Page 46 of Here In Your Arms

“You’re getting awfully cheeky,” I tell him.

Kyle just smiles wider and wiggles his eyebrows at me. I wouldn’t say Kyle is Mr. Stoic, but typically Wes is the more playful of the two. Seeing Kyle turn playful and Wes turn a little more serious is a fun experience and I’m excited to see where it goes. Before I can pull away, Kyle brings my face to his and molds his mouth to mine.

His lips are soft, but firm. He knows how to use them well, and takes my lips firmly against his, exploring my mouth and nipping at my lips. When he stops, I’m basically a melted puddle of goo from the need coursing through me. An involuntary whimper escapes. Wes comes up behind me, and I hadn’t even noticed him moving around the room. He pulls my hands from Kyle’s shoulders and puts them together behind my back.

“Good girl,” Wes purrs in my ear. “Should we get the rest of these clothes off?”

I nod frantically, and as Kyle stands, he runs his hands along my body, taking my shirt with him as he goes. Wes pulls my hands back into position once my shirt is off.

“Hold your hands behind your back,” he commands.

Relinquishing his hold on my hands, he unclasps my bra. Reflexively, I move my arms to take my bra off fully, when I feel a smack against my ass. Gasping, I jump from the impact. Kyle grabs my arms again and leans into me.

“I said hold your hands behind your back,” Wes growls.

“O-Okay,” I tell him.

“Keep them there or you get another one,” he tells me. “Unless you use your safeword.”

I tense up at first at the threat of another spank, but when he reminds me of the safeword, I relax. Knowing he’s in control of me, but I’m ultimately in control of him, is a heady feeling and reminds me I’m safe. Wes takes his time taking my bra off. When he can’t lower it any further, he moves my arms for me to allow the garment to come fully off my body.

“I’m going to get the tape,” Wes says.

Kyle sweeps me into his arms and deposits me on the bed. Sitting there, shocked, I stare at him wide-eyed. He looks back, a bit concerned.

“You okay?” He asks.

“Yeah. I’m just surprised you can lift me,” I confess.

He grins. “I would lift you and carry you all the time if you’d let me.”

A ripping noise catches my attention and I look over to see Wes holding a strip of red tape. It’s thinner than duct tape and reminds me of electrical tape.

“Hold her hands up above her head,” Wes instructs Kyle.

Kyle grabs my hands and places them above my head, palms together. I feel a slightly sticky light plastic on my wrists as Wes wraps it around my wrists and up my forearms slightly. It doesn’t feel like typical tape, but I can’t get out of it either.

“It sticks to itself,” Wes explains, seeing my confusion. “That way there’s no sticky residue.”

Kyle holds up a pair of safety scissors to show me. “Just in case,” he explains.

“Do you remember your safeword?” Wes asks as I hear a snap of a bottle opening.

“Yes,” I tell him.

“What is it?”

“Red.”

“Good girl,” Wes purrs and starts playing my clit with his fingers.

Hearing the praise makes me even wetter and his fingers move easily through my folds and my hips buck into the air, chasing his touch. I can feel my muscles tensing up, ready to release at any moment. Just a little more pressure and I’m going to detonate and come all over his hand. Without warning, he pulls away, causing me to whimper.

“Don’t worry, we’re not nearly done,” he says to me and sucks my juices off his fingers.

The bed dips and I turn my head to the side to see Kyle on his knees, his head down by mine and his ass in the air. He leans over to capture my mouth in his. A moment later and he groans with pleasure, so I break the kiss to look, my curiosity killing me.

Wes is situated between us, his hand behind Kyle’s ass, and it looks like he’s pushing something into Kyle. One more small movement and Kyle groans in pleasure and what seems like a little relief, before I see Wes’ muscles moving slightly as he moves something near Kyle’s ass.

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