Page 18 of Ghosts of Halloween

I release a breath and relax, and it’s easy. This entire scenario, with me tied up and blindfolded, with two strangers touching me, should be triggering as fuck. And yet, it’s not.

More sparks explode under my skin as Groomer slowly kisses the side of my neck, his lips lingering, hot touch branding me. I gasp, jerking from the impact, my belly fluttering with butterflies. Whatever tension left inside me is gone, replaced by a river of sparks flowing through my body.

I’m filled with light.

“You like it, then?” he asks, lips brushing over me before he kisses me again, lower this time. “My little princess likes being kissed?”

I moan in confirmation, the stream of sparks getting to my head and filling me with lightness. He chuckles, pulls back for a moment, and then comes back, kissing up my neck, his lips slow and firm over my skin.

And then, another mouth is on me, kissing the inner part of my knee.

I gasp, shaking my head and wishing I could see, but the blindfold stays on, firmly tied. Pleasure rushes through me, and I can’t even form words to protest, nor do I want to. This is heaven.

Strangler doesn’t stray higher, kissing the sides of my knees and just above them. He has stubble, and his chin is rough against my skin, making me jerk and gasp. Groomer leans closer, placing kisses on my jaw, and suddenly, I tingle all over and wonder if he’ll kiss my mouth, too.

Oh, God. I’m so far gone.

But he pulls back and peppers kisses down my right shoulder. I think I feel his mouth smiling.

“If you could just see yourself,” he whispers in my ear, gently brushing my hair back. “Such a beautiful princess. So flushed. So needy. Tell her, Strangler.”

And then another voice, deeper, maybe older, speaks up.

“Such a beautiful fucking girl,” he says, his voice harsh with emotion. “You’re good enough to eat, little bird.”

And then, he hikes my dress up, and his mouth is between my legs, kissing me through my panties.

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The way she groans, so loud and uninhibited, goes straight to my cock. I wish I was the one down there, but my princess needs me here. I’m the one grounding her, making her feel safe. I made this possible.

“Tell me, how wet is she?” I ask.

I want to hear it. I need to know I made her wet.

“I… can’t be,” she grits out through clenched teeth, and I laugh under my breath, cause that’s impossible. “I’m sorry, but I can’t… I don’t…”

But Caden comes up for air and looks at me with a grin, a visible sheen on his lips.

“So fucking drenched,” he says, and I dry-hump her ass, so horny, I can’t help myself. “Little bird, you’re gushing for us. Such a good fucking girl.”

She moans, shaking in my grip when he dives for her again. I look at his dark head moving slowly between her legs, and my mouth goes dry.

I fucking want that, too.

“I’ll have to check for myself, princess. And I’ll show you, too. So you know how wet I make you.”

She shakes her head again even as she arches, her body contorted by the pleasure she feels, every muscle tight. I reach around her, and Caden pulls back, giving me access.

Gently, I reach into her panties, my breathing erratic and shallow as I cop that first feel of my girl.

And damn. Just fucking damn.

He was right. She’s drenched. So fucking slick, it seeps right through her panties and onto her thighs. Why can’t she feel it?

I brush my fingers against her opening and up to her clit, and they glide easily in her wetness. Harlow thrashes against me and keens when I circle her clit gently, and I press my hips into her ass, my cock hurting like hell in my jeans.

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