Page 11 of Bound in Lace

Sam’s mouth and fingers were relentless; his tongue never left her, and he kept changing rhythm and how many fingers he pumped into her. Dean was tugging on the clamps, the zaps from those pulls sending a current directly to her core and making Kimberly cry out in staccato little whimpers with each pulse. Sam pressed his tongue hard on her swollen clit and then slipped a finger into her back hole.

Kimberly screamed as she came. Dean squeezed her breasts and prolonged the climax while Sam did the same by fucking his fingers into her faster and harder, and Kimberly yelled as she flailed and was helpless to do anything but feel as one orgasm after another ravaged her system, sending her soaring.

Kimberly was still orgasming when they slid into her. The men switched positions and Sam pumped his cock into her open, gasping mouth while Dean slipped between her thighs. The thick stretch of her over-sensitized pussy reignited her climax and sent shockwaves throughout her entire body that left her legs jerking while she gurgled around the cock in her throat.

Sam growled and cupped her jaw. Apparently, he loved the vibrations. His hot hand ran down her neck and over her heaving chest to her still-trapped and aching breasts. Meanwhile, Dean pulled out, slowly, so fucking slowly she felt every delicious inch of him. Every nerve ending in her body was alive in a way it never had been before. Kimberly could swear she felt the very air caress her skin, and the friction of the slow glide of Dean’s cock in and out of her dripping core sent her into orbit. She wanted to wrap her legs around Dean and cradle him in her thighs and wrap her arms around Sam’s hips and hold him as she sucked on his cock, but they had her bound and all she could do was receive what they gave her. It was sublime torture.

The angle of Kimberly’s head made it so Sam could slide all the way down her throat without choking her. The fat, smooth head of his cock slid along the roof of her mouth and all the way back until her air was cut off. He would hold there just long enough to have alarms going off before sliding back up. She worked her tongue along the underside of his shaft as he did and gloried in his moans.

The intensity built to an insane level and Kimberly felt herself fragment. The sex was too good. The fire raged too hot—an explosion was coming. She wasn’t the only one who felt it, either. Sam’s cock turned to iron on her tongue and Dean’s rhythm faltered. He began slamming into her, his thrusts hard and fast, and Kimberly cried out her ecstasy as the crescendo built to unbearable heights. All the while her men pounded out a furious tempo of lust on her body.

When Sam pulled his cock out of her mouth, he also pulled the clamps off her nipples. All the blood rushed back into the tips, and she screamed out her orgasm as the rush of unexpected pleasure shot her into the stratosphere. It was only intensified by the hot splash of his come on her swollen, encased breasts. Dean’s shouts echoed in time as he yanked her into his heaving body, and she took as much pleasure in his climax as he did. She felt it almost as deeply as she did her own, felt each pump from his shaft as if it were one of her own aftershocks of release as he heaved and shouted his climax.

In the aftermath, as the three of them hung suspended from the restraints like skydivers who’d missed their landing, Kimberly felt tears sting her eyes. Love swamped her. Love for two men, and fuck society and their standards. She was never giving either of these two up.

Michiko had hadplenty of time to recover now but was still playing the meek and wounded victim. The esteemed Rachel Bradshaw was lapping it up.

When Michiko’d first been approached about this case, she’d been skeptical. Cas was from another district, and she didn’t know anything about him or the types of cases he worked. She wasn’t an undercover agent either.

But after he’d explained the details, how could she have refused? It had sounded like the chance of a lifetime. Not only would she save three women, not only was it a case that could make her career if she helped break it, but come on…undercover in a sex club? It sounded like something right out of a Bond movie.

Now that she was here, it was even better than she had hoped. Michiko told herself to remain calm and focused. This woman might look like a trailer trash barfly, but if all their intel was right, she was responsible for weaseling into the minds of at least two women and convincing them to give themselves over to their own kidnapping.

“No, Master Khan,” Rachel told a short, balding Dom. “The little kitten isn’t up for another scene tonight. You’ll have to find yourself another sub for the evening.”

The middle-aged man didn’t look happy but walked away after a minute.

“Thank you,” Michiko said timidly, surprised she didn’t choke on the meek sound.

“Don’t worry about it, honey. We subs gotta stick together.” Rachel patted her hand then left her bony fingers on Michiko’s thigh. It was a breach not just in society, but in the club rules to touch without permission.

Don’t waste any time, do you?

Michiko was thrilled. Did the stupid bitch have the others, or was she only the funnel? It took an extreme amount of willpower to stay in character, to continue to play vulnerable and weak in front of what was clearly a scavenger.

If she could keep this jackal’s focus solely on her until the case was closed, then not only would they find the women already missing, they would also keep others from joining their ranks. As Rachel eyed her like she was her next meal, Michiko realized the danger that came with being bait was real. This fucking bitch was feral.

“Can I ask you a personal question, dear?” Rachel asked in a syrupy tone that set her teeth on edge.

“Sure,” Michiko said hesitantly.

“You obviously enjoyed your scene,” she began, indicating the area where she’d been whipped earlier, “and you came to a sex club to have it done. Yet after the whipping? When your Dom approached you, what happened? Was it him you objected to, or is it sex in general? I’m just curious. You’re under no obligation to share or anything. It’s just I’m a therapist, and the human psyche is fascinating to me. Especially the sexual nature and what drives it. That’s my specialty.”

Now we’re talking.

“Well…” Michiko hedged. “That’s kinda personal, but we are in a sex club, I guess. Umm, I don’t know. I umm, don’t really need sex to get off. The um, the pain does it for me. The sex, it just feels like, I don’t know”—Michiko searched for some bullshit that wouldn’t sound like bullshit—“like an obligation, I guess. It’s not that I mind sex so much. It’s all right, I guess. It’s just not my favorite part and if I can get away with not having to do it, then why not?”

There. That should do it, Michiko thought and peeked through her lashes at the fidgety woman at her side.

“Do you smoke?” Rachel surprised her by asking. “I smoke and could really use a cigarette right now. You wanna go have a smoke with me?”

Without waiting for an answer, as if she’d just suggested they go play with puppies, Rachel hopped up from the couch and pulled Michiko to her feet. She was dragging her out by the arm with a vise-like grip that Michiko could’ve broken free of with ease if she’d wanted, but she knew most women would have difficulty extricating themselves from a clutch like that.

This can’t have been how it was before,she thought. This wasn’t a cool, collected mastermind weeding out the vulnerable and the weak. This was a woman on the edge.

Michiko followed her meekly outside and did some fast thinking as she did.

Rachel took the first drag of her smoke like she was taking the first breath of air after coming up from the ocean.

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