point of the spike doing inexplicable things.
“Oh my God.” My entire body constricts as he reverses it over the same nipple again.
“Dev! Dev!” I pant hysterically.
“So fucking sexy.” He drags it down the center of my body in a steady flow, stopping right at the apex of my thighs. He hesitates for an elongated second, knowing the delay leaves me teetering on a razor-sharp edge.
The first bite of spikes over my clit knocks the wind out of me. I’ve never felt anything like it, the prickly sensation playing a mind game. On one hand, I’m terrified of it piercing the fragile flesh; on the other, the sensations it brings forth are ferociously arousing.
“Holy fuck!” I wheeze, my body shivering as he rolls it back and forth. I’m literally crying from the blast of excitability. “Dev, please! Dev, please!” I’m not even sure what I’m begging for--I just know I need something. For him to stop? For him to press harder? I’m a chaotic mess of scattered sensation, and I just need him.
Dev must sense my unraveling, because a sudden shift occurs before the pinwheel is yanked away and my legs are ripped wide open, the material of my thong tearing apart. Mutely, he lifts me off the bed and impales me on his straining cock. My body splitting in two.
We both rebound a wail of desperation, of raging lust and fiery need.
“Fuck, Kayla!” Dev’s hips punch strenuously, his cock like a hydraulic press pounding into me mercilessly.
“Please! Please! Make me come!” I scream as my muscles clench and my core burns. “Make me come!” I hang from the chains helplessly.
Of all the times I’ve been with Dev or Reese, together or alone, it has never been like this. Never been so brutal or bloodthirsty.
We grind and grunt and hump and maul each other until it hurts, until we explode in a fury of pleasure. My elbows lock and my back breaks as I come all over Dev’s throbbing cock, a warm, wet flood of arousal making a mess of us both.
The two of us sag with exhaustion as the tremors take their time to pass, a draining feeling zapping my consciousness. Dev just holds me, still tethered and blindfolded, straddled over his lap as we float in a sea of satisfaction.
I didn’t think it was possible, after everything I’ve experienced with these two men, I could be changed on another elemental level. But Dev proved me wrong because I am no longer the woman who walked blindly into this room.
I’m reborn.
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