Page 23 of Doubling Down

“Are you kidding? I have to see it now.”

I take a step closer, and Casey grins and waves. Max and Rick appear from the shadows, wearing nothing but tattered jeans and looking sexy as hell, their shirtless torsos glistening.

Rick glances toward the window and smiles, then shakes his head, saying something I can’t hear. Casey bounces a little, her full breasts jiggling in the tiny baby-doll negligée she’s wearing. Rick nods at Max, who grabs the hem of Casey’s outfit and pulls it over her head, then squats in front of her and slowly slides her panties down her thighs.

When she’s naked, they pause, and each man kisses her. Then Max takes hold of Casey’s arms and pulls her wrists together in front of her.

The pair proceed to spend the next ten minutes slowly trussing up my friend with bright red ropes. The bindings remind me of the positions I was moved into by the machine, except every movement of Casey’s limbs is determined by the ropes Rick carefully knots around parts of her body.

“That’s a work of art,” I say when they pause and step aside so we can see the results. Casey’s hands are crossed over her midsection, and a webwork of perfectly knotted ropes cover much of her torso, leaving just enough space for her breasts to emerge. Rick completes the work by securing one of her legs, her knee bent and suspended from a rope anchored to the ceiling. Her other leg hangs down, toe pointed and brushing the floor. She looks like a dancer caught in a spider web.

Rick reaches up and spins her slowly. Above her, I see the pivoting anchor point where the ropes originate, designed so they can turn her for maximum effect.

When she faces away, Max moves to her other side. I can’t see what he does, but she drops her head back, her long hair skimming the ropes crisscrossing her back.

Then Max drops to his knees, and it’s obvious he’s licking her exposed pussy. My core heats as I watch. I can’t tear my eyes away.

Rick turns Casey ninety degrees and kneels as well, taking his turn attending to her. Even though she’s bound and at their mercy, it’s more like she’s their goddess and they want nothing more than to worship her body.

After a moment, Rick stands and turns her again. This time Max comes around and kneels, his back to us, returning his mouth to her core. Casey’s eyes are closed and her head tilted back. Rick moves behind her and gathers her hair in one fist, pulling her back a little farther. He whispers something in her ear, and she tries to nod. He glances at the audience as he grazes his palm over her jaw and throat, curling his fingers around her neck. It’s an act of utter dominance, and I’m enthralled by my friend’s submission. The display is brief, but powerful. Then Rick carefully begins to plait her hair, taking another length of red rope and weaving it around the entirety of her long braid.

The effect is stunning when they stand back for a second, letting the watchers simply take in the bound woman in the center of the room.

“Are they going to fuck her?” I ask under my breath.

“Not until the end,” a woman says. She eyes both the twins with interest, catching sight of their arm bands, then mine. She’s wearing a gray ribbon as well, but thankfully catches on to the fact I’m with them and doesn’t make any overtures, though it’s clear she’s thinking something of the sort.

“It’s a two-hour show. Then they take a break.”

When I look through the window again, Casey’s in an entirely different position. She’s hovering parallel to the floor, facing down, with Rick carefully knotting the ropes above her. Both her knees are bent now, heels nearly touching her ass, her legs splayed wide and her arms behind her back. It’s like a dance, watching them move, spin her around, then tease her exposed flesh.

Max crouches beneath her, kisses her on the mouth, then proceeds to suck on one of her nipples while he teases the other. Rick steps away to a cabinet and returns with a pair of toys and a bottle of lube. He coats one of the toys and spreads Casey’s cheeks, then gently inserts it into her ass. I can just see a side view of her face, and she’s biting her lip, cheeks flushed. The idea of being bound like that is incredibly arousing, and my core aches at the thought of what’s in store for me later.

Rick holds up the other toy for the viewers to see. It’s a small, silver, egg-shaped vibrator that he pushes inside Casey’s vagina, then grins when he presses a button on a corresponding remote. The way she jerks and moans gives away the fact that he just turned it on.

My insides feel wound up tight, watching her squirm and twist, her movements causing her to rotate. When her backside faces us, we have a clear view of her soaked pussy and the plug buried in her ass. Her flesh is engorged and glistening, fluid nearly dripping out of her.

Rick grabs one of her ass cheeks and squeezes, then twists the plug, pulling it out, then pushing it back in. Her legs strain against the ropes and her hips rock. Max steps to her other side, halting the rotation, and then nods at Rick, who produces the remote control from his pocket and hits another button.

A cry reaches my ears, followed by Casey cursing. Max grabs hold of the plug in her ass and starts to fuck her with it while Rick slides his fingers between her thighs and finds her clit, rubbing it quickly. His lips move, and it looks like he’s counting down. When he gets to one, Casey writhes and bucks, her orgasmic wails audible through the window. It goes on for about a minute before she falls limp. The entire time, my eyes are fixed between her spread thighs, my own core clenching and releasing in sympathy.

The guys step to the side then, leaving her hanging there with the toys buried inside her. I can hear her begging as her Doms pull up chairs and sit. They’re both obviously aroused, yet don’t seem too fazed by the enormous bulges in their pants. Rick hits a button on the remote again, and Casey relaxes.

“Are they going to leave her hanging like that?”

“Just for a little while. They have to give her time to recover. Act Two is much more acrobatic,” the woman says, smiling at me.

“We should head to the suite,” Jude suggests. “I want to make sure Sarah’s relaxed and ready when Sheridan arrives.”

“I’m kind of ready now,” I say, because after seeing just a piece of Casey’s show, I don’t think I care if anyone’s going to watch. I really need to be fucked.

Jude grins. “I’m not surprised. But we’re going to take this slowly. I want you ready to explode when he’s watching, not before.”

“So you’re going to torture me, is what you’re saying.”

“Remember your safe word,” Simon replies.

Chapter Thirteen

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