Page 4 of Masters of Play

No, no I didn’t. Well, actually I did. It was classic reverse psychology. But I was too smart for it.

At least I thought I was…

In front of me, Owen wrapped the rope around my waist, his thumb and forefinger brushing over my flesh. I was so hypersensitive that I sensed the difference in temperature of his fingernails as he threaded the ropes, and then the pads of his fingers as he pulled the rope taut against my skin. I couldn’t understand how his hands were so dry when my palms were sweaty in anticipation.

Out before me, a sea of eyes stared at me. Heads tilted to the side, teeth bit into lips, fingers brushed over chins or other body parts as I stood on display. Alan's touch made my nipples hard. Owen’s breath against my abdomen made my pussy slick.

It was too much sensation. I had to shut my eyes. The loss of one of my senses did not de-tune me. Desire was a fume cloud in the air that invaded my lungs with every inhale.

And then there was the touch of the ropes. The thread they used was silky and coarse at the same time. It moved like satin on my skin as he made his loops. Then every time I made the slightest movement against the grain, I met with a delicious friction. I had to fight to keep still and not squirm for the sheer pleasure of it.

Owen ended the first bit of knot work with an intricate large node that rested on my belly button. The weight of it sparked desire in my belly, and that desire sank lower into my throbbing wet pussy. I was on fire and soaked at the same time.

Alan passed the ropes between my legs. I nearly buckled over as the dry rope hit my slick wetness. Alan kept me upright as he pulled the ropes up the crack of my ass like a G-string. With his fingers, he arranged the ropes at my pussy on either side of my clit.

"Do. Not. Come," he warned me.

I wasn't scoffing or rolling my eyes at him any longer. I was simply trying to keep what wits I had left in working order.

My lips were trembling at this point. There was a tremor in my hands as I tried to hold still as they continued. This was the sweetest agony I’d ever experienced in my life—and we were less than ten minutes into the scene. I gritted my teeth, balled my hands into fists, and tried to rein in the increasing pleasure.

Alan continued the knot work behind me until another heavy knot rested at the base of my spine. Each tug of his ropes brushed against the bind at my pussy. The ropes squeezed around my clitoris. My legs were shaking. When I began panting, Alan stopped. He came around front and stared at me. He didn’t need to use his words to warn me not to come.

“I didn’t,” I said. “But I really, really want to.”

Alan’s hard veneer cracked a smile. “You’re being a very good girl, Kellie. I’m very pleased with you.”

The fucker. Why the hell did I ever tell him I had a praise kink? I wanted to preen under his compliments, and at the same time, I fucking wanted to come ignoring his edicts.

I felt an orgasm knocking on the door. I gritted my teeth and pressed my heels into the floor. Both twins stood and gazed down at me. Owen grinned, enjoying the fact that I was so close to pleasure. Alan, on the other hand, was enjoying the torment.

They waited a moment, watching me. Alan's expression told me he expected me to fail in this moment, to come against his command. Hell, I expected myself to fail.

But I didn’t. I got a hold of myself before my muscles clenched. I raised my chin at him.

Alan smirked. I could tell he was surprised I hadn't failed.

Owen grinned brighter. I could tell he was impressed I had succeeded.

Alan reached the rope over my head and looped it on to the ring of the human-sized tripod. He gave the rope a tug, and I was airborne.

Finally!

The ropes took all of my weight and left me without a care in the world. They cradled me in the twine, leaving me with nothing to hold on to. There was nothing holding me back. I was restrained, but I was free. This was bliss.

Owen gave me a gentle shove, and I was truly flying. As the slight breeze hit me in the face, the ropes pressed against my pussy, giving me a rough friction. On the way back, I felt the pressure in my ass.

There was nothing I could do now. There was no floor to ground myself to. I clenched my hands, but it wasn’t enough. An orgasm was coming soon, whether I wanted it to or not.

Next, Alan wrapped a chain around my breast. The cold metal was a shock to my system. It brought my attention from the heat between my thighs to my pussy and ass. My mind reeled between the cold chain, the friction of the rope, and the heat both materials created. And then there was Alan, whose hands continued to tug at the ropes and run against my skin.

Alan pulled out a magic wand vibrator. He placed the wand on the ropes. The vibrations went through the ropes and directly to my clit. My hips jerked, making the ropes seesaw against my front and back openings.

“You want it?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Beg me.”

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