Page 90 of Taking Chances

My heart beats out of my rib cage as I try to collect my thoughts. This room, his commands, the fact that he left me alone,we? What the fuck is going on?

I did check ‘interested’ next to threesomes on the list I filled out, but it’s not like I thought it would actually happen.

Still, deep down I know I need to be a good girl for him. I know he’ll hold his word and make it worth it for me.

One, two, three, four… one, two, three, four… I count my breaths, willing my heartbeat to calm down.

When I manage to take partial control of my body back, I start undressing. The black dress, the pink heels, the cute lingerie I bought just for tonight. I fold the dress three times before I’m satisfied. The neat pile on the couch is finally up to my standards and I return to the bed, kneeling in front of it.

The temperature of the room is perfect, but my whole body is prickled with goosebumps. I feel my nipples pebbling, the anticipation almost too much too handle. Time stands still as butterflies swirl in my belly, arousal pooling between my thighs.

I have no idea how much time has passed, but I’m desperate for something to happen. For someone to touch me. I have half of mind to roll my hard nipples with my fingers, but a part of me doesn’t want to disappoint him.

So I sit still, hands in my lap. And I’m rewarded by the sound of the door opening. My head itches to snap up, but I keep it down, obeying his orders.

“Such a fucking good girl,” a voice coos. “You can look up now.”

I do, and my breath is knocked out of me. Two large, masked figures stand above me.

They wear full black, down to the black leather gloves, their faces covered with balaclavas, and they tower over my vulnerable frame.

“Looks like someone left us a present, huh?” one of them says. Dressed identically, it’s hard to say which one of them is Lennox. My ears buzz with jitters, making it impossible to recognize his voice either.

“Even if they didn’t, we’re going to take it. Won’t we, hummingbird?” A leathered hand lands on my chin, the touch gentle.

Hummingbird? What the hell?

My lips part as realization dawns on me. The masks, the two of them, the nickname. My head is hazy, slowly realizing what’s about to happen.

It’s a scene from one of my favorite books. One of the scenes I read more times than I care to admit. A scene that’s about to come to life.

My chest heaves as my breath quickens, nerves getting the best of me.

“The little hummingbird looks scared.” The voice is taunting me, but my mind is in a state of shock.

My body, on the other hand, recognizes the scene and reacts accordingly, my nipples tightening to rock hard, my pussy growing slicker by the second.

The hand on my chin turns rough, lifting my head. “Color?” the unknown voice spits out.

It takes me a second to get my bearings, to recognize the signs my body is sending me. But when I do, the answer is obvious.

“Green.”

They each grab one of my arms, dragging me to off the floor and to the bed. I fall on it unceremoniously, their sheer size enough to make me quiver with fear. And, well, need.

One of them grabs a spool of rope off the nightside table. I hadn’t even noticed the rope was there before.

“What do you think? Should we wrap our present?” He pulls on the jute rope, unspooling it.

“I think she would look beautiful wrapped for us. And I can’t wait to see the delicious marks when we unwrap her.” The other one grabs his shaft over the black pants.

Pulling me to a sitting position, they get to work. They’re almost clinical, wrapping the rope around my body, avoiding touching me where I need them. They tie my torso and breasts before moving on to tying my elbows behind my back. The position is uncomfortable and vulnerable, pushing my tits out, and my nipples are painful, begging for attention.

Suddenly, their moves turn less clinical, brushing over my skin. I gasp when a finger brushes over a pebbled peak. The second man follows by pulling on my other nipple. A hiss escapes me as pain shoots through me, turning to pleasure deep in my core. They alternate between soft touches and harsh tugs on my breasts while I try to regulate my breath. It’s no use because the sight of the two of them touching me, my body completely under their control, is enough to send me into cardiac arrest.

I have a clear idea of what will happen next. I read it a million times, after all. But the fact that I know makes the anticipation even worse.

One of them spreads my legs wide, opening my pussy up for them. It throbs as they inspect me as if I’m not a human being, but an actual present. I search their eyes, hoping to recognize Lennox, but I can’t. They both have blue eyes, though they’re mostly dark now. Still, their gazes don’t reveal anything. The only sign they’re affected are the tented black trousers.

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