Page 75 of Gilded Locks
Marigold yipped as Ash hoisted her over his shoulder and followed Stone into the closest room. He tossed her onto the bed.
“Get her arms.”
She bounced and scowled. “Hey!”
Stone had her wrist bound before she could object. Ash removed her boots and hooked her ankles to a spreader bar, making it harder for her to flail and kick. This was one of the guests’ playrooms, equipped with all kinds of fun surprises. When he hooked the spreader bar to the pully system suspended from the ceiling, he had her legs in the air with one firm yank.
“What are you doing?” she gasped, at the mercy of their care.
Stone shoved Ash out of the way. “It’s my turn.” He shucked his pants and climbed onto the bed, dragging her thighs closer and pulling her arms tight. “Hold on tight, Zayka.” He sank a finger inside of her. “She’s already soaked.”
“That’s because she likes when we’re rough as much as she liked when we’re gentle, don’t you, printsessa.”
“Stop!”
The room stilled at the unexpected safe word. Ash cautiously stepped forward. “Marigold.”
Her breath was labored as she looked at him, then to Stone. “You owe me an apology.”
Pride swelled in Ash’s chest and he had to hide a smile. Smart girl, calling Stone out on his bullshit.
“For?”
“Stone,” Ash said in warned. He was well aware he’d fucked up by walking out on her before. If he wanted the right to touch her again, he owed her this much.
His brother grimaced but eventually gave in. “I’m sorry I walked out on you, Zayka. It was wrong, and won’t happen again. Next time, I’ll control my temper.”
“Thank you.”
He watched Marigold’s eyes widen as Stone shoved his fat cock inside of her. His brother groaned in ecstasy, taking a moment to simply savor the way her body welcomed his.
Ash rounded the bed, pissed Stone hadn’t removed her sweater dress before tying her up. He opened the nightstand and found a set of safety scissors. “We don’t need this anymore.”
“What are you doing?” she gasped, when he cut into the wool and then tore the shirt open, exposing her breasts.
“Opening my present.” He pinched her nipples. “Remember how much fun we had yesterday? Bet your still sore.” He bent to suck the tip of each one, leaving it hard, wet, and a deep shade of pink. “Doesn’t she have the nicest tits you’ve ever seen, Stone?”
His brother grunted and rocked into her hard. The pully system left her dangling at his disposal. “I’d love to see them clipped.”
“Great idea.” Ash rummaged through the drawer until he found a set of clamps. Ripping open the package he held them up for Marigold to see. “What do you think, printsessa?”
Her eyes went wide. “What do you think you’re doing with them?”
“You know exactly what I’m doing.” He climbed onto the bed just as Stone smacked a heavy hand on her ass that made her cry out.
“She’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her.” He spanked her again.
Ash focused on his task, getting her nipples nice and wet as he teased the first gold clamp over the turgid tip. When he cinched the lock into place, she gasped and scowled.
“You’ll adjust.” He aligned the next one and had it locked into place in no time. “How’s that?” he gave her tits a little swat.
“Tight,” she said through clenched teeth.
“Good. That’s how it should be.” He threw his leg over her and crawled forward, not stopping until his knees slid beneath her sprawled arms. “Take this.” He pressed a red ball in her hand. “Hold onto it tightly. If anything we’re doing feels like too much, you drop the ball. Understand?”
She looked at the ball in her fist and back to him with wide eyes. “What are you going to do?”
He shoved his pants low on his hips, and rose over her, gripping the headboard. “I’m going to fuck that sexy mouth of yours until I come down your throat. Open up, printsessa.”
