Page 12 of Room Seventeen

Garrett chuckles and slides the back of his hand over her collarbone, and then over her breast. Her nipples pebble up into tight little beads instantly, which he pays attention to by sucking them gently into his mouth.

She sighs and slides her fingers into his short hair, holding his head to her breast. I slide my hand down and grip her hip, pulling her ass against me. Instinctively, she wiggles, taking me from zero to half hard in less than a second.

I lift and separate her legs, sliding my cock into the warm junction between her thighs. I push my hips forward, and although Darian cleaned her up—a bit of aftercare we’re very cognizant of—she’s still damp, allowing me to slide between her slick folds. The feel of her wet heat against me and I’m instantly hard again.

She brings her arm back and wraps her fingers in my hair, tilting her face toward me. “Again? So soon?”

I kiss her and smile against her mouth. “I only get you for one night, so I’m going to take you in every way possible, as often as possible, until the sun comes up.”

Garrett growls from between her breasts. “You’re going to be very sore by the time we’re done with you, baby.”

“You didn’t think we were at one and done kind of guys, did you?” I raise an eyebrow and smile.

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “No, nothing about you told me you’d be one and done in any way whatsoever. But I thought guys needed a lot of recovery time.”

“Some guys do, but you were smart enough to pick us—and we happen to have strong sex drives.” I kiss the tip of her nose.

“Insatiable, really.” Garrett murmurs against her soft skin.

I chuckle. “Great stamina, too.”

Darian walks in from the front room with a glass of water in one hand and a small pink vibrator in his other. “Drink this, Ivy.”

She sits up slightly, taking the glass from his fingers. “Thank you, Sir.”

I flex my fingers against her hip, digging my fingertips in with that one word, letting her know how much I like it.

Smiling, she lifts the glass to her lips and takes a healthy drink. Then she offers it to me. I take a drink and pass it to Garrett, who is now sitting up on his side, his head propped up in his hand. He continues to touch and tease our girl with his other hand, drawing lazy circles around her breast, keeping her nipples puckered into tight little buds.

Darian holds up the little clit vibrator, his eyebrow raised, a wry tilt to his lips. “Of all the toys and tools available in the next room, which of them did you bring versus which ones were already here?”

“About half?” A blush hits her cheeks, and I find it adorable. After everything we’ve done in the last couple of hours, the fact that she could still be bashful is arousing.

“Have you used any of them yourself?” Garrett asks, his lips spreading into a wicked smile when she looks at him with wide eyes.

“A couple of them are mine from home, so yes.”

Darian turns on the pink one in his hand. It vibrates hard, the sound undeniable, the setting very high. “Is this one your favorite?”

She bites her lips and tries to suppress her grin. “Sometimes, Sir.”

He offers her his hand. I slide out from between her legs and roll onto my back. She takes his hand, and he lifts her to her feet. “Alright, lazy ass. We only have so many hours left in the night and a lot more exploring to do.”

Darian exchanges a knowing glance with me and continues. “I want you to go into the next room and pick two toys and one tool.”

“Sir?” she squeaks when he lands his large hand on her pert ass cheek with a solid smack.

“Did I stutter?”

“Two toys, sweetheart. One vibrator and one other toy. And then one piece of equipment like the cross or the bench.” I reiterate. Someone well stocked this room with many of the toys found on the dungeon floor below. A St Andrew’s Cross lies in the corner, and a padded bench sits against the back wall. I’m sure there are cuffs, paddles, and floggers on the table near the back, but I didn’t take the time to inspect them. I’d be willing to bet good money Darian just did, and his imagination is running full speed ahead, especially with questions as to what Carli brought from home versus what she brought in to sate her curiosity.

No matter how comfortable we make her, I doubt she’ll tell us the truth about her curiosities. At least, not tonight, and right now, tomorrow isn’t promised to us.

8

Darian

Ilead Ivy into the living room and over to a table with paddles, riding crops, and floggers. There are also cuffs, rope, and clamps. I can’t imagine her being ballsy enough to hand me a flogger, but she might have some interest in a paddle, considering her response every time I’ve smacked her ass. She likes it—a lot—and I couldn’t be more pleased.

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