Page 45 of The Vipers and Their Vendetta

She shakes her head, so I grab her wrists and hold them out to him.

He binds a single column around her wrists, then he reverses the tension and wraps the rope four times. He places his fingers between her wrists, making sure there’s enough space, and then locks off the rope with a half hitch. He lifts her hands over her head, and I turn her around. Then he pulls the rope down her back. He wraps the rope around her waist, and a second time, before he hooks the tail beneath the rope, and reverses the tension to bring the rope in the opposite direction. Using the remaining rope, he creates a strap around her upper chest, pinning her tits between the rope.

We guide her down between us onto the soft, sheepskin rug we’ve placed in front of the fire for tonight. Like this, sitting on the rug, legs spread, tits bound and pushed forward, she’s a stunning piece of art.

Lex steps back to admire his work. “Fuck, you look perfect.”

She’s all trussed up and completely helpless. “I thought we were just going to talk,” she squeaks.

A smile quirks the corners of his lips. “Oh, we plan to make you talk.”

Saint grabs a knife and approaches her.

Her eyes widen at the sight. “What-what are you doing?”

He hunkers down in front of her, hooks the side of her panties, and cuts them clean away from her body. He does the same for her top.

“Hey!” she protests. “I needed that.”

We ignore her. Fuck. Now she’s got both legs bound and her pussy is exposed by her spread legs. He holds her thighs apart, lies in front of her, and covers her pussy with his mouth. Shecries out, her hips bucking at the contact. When she’s clearly close, he lifts his head again, his lips glistening.

“Zane, come here and stretch her with your huge cock.”

Fuck, she’s so vulnerable like this. Hands bound between her shoulder blades. Her tits knotted in a harness, making them jut out even farther. The sight of her alone makes me impossibly hard. I kneel in front of her and duck my head, sucking one nipple into my mouth, and then the other. I yank my t-shirt over my head and then open my jeans to free my cock. It’s huge and leaking pre-cum. I flick at my piercings, sending vibrations down my length, straight into my balls.

Then I release my dick and reach for her. With one hand around her back, and the other grabbing her ass, and I lift her onto my lap. Her bound legs are either side of my thighs, the rope pressing into my skin too. The position of her arms and the chest harness lifts her tits high, and I feast on them again. She tilts her head back, her long hair brushing down her spine, and lets out a breathy cry. I remove my palm from her back and reach for my cock once more.

Her eyes go wide, as I use my other arm to adjust her position before I hold myself at her entrance. I press my cockhead against her sopping wet pussy and slowly rub her a couple of times. Then I make sure I’m lined up perfectly with her, and then, with no gentleness, I fuck straight into her.

Vani lets out a cry, her back bowing.

I grab her hips and use my hold on her to control her movements.

Her eyes are so wide, and she keeps staring down at where we’re joined. I must admit it’s a rush controlling it all like this. The fact that I’m big enough and strong enough to do this seems to have her extra hot for it because she’s fucking soaking.

Her pussy is so tight, I think I might lose it pretty fucking quickly. Having her here like this, with her still squirming in the ropes, is almost too much.

I exhale a long breath that would have been a moan if I’d been able to make any sound. I curl my spine to look between us at where I’m entering her. Her pussy is stretched so beautifully around my girth.

I run my fingers down the inside of her thigh, the contrast of the rough rope and her soft skin. Fuck, she’s perfection. How will any other woman ever live up to her? We can’t lose her.

Grabbing her ass to pin her in place, I fuck her hard. Her tits bounce within the rope.

It’s hard to control myself, but I remember what we’ve agreed about edging her. As soon as her breathing grows ragged, I pull out of her again, leaving her pussy wet and gaping.

“No, no, please,” she cries. “Don’t stop.”

Lex stands over her. “We want to know the truth, Vani.”

“What?” Her eyes are wild, her hair a disheveled mess, her skin flushed. “Truth about what?”

“The reason you’re here.”

“I already told you the truth.”

Lex snorts. “Sure, you did.” He turns to his twin. “Get the lube. I’m fucking her ass.”

“What? Wait!” she cries.

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