Page 122 of Rot In Knotty Pieces

“You have to tell us when you’ve reached your limit.”

“My limit?”

“Yes.”

He looks far too smug, and I’m not sure about this, but it’s Sage and King, they won’t hurt me.

“All right, I’ll play.”

“Excellent.”

King grabs one wrist while Sage grabs the other, and I’m secured to the headboard. They use strips of sheets they destroy to secure my legs wide apart. I swear at them. A lot, but I laugh, too. There is something so exhilarating about trusting them so completely that I can have fun while I’m being tied up.

Sage climbs off me, and I see he’s half hard. He grabs his cock and strokes it, bringing it to its full and impressive length. My mouth waters, but once he gets himself hard, he lets go of it and walks down to the end of the bed.

“What is the game?”

Sage looks up and grins, and I remember that he’s got a sadistic streak a mile wide. Should not have forgotten that.

He leans over and kisses my instep, nipping at the skin before moving up. His fingers trailing over my toes.

“Did you know I dreamed of this? I jacked off to it so many times. Having you at my mercy where I can take my time and explore every inch of your body.”

His words send a cold shiver through me that turns to liquid heat and has slick pooling between my legs.

“Ah, your skin is my favourite snack.”

“Cannibal.”

He bites my calf. I arch up against the ropes, moaning. That is not sexy, not sexy at all.

I’m exposed to his eyes, and I watch as he makes his way up, trailing his fingers over my super-heated skin and pausing to kiss certain spots that call to him.

He pauses with his face just inches from my slick-coated pussy. He lunges forward, licking once, twice, thrice, and then he stands up and walks away.

“Sage?” I shout, ready to beat him to death.

King kneels on the bed and leans down, kissing me until I forget everything but the ache in me and the need for the knots that are so close.

“Please, I need you.”

King strokes my cheek. “Not enough.”

What?

Sage appears and trails his fingers over my breasts. I gasp, my skin pebbling. He mouths my ribs, leaving dark bruises on the skin over them. I’m whining almost constantly, torn between watching Sage continue his assault and watching King, who is stroking his mouthwatering cock.

“Please!”

“Please?”

“Please, Alpha,” I say desperately. “I need a cock. I need you. Please.” I’m almost frantic, almost out of my mind. I can’t stay still, my hips are undulating, rising and meeting nothing. My chest heaves, sweat beads and cools on my body, and their hands don’t stop moving.

“Okay, King.”

King knee walks up close to my face and grabs the headboard, holding himself secure as he grabs his cock and angles it down to my face.

“Come on, baby, you want a cock, right? Open those pretty lips and take your alpha’s cock. Make him feel good, and he can fill you with cum. Give you the fix that you need. Come on, Kest, don’t you want to choke on his dick? Have we reached your limits?”