Page 105 of Darkness Falls

His hand caresses the side of my face, and I lean into it, letting my eyes flutter closed as anticipation floods through me.

"Up on the bed, princess," Barrett says, and I open my eyes.

I stand and position myself on my back in the center of the bed while Kyler takes one of my hands and Barrett takes the other. They secure something to both of my wrists before clipping them together and lifting them up over my head. I hear something click above me, and I try to pull my arms down, but they’re locked in place.

When I look down, I see Seb at the end of the bed with a spreader bar in his hand. He places it near my feet, and Barrett and Kyler strap my ankles to it, silently following Seb's instruction. Of course, he’s controlling this whole scene.

I lay here, bare and spread open, completely at their mercy while I wait for someone to touch me. They stand at either side of the bed with their eyes burning into my skin, making me even more needy thanbefore.

"Please," I whisper.

Barrett and Ky reach out in unison, trailing their hands along my stomach, up my chest, and straight to my nipples before tweaking them in their fingers. Each of them has their own signature, Barrett pinching tighter, but I moan from the contact.

"More," I beg between the heaviness of my breaths.

"What's your safe word, Callie?" Seb asks, tilting his head to the side, and Barrett and Kyler’s hands leave me.

"Pickle, sir,” I state firmly, wishing they would put their hands back on me.

"Good, don't forget it." He nods over to them before lifting up the spreader bar and pushing it backward.

They grab it, holding my legs toward my head, and a hand comes down hard on my bare pussy, making me cry out. I didn’t expect the first slap or any that follow, but Seb keeps going. He slaps my center three more times while I moan and cry out for more.

His hand comes down a fourth time, but instead of slapping, he rubs the sopping wet mess between my legs, giving me the first bit of friction on my clit. It feels heavenly, and if I could move my hips, I would thrust up into it.

"Such a messy little toy," Seb says before pulling his hand away.

"No, sir," I cry out, immediately missing his touch.

"Oh, trouble, we can't have you getting too much pleasure yet. We're just getting started." Seb laughs.

Heslaps my center again, causing the pain to spread through me and straight to my core. I shouldn't like this as much as I do, but the depravity of it all only makes me wetter.

"You're so beautiful when you look needy, wanderer," Kyler says from my side, and I turn my head to see him beaming down at me.

"My turn with our little pain slut," Barrett says, and they release my ankles, letting my feet fall back to the bed.

Someone grabs the bar and spins me around before pulling my hips up and forcing me to my knees. I struggle to hold myself up with my arms bound together and twisted, but just as I finally get in place, I feel a firm hand land on my ass.

"Oh my god," I groan over the familiar feeling of Barrett's slap.

I feel Kyler's hand on my back, rubbing it reassuringly as Barrett brings his palm down on my other ass cheek. My pussy spasms, begging to be filled as he rubs the area, letting the pleasure overcome the pain.

"Barrett, please, I need more."

"Is that what you need? Are you greedy for more already?" Barrett growls.

His hand lands on my backside in rapid succession, this time as Seb grabs my hair and whips my head backward. I gasp, and he shoves something inside my mouth, silencing me.

"Toys don't get to talk. If it's too much, snap twice." He places a kiss on my cheek before securing the ball gag around my head, and I whimper into it.

Thesemen are ruining me in every possible way, and I love every single second of it. Barrett slaps my ass again, and Seb's hand reaches around to one of my breasts, pinching my nipple. It's all so overwhelmingly painful, and just as I'm starting to consider telling them it's too much when I feel something graze my clit.

A finger begins to rub small circles, making me buck my hips immediately. I try to look and see who it is, but a blindfold is placed over my eyes. Six hands roam all over my body, taking turns between slapping, caressing, and rubbing, and I lose myself in the feeling.

Pleasure wells up inside me as one of the hands continues to work my clit. I feel two fingers sink inside my soaking wet center, slowly pumping in and out. The slight contact is all I need to lose it, and I clench around the fingers, so close to finding my release.

Just when I think I’m about to get there, all hands leave me, and I cry out around the gag. "Pleeease," I mutter, silently begging for them to touch me again.

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