Page 70 of Nanny for the Bikers

The click of the door closing seems to echo in the charged silence, and I can’t help but shiver as Kip steps forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. “We’ve got some special treats for you tonight, sweetheart,” he drawls, holding up a black silk blindfold and some silk restraints.

My mouth goes dry, a thrill of fear and excitement coursing through me. “I... I don’t know if I can...” I stammer, my gaze darting between the three of them.

Teller is by my side in an instant, his hand cupping my cheek gently. “Hey, look at me,” he murmurs, waiting until my eyes meet his. “We would never hurt you, Ayla. You know that, right?”

I nod slowly, leaning into his touch. “I know.”

“Then trust us.”

“I trust you. I trust all of you.” And I do, with every fiber of my being.

“That’s our girl,” Clay rumbles, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “We’re going to make you feel so good, baby. Just relax and let us take care of you.”

Kip steps closer, trailing the silk blindfold along my jaw. “Do you want this, Ayla? Do you want to give yourself to us completely?”

I inhale shakily, my body already aching for their touch. “Yes,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours. Please... make me yours.”

Their eyes darken with desire, the air crackling with tension as they exchange a loaded glance. I can see the barely restrained hunger in their expressions, the way their hands flex as if itching to touch me.

And I want it. God, do I want it. I want to drown in the depths of their passion, to lose myself in the pleasure they promise.

Clay lays me gently on the plush bed. His strong hands guide me back as whispered reassurances caress my ear. “Just relax, Ayla. We’ve got you.”

A silken blindfold slips over my eyes, immersing me in darkness. My other senses heighten - the brush of fingertips on my skin,the quiet rustle of fabric. My breath quickens as they take my wrists, binding them in satin that feels cool and smooth against my skin. They loop the restraints around the frames of the headboard, securing me in place.

My pulse pounds in my throat. I can’t see what’s happening, only feel. Mystery hands push up the hem of my shirt, exposing my belly to the air. I shiver, goosebumps racing across my flesh. Behind my back, deft fingers unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts.

“So beautiful,” Clay murmurs appreciatively. The husky timbre of his voice sends a thrill through me.

My jeans are unbuttoned, unzipped. They slide down my legs along with my panties, baring me completely to their unseen gazes. Heat floods my cheeks. An instinctive urge to cover myself takes over and I tug against the restraints, but the satin holds fast. I’m utterly exposed, helpless.

“Nowhere to hide now,” Teller remarks, a smile in his tone. “You’re all ours tonight, completely at our mercy.”

My stomach flutters at his words - nervousness and anticipation twisting together. I’m vulnerable yet somehow deeply aroused, aching for their touch. What sensual torments do they have in store for me?

As a man’s warm tongue laps at my sensitive folds, I arch my back against the mattress, unable to contain my moans. It’s so much more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced before, the constraints on my wrists and ankles heightening every erotic swipe of his tongue. Sensations course through me like wildfire, and I squirm under his talented ministrations, my body clamoring for more.

“That’s it, baby,” Kip whispers in my ear, his breath fanning over my neck.

Fingers trail up my spine, sending shivers down my spine, each touch a teasing promise of more to come.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“God, yes,” I pant, my legs trembling with anticipation. “Don’t stop.”

Clay’s voice rumbles from the other side of the bed. “Oh, we’re just getting started, sunshine. You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

Their words inflame me further, and I whimper, desperate for more . I’ve never felt this wanton, thishungryfor anything or anyone in my life. And yet, here I am, tied to a bed with three sexy bikers ready to claim me as their own.

Moans escape my lips as the tongue swirls around my sensitive clit, thrusting in and out of my wet folds. My body writhes against the satin restraints, desperate for more contact but unable to move. The sensations are overwhelming, intensified by the darkness of the blindfold. Not knowing whose mouth is worshiping me only heightens my arousal.

“That’s it, baby, let us make you feel good,” a husky voice murmurs against my inner thigh, the hot breath making me shiver.

Fingers slip inside me, curling to hit that sweet spot as the tongue resumes its merciless assault on my clit. My back arches off the bed, pushing my aching core against the delicious friction. I’m lost to the all-consuming need, rational thoughts scattering.

Then lips wrap around one stiff nipple, sucking hard as teeth graze the pebbled tip. “Ahhh!” A wanton cry tears from my throat at the exquisite bite of pain melting into pleasure.

Those clever fingers pump faster, the tongue flicking rapidly. My world narrows to the places they’re touching me so intimately, stoking the fire burning me up from the inside. Pressure builds at my core, winding tighter and tighter. I’m trembling on the edge, muscles clenching.

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