Page 89 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

It’s the same for me too.

I’m still mesmerized by the lean muscle that defines Georgiou’s perfect torso and the inky black tattoos enhancing his perfection.

I’m still swept off my feet and left breathless when I stare at the rigid peaks and valleys lining Henry’s abs and his long, athletic legs.

I’m still left dizzy with delight when I’m around them, and it doesn’t matter what we’re doing. It could be eating breakfast or when they’re both inside me.

This is just one more thing we’re adding to us.

I climb onto the bed, feeling the cool silk sheets beneath my skin.

Georgiou comes over first and picks up the chains on the nightstand. I look at his perfect cock, fully erect and ready to fuck me.

Like always, he catches me looking—because I’m so obvious—and he gives me a wicked smirk.

“Lie back,” he tells me in a voice as smooth and cool as the sheets.

I lower myself onto the stack of pillows behind me.

“I’m going to chain you to the bed. Red yet, Duchess?”

“No.”

He takes my right hand first and chains my wrist to the bed. My left is next. My feet follow, and I note that my movements are now completely restricted.

I immediately see where the element of trust comes in. It’s here because I can’t move, and I’m completely at their mercy.

If I didn’t trust them, there’s no way I would do this.

Cordelia told me she did this with one guy the first night they met, and she trusted him because he was an actual Dom who knew what he was doing.

I couldn’t do it.

“Red yet, Duchess,” Georgiou asks again.

“No, I’m fine.”

“Great, well, everything from here onward will be completely sensory. You’ll hear, smell, feel, and taste.”

“But we’re going to take away your sight,” Henry states, stepping up with a silky black blindfold.

I stare at him, and he smiles.

“Red yet, Duchess?”

“No, I’m a little excited.”

They both exchange glances and smile.

“Our aim is to pleasure you.”

“That sounds good.”

Henry places the blindfold on me, and the scent of him fills me with delight. With the loss of my sight, my sense of smell seems to be the first thing to kick in.

“From now on, you will refer to us as Sir, and you must not come until we tell you you can,” Georgiou says.

He’s right beside me.

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