Page 45 of Their Reluctant Catch

“Is our starling getting desperate?”

Is that a rhetorical question? I lift an eyebrow.

“All right. You’ve been a good girl. I guess we should reward you for that. Lie back on the bed, on your back.”

Reward? Yes, please. I scramble to do his bidding.

“How flexible are you?” Colton sets one knee on the mattress and brings my leg up and to the side, and my arm down. He buckles the cuffs together with the hooks and nods at Todd, who does the same on the other side.

Stroking circles on my belly—above the place where I yearn for their touch—he hums. “Pretty flexible, I think.”

“She looks beautiful,” Todd chimes in. “I love how she’s holding herself open for us. I guess she could wiggle, but she’s pretty helpless like this. I like it.”

“Are you comfortable, pretty little catch?”

They are taunting me, maybe wanting to get me into trouble? But I don’t want to be punished, I want pleasure, and I think I know how I can get that. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Sirs.”

“Masters,” Colton corrects.

Is he fucking serious? I widen my eyes as I study his face. Goddamn it, he is! “Please, Masters.”

Colton’s kissable mouth kicks up on the left. “Good girl.” He lifts his head. “It’s time to reward her, but first, let’s torment her a bit.”

I perk up at the first part of his sentence, but my stomach drops at the second. I do hope the Sadist isn’t into edging. I don’t like orgasm denial at all.

When both men move in sync toward the head of bed, I tense. I know what’s coming, and depending on how skilled they are, this is going to heighten my arousal or douse it like flooding the cylinders with too much gas would kill an engine.

Like they’ve practiced this—and maybe they have done this endless times before—Todd and Colton reach for a clamp and loosen the screw. My nipples begin to tingle. I struggle against the cuffs, instinctively wanting to cover the sensitive peaks with my hands.

“On three,” Colton orders. “One, two...”

I wait for the three, but both men remove the nipple clamps at the same time, and before I can brace for it. A rush of sensations floods my body, as the blood returns to the tender peaks.

I groan, but the pain morphs into a moan of pleasure when the two bend their dark heads to suckle the tips into their mouths.

The initial sting gives way to a warm, throbbing pleasure as blood flows back into my nipples. My breath hitches, and I can’t help but whimper at the intense, almost overwhelming sensations as the men lave my breasts with their mouths and tongues. Every touch, every caress sends waves of pleasure through me, heightening my arousal. I crave more, and my mind swirls with the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure, but bound as I am, and with a hard male body on either side of me, I can’t move. Wetness coats my inner thighs as my pussy clamps around air. I’m about to come from merely their touch to my breasts.

I buck against my bindings as they suck and lick until my entire upper body heats up and pulses like a heartbeat. A wildfire is racing through me, and every spot on my skin is hypersensitive and erogenous.

“Please, please.” I thrash my head against the pillow.

Todd looks up. “Tell us, starling, what do you need?”

“You. Both of you. Please.” I swallow. “Masters.”

Like I’ve uttered some magic words, they abandon my breasts. While Colton ditches his pants and underwear, Todd releases the clips but when I start to close my legs, he halts me. “Don’t obstruct the view to our pussy.”

I let my knees flop to the side, and he rewards me with a long lick from the place where the buttplug is still lodged, to the hood of my clit. I moan when he gives it a little wiggle with his tongue.

My pussy clenches, eliciting a chuckle from the evil bastard—uhm Master.

“How does she taste?”

“Like the ocean. Salty but also a little sweet and tangy.”

Colton hums. “I need a taste.”

With in seconds, he has me moaning and bucking against his mouth as he eats me out like I’m some delicacy.

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