Page 152 of The Masks and the Dancer (Their Obsession 2)

CHAPTER35

LEON

My hand grips around the handle of the knife as Christy lies back on the bed. She’s naked, her skin cast in a golden glow from the fire Konrad lit in the hearth, her hair fanned out over the bed, a fiery mane bright against the white cotton sheets. Jakub leans over her, strapping the leather cuff to her wrists and ankles and pulling on the chains, spreading her wide open.

“Ohh,” she exclaims, her skin covering in goosebumps, her nipples pebbling with anticipation. My gaze is immediately drawn to her ripe pussy, glistening like a peach, her excitement already creaming her ruby red core. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Shaped in a perfect oval, her labia is fleshy and pink, her clit a tiny nub just waiting to be rubbed and licked, her opening tight. I see it contract with arousal, her feet sliding along the sheets as she tests the strength of the restraints. My already hard cock strains against my trousers as my gaze tracks lower still to the stretch of skin between her opening and arse.

Fuck, what I wouldn’t do to take her virginal arse and make it stretch for me. Adjusting my dick, I approach the bed. My eyes lifting to meet Jakub’s. I don’t need to look at his dick tenting his trousers to know just how much he wants her, too.

It’s going to be a long, long night.

“The sash, Kon,” Jakub says, jerking his chin towards the armoire.

Konrad opens the doors and searches through the various lengths of silk until he finds the one he’s looking for. Striding over to the bed, he passes it to Jakub who leans over and ties it around Christy’s head, covering her eyes.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her voice breathy, filled with anticipation and a hint of fear.

In small doses fear can be an aphrodisiac, and tonight she’ll learn that we’re experts at walking the tightrope between fear that excites and fear that terrifies.

“Taking away one sense heightens the others,” Konrad explains as Jakub lowers his mouth over Christy’s nipple and gently scrapes his teeth against the tight bud.

“Jakub,” Christy cries, her heels pressing against the mattress as her back arches.

Jakub smiles, pleased that she’s turned on by him, by this, that her enjoyment is his pleasure. The change in him is remarkable.

“I’ve got you,” he whispers, and I watch as he runs his tongue over her chest, giving the same attention to her other nipple, before blowing cool air over her skin. Rapt, I stare at them both, marvelling at how her skin flushes pink and her pussy weeps for him, for us.

Stepping towards the bed, I place the knife on the mattress and undress, stripping naked. Jakub and Konrad following suit. This isn’t the first time we’ve shared a woman, but it is the first time we’ve shared a woman we love. Konrad wasn’t lying when he said we want to love her, we do, every last inch.

“Bring the peacock feather and the flogger,” I say, never once taking my eyes off of Christy.

“Flogger?” Christy asks, her voice quaking as she twists her head to the side, straining to hear. She tries to bring her arms and legs closer to her body but Jakub reaches up and pulls the chain forcing her legs and arms open once again and locking them in place. He trails his fingers gently from her wrist, down her arm and over her rib cage, reassuring her with his touch.

“The flogger isn’t just used to whip a person, Christy. Trust us,” Jakub says as I take the flogger from Konrad.

He places the peacock feather on the mattress, keeping hold of a vibrator he selected from the armoire. Shifting around, Konrad takes my place at the foot of the bed as I stand beside Jakub. Slowly I lower the flogger over her mound, allowing the long leather straps to settle between her parted legs, dragging the straps upwards and over her stomach, then back down between her parted pussy lips.

“Oh!” she exclaims.

“The feather, Jakub,” I instruct, loving the way her body reacts to the simplest stimulation.

He gives me a slow smile, his hand fisting his cock briefly before he climbs on the bed and reaches for the feather. Sitting on his heels, his scarred and bruised knees pressing against her rib cage, Jakub trails the peacock feather over her breasts whilst I drag the flogger up her pussy and over her stomach, repeating the action over and over again. She shudders beneath our touch, her mouth falling open as she moans.

“That’s it, concentrate on how this feels,” Konrad says, dropping to his knees as he whispers the words over her inner thighs, the tip of his tongue edging towards her sex. She gasps as he presses the cool metal tip of the vibrator against her clit, her hips bucking at the vibration.

“What’s that?” she asks breathily.

“A clit stimulator,” Konrad responds, his voice thick with arousal as he stares at her pussy.

Little pants release from her mouth as she rocks against the vibrator. She’s already relaxing in our presence and the difference in having her trust is plain for all of us to see. It’s a gift, one I will never take advantage of.

“This is just the beginning,” Jakub whispers as he leans over her and presses his mouth against hers, kissing her deeply.

“Touch is the first sense we’re going to explore,” I add, gently flicking the flogger over her stomach as Konrad slides his tongue into her opening, her stomach muscles flexing and contracting with our combined attention.

“Do you want more?” Konrad asks.

“Oh please, yes,” she whispers, straining against the restraints as we continue to assault her senses with touch. She starts to roll her hips, her body undulating in a wave as we each simultaneously stroke her with the vibrator, flogger and feather. When I trace the path the leather straps have taken over her stomach with my mouth, and Jakub lavishes her nipples with his tongue, her skin flushes and her lips blush a deep pink. I could watch her like this for years and years and never get bored. Except we have just days until the course of our future is decided.

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