Page 9 of A Night of Indulgence and Sloth
“Enjoy your bath, Petal. And make sure you have at least a few bites of food. You’ll need your energy for what we have planned next.” He places one last kiss on my lips and then exits the room.
I release the shuddering breath I didn’t know I was holding and quickly empty my bladder before stepping into the soaker tub. I found a scrunchy on the counter and put my hair up so it wouldn’t get wet. Was it these men who were thoughtful or is it just club protocol? I quickly shake that thought away and pop agrape into my mouth instead. My teeth tear through the skin of the grape, filling my mouth with cold, flavorful juice, and I relax into the tub as I toss another sphere into my mouth.
My body aches deliciously, and as I think about their plans for me, I can’t help the excited chill that goes through me.
After a few more grapes and a piece of cheese, I place a thin piece of milk chocolate on my tongue and let it melt. I’m not hungry for food. I’m hungry for them.
Wes knocks quietly before stepping through the door. Our gazes lock, sparking a heat far hotter than the bath I sit in. He grabs a towel, walking toward me with confident, determined strides.
I stand, exiting the bath and letting him dry me off. It’s far more sensual than I could have anticipated. Even something as mundane as this has my core tightening and my pussy on high alert. She was far greedier than I’d ever expected, and I wonder if it would have been like this with anyone else.
Without a word, he leads me out of the bathroom and back into the main room, which has shifted. It isn’t a big change, but there’s now a large wooden cross in the corner where there hadn’t been before. He pulls a blindfold from his pocket as we stand in front of the cross, and I notice the massive bulge in his pants. My mind spins with the knowledge that it isn’t only me who feels this way. He wants me too.
After placing the blindfold over my eyes, a door opens on the other side of the room and someone enters. Wes doesn’t seem to care as he latches a pair of cuffs around each wrist before bending low to do the same with my legs. I wait for fear to strike as I stand here, exposed and vulnerable but it never comes. My lust for these two strangers overrides all logical thought.
The air moves around me, signaling another presence. Somehow, my body knows that it’s Fitz and responds without conscious thought, my neck extending toward him. He claims my lips, pressing his body flush against mine until I feel the hard wood of the cross behind me, chafing against my naked skin.
God, I want to touch him. To wrap my legs around him and feel his hardness against my flesh, but I’m trapped and at their mercy.
“You look ravishing, Blossom,” Fitz says after pulling away. He kneels low, sucking each nipple into his mouth before licking the seam of my pussy. I push my hips out, to beg him without words not to stop, but he only chuckles.
Another pair of hands join in, trailing softly over my breasts and teasing my nipples. It’s torture and rhapsody all at once, but I don’t want them to stop.
“Your nipples are so responsive, Petal. How about we test just how far we can push you?”
Questions pass through my mind but fly out the window as both Fitz and Wes lavish attention on my nipples, sucking and massaging them until I’m out of my mind with the sensation.
“Take a deep breath,” Fitz says, and I follow his instruction. An odd sensation, like silicone instead of fingers, pinches against my hard nipples when Wes adds, “Now exhale.”
I do as I’m told, trying to figure out what they’ve put on me. “What are these?” I ask, shifting slightly and causing whatever hung from my nipples to dance with my movement. A soft tinkling sound accommodates the exquisite sensations, driving me wild.
“Nipple clamps,” Wes says, running his finger over the tip of one of my nipples.
“Is it enough pressure, Blossom, or can you handle a bit more?” Fitz’s voice is seductive, filled with challenge, and I consider his question before responding.
“A little more, I think.” Heat rises to my face, and I hope the blindfold hides my blush. They tighten both clamps slightly, and I release a soft moan.
“If it ever gets to be too much, we can remove them.”
Then, as if working in sync with each other, they remove their hands. Once again, I wish I didn’t have to wear this stupid blindfold. I wish I could see what they were doing so at least I could know what’s coming. I listen to their footsteps, the rustling of toys along the back wall, and their whispered words.
“She’s so fucking gorgeous.”
“Do you think she’s ready for our cocks?”
I whimper. Fucking hell, am I ever ready. Images flood my mind of all the different ways they could share me. Could I take two cocks at once? The thought alone causes my core to ripple and my thighs to get slick with my arousal.
Shit, what are they doing to me?
A low hum starts, and I jerk my head around as if I can find the source. I no longer hear their voices or the shuffling of feet, only the subtle hum and my frantic breathing.
There’s a light tug on the clamps, causing me to cry out at the same moment a finger trails along my center. Then something soft and smooth replaces the finger, and I realize where the hum was coming from.
A vibrator set on low presses through my wetness, rising closer to my clit but never settling long enough to throw me over the edge. I shift, trying to hold it more firmly against my clit, but it’s always moving, dancing, roaming everywhere but the place I crave it the most. At such a low vibration, I need the pressure. I need more.
“Please,” I beg, my inner walls contracting with the need to come as frustration mounts inside me. “More, I need more.”
“You’re insatiable, Blossom. But we aim to please.” Fitz’s voice is so close that I can feel his hot breath against my neck.I don’t know whether he’s controlling the vibrator or Wes, but whoever it is finally rests it on my clit. I cry out, realizing they’ve upped the vibrations, and it’s all too much. Sensation floods me, causing my body to jerk against my bonds as I teeter on the edge of insanity.
