Page 34 of Sold on Them

“Damon, there’s a spreader bar underneath the foot of the bed. Why don’t you get Mackenzie set up with that, and I’ll go grab what we need for the next part.” Glancing at Parker, I nod toward the bed. “Why don’t you blindfold her and then help keep her mouth occupied?”

He grins. “On it.”

Royce and I step into the main room, him going for the fridge for the ice while I grab the candle we lit earlier. I hear him adding the ice cubes to a glass as I walk back to the bedroom, Royce only a few steps behind me.

I pause inside the doorway once more, just taking in the scene before us. Damon has the spreader bar wrapped around Mackenzie’s ankles, extended as far as it can go, and even from here, I can see just how wet she is as she makes out with Parker. Damon is sitting beside her, fingers teasing up and down her legs. Moving toward the bed, I see Mackenzie startle as she hears us.

“Heard us, did you, little one? It’s always interesting how our other senses work when we lose one of them. I just want to check in with you. What’s your color?” I ask as I settle beside her.

Royce has circled to the other side, climbing on behind Parker.

“Green. Very green,” she murmurs, her head turning toward me.

Royce chuckles. “That’s good to hear. This next part might be overwhelming. If that happens, remember to say either yellow or red—depending on what you want—and we’ll stop. Understood?”

“We need your words, little one,” I tell her when she nods.

“Oh. Sorry, daddy. I’ll try to remember that. Yes, I understand.”

“Such a good girl,” Royce murmurs as I glance at Damon.

He lifts his eyebrows, and I wonder if he remembers his part in this plan.

“You’re up, Damon.”

“Thank fuck,” he murmurs, moving to the end of the bed and lifting Mackenzie’s legs until they hook over his shoulders. He leans forward until his face is buried in her cunt, a mewl spilling from her lips at the first touch.

Turning my attention back to Royce, I find him murmuring in Parker’s ear, letting him know what part he will play. He nods with a murmured “Yes, daddy” before he leans down, flicking his tongue over her pebbled nipple.

A gasp of surprise leaves her lips as she arches her back, jerking at the restraints as she reaches for Parker, and likely Damon. I smirk, maybe not knowingexactlywhat she’s feeling, but knowing enough to know she’s feeling everything very different with one of her senses lost to her.

Then it’s mine and Royce’s turns, though we are trying to overwhelm her, we’re not going to use the ice and wax at thesame time. Even on someone who is used to sensory deprivation that can be overwhelming.

I nod to Royce, watching as he lays the ice cube on her shoulder and moves it down slowly. A shiver wracks her body as her mouth falls open, her breaths rapid. I nod again and he lifts the ice off her skin. She pants, her head turning toward him.

“More, daddy. Please.”

I wave for Royce to do what he’s going to do as I reach down to squeeze my cock. Watching the three of them work her body over hasmeworked up, but I wait my turn as he brings the ice to various parts of her upper body until the cube has melted.

I lean forward slowly, so she’ll know something else is coming—even if she has no idea what it is. I let a small amount of hot wax drip from the still lit candle onto her stomach, leaving a trail. Once more she gasps, struggling in her restraints before she screams out her release.

When Damon starts to lift his head, I shove it back down. “Don’t stop until she’s finished. Extend it for her.”

He makes a disgruntled noise, but does just that. I release his head and set the candle aside.

“Okay, Parker, that’s enough,” Royce urges him to pull away from Mackenzie’s tits, and he also lets out a disgruntled noise.

Once Mackenzie relaxes back onto the bed, Damon lifts his head to meet my gaze. “Am I good now?”

“Yes, smartass.” Rolling my eyes, I reach for the restraint on Mackenzie’s wrist and release it. “Let her out of the bar, please? It’ll just get in the way for the rest of this. Parker, will you take off the blindfold?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Royce moves to her other wrist, massaging it as I am the one in my hand. As soon as the blindfold is gone, her head rolls to the side to look up at me.

“How are you feeling, little one?”

“Good, daddy. Really, really good.”

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