She’d been as patient as she was going to be.

Stubbornly, she stood off to the side, allowing Mack space to work. Really, she would have been more comfortable lounging on the mattress with Saya, but it was the principle of the thing.

Now the question was whether she was going to agree to this whole bad scheme. When Mack had come up with the idea, she hadn’t been very keen, but letting them do it to Saya, alone, seemed callous.

When the net was laid out neatly on the floor, Winter could feel Saya looking at her. Fine.

She went to the mattress and held a hand out to the girl. Out of the corner of hereye, she saw Ramsay nod, and Saya’s hand slid into hers. Winter pulled her up, and Saya pressed against her and kissed her mouth.

While they kissed, Mack came up and cuffed her wrists, then pulled her away to the middle of the net. Moments later, Saya was led there, and Mack urged her down too. When they were sitting face to face, Mack rearranged them so that their legs were scissored together. It was all very...naked. Winter checked Ramsay and he was watching them, practically drooling.

Mack used a rope to tie their cuffs together in front, and attached it so that as the edges of the net were lifted and pulled tight over their heads, their cuffs were secured over their heads, as well. Mack hoisted the pulley and there was a swooping sensation as the net bag lifted from the floor.

Saya screeched as the movement made them swing, but Winter was distracted by the way their pussies pressed against each other. The other girl was wet and in her fear she was squirming against her. Winter groaned, wishing her hands were free so she could touch her. Instead, she craned her neck and kissed the side of Saya’s face as the girl anxiously looked around them.

“What are they going to do?” Saya whispered.

“Whatever crosses their evil pea brains, unless we safeword. Do you remember your safeword, baby girl?”

“Yes.” The tension in her body didn’t calm, and she burrowed into Winter, as though it were possible for them to get closer.

“Shh. They’ll make this fun, and if they don’t, we’ll tell them it’s boring, okay?” She kissed Saya’s forehead, and the other girl sniffled a little.

Outside their trap, the men circled, like hunters inspecting their prey.

“They’re pretty like this.” Ramsay mused.

“I feel like a side of beef. How is this sexy?” Winter’s legs were cramped, but when she shifted, her sex slid against Saya’s. Both of them gasped and Mack’s low chuckle was evil.

“I figured you’d like that position.” He patted Winter’s bottom then walked to the toy storage area and started pulling open drawers and throwing things on the workbench.

Ramsay wandered over, not shy about picking things up and examining them.

“Half of these things aren’t even sex toys. An electric toothbrush? And what’sthis?”

Mack took the plastic-packaged, sterile piercing needle and slid it back in the drawer. “Not something you and Saya are ready for. Some of these, like the clothespins, are pervertables. Do you know what that means?”

Ramsay’s brows went up. “I know what pervertables are, jackass. I just wouldn’t have thought of picking up most of these.”

“Our preferences are a little more intense than yours, I think.” Mack shrugged. “Everyone has their own kinks. We won’t do anything that will freak Saya out too much.”

It was funny watching them have this conversation, side by side, naked and semi-hard. A little oil and it could have turned into a wrestling match worth writing home about.

Mack dumped a bunch of things on a tray and carried it over to a small table he’d pulled near. A quick scan of the items showed none of Winter’s favorites, but doing cutting and blood play in front of Ramsay and Saya seemed like it could backfire.

Good job playing nicely with the guests, Mack.

As though he’d heard her, their gazes met and he winked.

Ramsay walked around them, grinning, his fingers wandering over the squares of bared flesh accessible through the net. He and Mack poked and prodded, slid two fingers through a space in the net and pinched their nipples, licked their slits. Mack had made the thing so that each hole was big enough to be useful. Bastard.

Every time Saya squirmed, her pubic bone pushed on Winter’s, and she wriggled, seeking relief. The position was too awkward, though, and was frustrating because they couldn’t move enough to make it satisfying.

The guys started with the toys. Ramsay tickled at their sensitive skin with the duster he chose from the wall. The sensation was sensual and irritating and made both of them squirm and breathe in small gasps.

“I like you like this,” Ramsay smirked at Winter. “Although a gag might have been a good idea.”

She opened her mouth to tell him off, and he slid a finger up into her pussy. From the look on Saya’s face, he must have done the same to her almost simultaneously. He finger fucked them both at different intervals, and their groins rubbed together erratically with the motion he forced on them.