Page 36 of Stroke of Luck

“If you need anything to stop, say ‘red’ and we will end whatever is happening to deal with whatever has upset you or made you uncomfortable. Use ‘yellow’ if you are okay with what is happening but need us to slow down or to ease up on whatever we are doing. If you have a gag in your mouth, you will have a bell in your hand, and if you need anything to stop or to change something that is happening, you will drop it,” Othello instructs, his face stern, making sure I understand he’s not joking around about this.

I lean in so my mouth hovers over his. “Those rules sound fair to me… daddy.”

Othello’s eyes flash and he grips my throat, snarling at me before he devours me. His hold on my neck tightens to the point that I’m starting to have trouble breathing, but the thrill of it all keeps me from stopping him. Instead, I wrap a hand around his wrist to keep him there, reassuring him I’m fine. Remo, not willing to be left out, reaches up to untie my romper, pushing the straps down my arms and freeing my breasts for him to fondle. He tweaks and pulls on my nipples, making me groan, and Othello drinks down the sound as if it’s a drug to him.

The sound of a knock on the window lets us know we’re back home, breaking us apart. Othello wraps me up in his suit jacket as Remo tucks himself back into his pants.

Once again, I’m scooped up and carried into the house, but they don’t take me upstairs. Instead, we go down to the lower level. Before we make it to the in-house gym, Remo unlocks a door I’d assumed was just a closet, but inside is a beautifully arranged playroom for all the deviant needs a person might have. Once I’m set on my feet, I immediately wander around the space to take in all that it has to offer. One wall has all sorts of impact toys—paddles, whips, and the like—which blends into an assortment of gags, collars, handcuffs, leather restraints, and others that I don’t know what they’re used for. I pause at a wall that has blood-red colored ropes neatly coiled, silky to the touch and pleasing to the eye.

“Ever had someone rig you up, baby girl?” Othello asks when he walks up, trailing his hands over my shoulders.

I shake my head no, and just when I think he’s going to touch me more, he pulls a length of rope off the wall and takes my hand, leading me away. Remo stands, waiting for us in all his naked glory with another bundle of rope in his hands.

Othello places me in front of Remo as he uncoils his rope, placing me in the pose he wants. “We will start basic, but remember the rules if you need something to stop or change.”

They’re gentle but confident as they create a rope harness around my chest, binding my arms behind my back but not in a way that would damage my body. Everything feels secure, something I can trust to hold me. Next, Remo sits me down and binds each leg, individually folded in half. It’s mesmerizing to watch them performing this artwork on my body with the masterful knots and twists they use to keep everything orderly. Legs finished, they work together to make a harness like you would need for rock climbing, connecting everything so it turns into one large piece. All the while, as they’re rigging me up, they let their touches linger, lips brush over my skin, setting me on fire for them.

Finally ready and unable to move, looking like a frog ready to hop off, they hoist me into the air so I’m suspended over the concrete floor. Never in my life would I have guessed how freeing it would be to relax into the ropes that hold me like a hug around my whole body. I’ve seen shibari in many of the art shows I’ve been to, but I’ve never understood the look on the faces of the people experiencing it. Now I do, and it’s pure bliss.

“Coniglietto, look at you. We haven’t even started and you look like you’re in a state of euphoria. Seems we have a little rope bunny on our hands, Othello,” Remo comments.

Othello chuckles. “You must have known since you’ve been calling her your little bunny since the beginning.” He trails his fingers between my legs and brings his hand up to my face. “In moments like this, you can’t hide what your body craves, and I plan to give it everything it needs.”

The sight of Skyler naked and tied up for our pleasure has me almost busting a nut without even touching her. Lust fills her gaze as she watches me approach her with a leather flogger in my hand, swinging it back and forth so she knows what’s about to happen. Even though I know Othello and I are desperate to get into the scene, neither of us are willing to scare her or push her too far, too fast. I trust her to tell us if we need to change something. As a good dom, it’s my job to keep her safe, mentally and physically.

“Coniglietto, are you aware that I’ve been keeping tabs on how many punishments you deserve since you became ours?” I ask, letting the leather strands trail down her back as I speak.

She shakes her head, biting her lip as if waiting for the flogger to hit her skin at any moment. I grip her jaw and frown at her. “When I ask you a question, you will answer it with your words. That is what obedient little bunnies do.”

“No… sir, I didn’t know you’ve been keeping track,” she answers, her voice breathy with need.

Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, I smile. “Very good. You have ten punishments to withstand, and then we will discuss the Pop-Tart situation.”

Before she can speak, I swing her, and each time her ass turns in my direction I snap the flogger, alternating which ass cheek it lands on until they’re both bright pink from my attention. After the first two lashes she’s moaning in pleasure, assuring me that she’s enjoying this as much as we are. I nod to Othello, letting him know I’m done, and he reaches out to stop her spinning, taking in her glazed eyes and the slight smile on her face. Now it’s time for all of us to get the release we’ve been craving after Othello and I have been edging our pleasure for so long.

“Baby girl, do you think it’s time you earned your reward? You’ve been a good girl, taking your punishment from Remo,” Othello murmurs as he massages her breasts.

While I was attending to Skyler, he finally removed his clothes and is now ready, showcasing his hard length.

“Yes, daddy, I would love to have a reward if you think I deserve it,” Skyler responds, making us smile at how fast she’s learning to play this game.

“Where did the fire go, baby girl? Have we found the right switch to make you submissive?” Othello muses as he places weighted nipple clamps on her, flicking one, making her gasp. “Or do we need to stoke that fire in you once again?”

Skyler arches as much as she can when I slap her on the ass with my hand in quick succession, following it up by shoving a lubed finger in her ass. The cry she lets out at my assault on her body makes my dick jump with excitement with hope I’ll be able to plunge into her tight, warm asshole. I nip at her ear, speaking softly. “The next time you want one of my Pop-Tarts, I expect you to ask nicely, preferably on your knees.”

“I won’t do it again, sir,” she pants.

“Now good little bunnies shouldn’t lie—I know you’re going to do it again, but next time you’ll know what the consequences will be.” I chuckle, knowing there’s no way that outside of this room she’ll act so submissive. Honestly, I don’t want her to. What I’m coming to love most about her is that she doesn’t take shit from us. Othello and I don’t want a twenty-four-hour sub; the wildness in her is everything we need in this house of dominant men.

“Would you look at that? It’s time for your reward, baby girl. All your punishments are over for now,” Othello says, hoisting her up a little higher so we’ll be able to enter her easily.

Othello holds her steady as I push into her tight ass. I do the same for him as he thrusts into her pussy, watching as she writhes in pleasure from being filled from both sides. The benefit of having her rigged is that we can move more freely without having to support all her weight. Even though it’s been quite some time since Othello and I shared someone, we don’t waste any time falling into a perfect rhythm, working in and out of her. Othello fucks her through her first orgasm as I slow a little, pulling on her nipple clamps to add in that sting of pain to her pleasure.

“Does our little bunny like being at our mercy?” I ask as her breath hitches when Othello starts to work her clit with his thumb.

Sky cries out as we force out another climax. “I can’t… I can’t take any more!”

“Hmm… Is that so, baby girl? See, the problem is that neither of us have been able to come yet…”