“But the more we sat with him, the more we realized he was one of the pillars of the kink community. Thayne too. People came and went, talking to the two of them. Subs would kneel by Thayne’s wife and have quiet conversations. When Devi would sit with us, the entire vibe of the club would change. It was like having three ruling powers in one space. Now that I know they are all sadists, I understand why the subs would get all antsy.”
I must make a noise of discomfort.
“Exactly, princess. Actually, I do remember one scene, where Devi had a female sub tied spread eagle to the coffee table, arms, head, and torso on the table, with her ass barely on the edge. There were quite a few dildos of varying sizes resting in a case by her feet, each with a number on them. Other club members could come and select a dildo to use on the girl. However, the girl would need to get that number of flicks from Devi’s riding crop. The poor thing was a hot and moaning mess of desperation by the time the night was over.”
I fucking bet. To be left balancing for whoever knows how long on that sweet line of pleasure pain is a level of mean I can’t even contemplate. Just thinking about it makes my flogging scene with Derek float to the surface.
“I’m going to start on your legs. Remember, no sitting. So, Derek, Hudson, and I all become friends. Derek would travel with me to meet up with Hudson wherever there was an event we wanted to attend. It took a while, but eventually Hudson wanted out from his job in New York. I’ll leave his story for him to tell, all you need to know is that he was burned out. He came to crash at my place for a week, but that turned into two and then a month. Fun fact, he is actually from the area, but once he took over his parents’ retirement fund, they were able to move to Florida a lot earlier than planned.”
Fingers trace a line of fire around my upper thighs, the firm satin winding its way along the back and around the side, until it joins once again at the front. I suck in a sharp breath when fingers slip between my inner thighs, followed by the long tail of the rope, all the sensations so deliciously close to my clit.
“Hudson eventually used his connection with Thayne and Derek to apply for a position at NU. Luckily for him, there was a spot available for a professor with a background in international economics. I didn’t start at NU for another year. Then it was just the three of us, on campus and at the club. It didn’t take us long to figure out we preferred playing as a group. It’s not something we ever really spoke about, Hudson and I just automatically started including Derek.”
With two tight bands of rope around my upper and lower thighs, it feels as though I’m secure enough to let myself fall, but Darcy said no lifting my feet, even though I desperately want to. That fuzzy side of my brain with the cotton candy and fluffy clouds is just out of reach while I concentrate on my toes and the rubber matting beneath them.
“Then, one day, completely out of the blue, Derek shows up to our Monday morning coffee with Xavier. It was like we had a spare shadow. He was there with us, but barely spoke, joined our group chat, became the fourth in our poker tournament, and just went along with whatever our plans were.”
Now bound from head to toe, my ability to fight the fog is dwindling. Darcy sounds far away, almost like he is in a completely different room. Lethargy has filled every cell, and I am moments away from tipping over into the darkness.
I need to stay here.
I need to stay here.
“Okay, princess, just a few more minutes, then I’ll have you up.”
A few more minutes.
Twisting and tugging follows fingers as they work their way back up my legs, moving around each binding’s knots and twists until his knuckles brush right over my panty-covered clit.
My body jolts in place. I have no idea if I made a noise or not, but I do know warm air flows over my inner thighs with every one of his exhales. Firm hands grip my hips and apply the gentlest amount of pressure to pull me forward.
And then I feel him.
His stubble against my thighs.
His lips over my public bone.
He opens his mouth, teeth grazing, until they slowly close, pinching my clit just hard enough that I arch back, zings of fire shooting from my core, up, and out through the rest of my body.
This time, when the fogginess surges forward, I let it take me.
Chapter 77
Darcy
I blink at my sketch pad several times, slowly lowering my arm to my side, the sketch I’ve been working on finally feeling finished. Tingles prickle in my hand as I drop the graphite into the tray with the rest.
The piece in front of me isn’t quite perfect, nowhere near good enough for display in a gallery, however it is perfect for me to work with and to display in my home.
Emmy is stunning like this. Hanging from the ring, hair falling down until it is barely an inch from the floor, eyes closed, mouth parted like she has just slipped over the boundary into ecstasy.
She was made to give herself over to the hold of the ropes.
I can’t wait to show her how exquisite she looks on paper.
Pushing my seat away from the easel, I stand and stretch out my back. If I hear a pop or two, I ignore them because I amnotold.
A prickle of shame runs up my spine. I shouldn’t have bite-kissed her like that. I didn’t have her consent, and she wasn’t in any state to give it.
