Page 18 of Doubling Down

“This is amazing. You guys built it? I suppose I was expecting some kind of wooden bench.”

“We started with the usual BDSM toys—St. Andrews crosses and spanking benches. But we wanted to build something that was completely customizable based on the person or people using it. Jude programmed it, I designed it. We built it together.” Simon tugs me up the step onto the platform and directs me to a circle of metal tile near the center, right in front of the harnesses.

“Stand here so we can get your measurements,” he says.

I place my feet on the foot-shaped decals on the floor. “I feel like I’m about to get scanned by TSA.”

“It’s a little different. No X-rays involved.” Simon stands in front of me, hands on my waist, and stares into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

I smile up at him. “Are you kidding? You guys built the ultimate adult bouncy swing. You’re fucking insane if you think I don’t want to try it out.”

He lets out a relieved breath and smiles. “Then we need you naked.”

He tugs at the hem of my shirt, and I raise my hands, letting him peel it off me. I kick off my sandals, then shimmy out of my shorts, standing still while both twins help pull my sports bra over my head and my borrowed panties down my legs. Jude gently nudges my ankles one by one for me to step out of my panties, then peers up at me as he coasts his hand back up my inner thigh. He lightly drifts his fingertips along my crease, just enough to tease—not to mention discover how very turned on I am already.

“I had a feeling you’d be into this,” he says, standing and laying a searing kiss against my lips before moving away again.

Simon gathers my clothes and sets everything on a handy little shelf at one corner of the frame, then gestures at the floor again.

“Feet there. Arms straight out on either side, parallel to the floor, just like at the airport.”

Jude returns to the small screen and taps it when I’m in position. A gust of cool air washes over me from the AC vent above us. It was starting to warm up, so I’m grateful for the cool air coming in. My heart is pounding as a series of red lights scan my body from multiple angles, and I glance around to see about half a dozen cameras trained on me from strategically located mounts.

“Are you recording this?”

“Every test is recorded. It’s a safety protocol. We’ll delete it afterward, if you’re more comfortable. But the scans are to help us calibrate it for your frame. Once the measurements are dialed in, the device locks to your size and doesn’t unlock until someone else is scanned. You can come see now.”

Jude gestures, and I move to his side where a three-dimensional image of me is rotating in the center of his tablet screen. He taps a button that says “calibrate,” and behind me, the device begins to whir and clink as pieces of it shift into position. The harnesses shake in the center while the cables attached to them lower and shorten, and the big circular hoops rotate, then pull apart.

“One last thing—we need your safe word.” He taps another icon on the screen and an image of a microphone appears. “Lean close and say it. If you use it at any point during the scene, the device returns to neutral.”

I lean in and say, “Starry Night,” into the microphone, tilting my head to give Simon a sweet smile over my shoulder that he returns with a look brimming with affection.

“Okay, it’s now or never,” Simon says. “Ready to try out your own custom swing, Sarah?”

I’m so wet my thighs are slippery when I walk to the harnesses. When I get there, I see two more footprints just beneath them, closer together than the others. I pivot and stand in that spot, heart racing while the twins look on. Jude stares at me for a second, his fingers hovering over the tablet screen.

“Fuck me, I can’t believe this is really happening right now. You’re really here. This might be the best day of my life.”

“Mine too,” Simon says. He steps in front of me and crouches, then begins to attach each of the satin straps to my body. There are several for each leg, a hip harness, a vest-like harness, a few for each arm, and one final one that cradles my head and hooks into the vest.

When everything’s hooked up, Simon stands back and looks me over. “Everything comfortable? Just so you know, the right wrist strap has a breakaway clasp so you can release yourself in case of emergency.”

“I’m fine, but you look like you’re about to explode.” I smirk and drop my eyes to his crotch, which is bulging so prominently his jeans might be in danger of ripping. “Is there any rule that says you two need to have clothes on too?”

“I fucking love you,” he says, stepping in close and grasping the back of my neck before he kisses me hard. I try to embrace him, but find myself restrained by the wrist straps. Hot arousal spikes through me at the realization that I am one hundred percent at their mercy now. The right cuff has a little give, but I don’t pull harder. I want to do this right.

“Stand back, brother,” Jude says. “Time for position one. Try to relax, Sarah. If you feel pain at any moment, tell us or use your safe word.”

I don’t know what “position one” means, but soon enough, I find out. The motors whir to life and the circles pivot. My limbs start to move like I’m a human marionette, shifting me into position. It’s disorienting at first, then everything stops and I’m left suspended, arms tucked behind my back, in a seated position with my knees together, only my body is held up by nothing but the straps attached to my limbs.

That’s when the floor opens up beneath me, but I can’t see what appears, because my head is just as restrained as the rest of me. I can only look forward at the twins, who are taking their sweet time disrobing while something rises from below.

“Calibration is spot on,” Simon comments, eyeing the tablet screen. “Nice work, brother.”

“What is it?” I ask, making an effort to resist squirming.

Jude grins. “Something that’ll make you feel really, really good.”

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