Page 37 of Room Twenty-Three: Tangled & Teased

She emits a small gasp.

Atty and I smirk at each other, knowing she is getting to Jove too. Maybe this will be for more than one night.

We step forward at the same time to touch her, our gentle fingers help her relax. Soon she’ll be ready for the ropes, but we won’t tie her until she feels in control—she won’t be, but we won’t start until she gives us the sign.

“I’m ready.” She looks at Jove and then at me and Atty. She swallows, her chest heaving before she says, “I might end up begging for more. If I do, it’s because I want it.”

My hand slides to the curve of her ass, my fingers playing with the hem. “Are you sure?” I ask one more time, hooking my fingers over the edge.

“More than ever.”

The moment the words leave her lips, Jove and I gently pull her panties down her legs, stroking over her curves as Atty kisses her shoulder before he whispers in her ear, “You have a beautiful body.”

“I do?” she murmurs softly. She isn’t confirming, she is asking. “Do I get to see your bodies? It’s not fair if only I’m naked.”

Atty growls in her ear, “Anything for you.”

I chuckle as I stand in front of her to the left of Jove as Atty stands to his right. The three of us undress. Atty shows off his muscular torso, the man is man mountain of hard bulk, while my physique is like Jove’s, we’re both trim, with leaner muscular bodies. Although, I’m bare chested where Jove has a smattering of hair across his pecs.

Erin’s tits rise and fall as she takes us in.

“I think your bra needs to come off,” I say, wanting to see her tits in their full glory.

“Okay,” she pants.

Atty steps forward. His hands stroke down her arms and up to her shoulders, before he lifts her hair across one shoulder and removes her bra. Her eyes widen as Atty lowers his head and licks her rose-colored nipple. She moans, and her reservations disappear when she touches his head.

He joins us again as we stand in front of her. The three of us stare at her gorgeous full breasts and perfect body.

Jove turns away and doubles up the rope, holding it in the center before he stands in front of Erin and reaches around her head. He places the rope at the back of her neck, bringing each length forward until it lays in the center of her body. He looks at me and says, “Hold up her hair.”

I lift her hair so it doesn’t get tangled in the rope as Jove makes a single flat knot and secures it between her tits.

“Does that feel comfortable?” Jove asks.

Erin is panting from the touches he gives her. I notice each flick of his fingertip, each sensual, gentle touch causes Erin’s chest to heave.

Jove makes more convoluted knots, one at the space between her belly button and the knot he already secured. Then he wraps the rope around her waist twice, each time securing with a knot.

His breathing is heavy; he now needs to wrap the rope between her legs.

He ignores that for now, leaving the rope to drop from his hands before he turns to the table and grabs more fiber, and he secures her arms with the silky rope. By the time he finishes, she has a pattern of delicate plaits around her arms.

She looks like a work of art.

My hands trail down the curve of her body until I reach her thighs and tie her in the same way as Jove. Atty works quickly at her ankles, plaiting the rope and testing the strength multiple times. After securing the ends of each of her binds, Jove stands back and admires Erin. Erin looks down at her body. Seeing the beautiful pastel colors that bind her limbs and body, and she smiles.

“We’re not finished yet,” Jove says. “Can we continue? It’s going to get intimate. Or do we leave you as you are and tie you to the bed?”

Erin glances at the enormous bed and to the ring above. “I want to dance in the air.”

“Then you need more binds,” Jove says and smiles. He glances between her thighs. “Spread your legs.”

Erin inhales deeply but moves her legs apart. We stand for a moment and take her in. Her shoulders are back, her tits out, and she no longer looks shy. She looks proud and gorgeous.

She looks like she is ours.

Being older men, we’ve dated women of different temperaments, personalities and body types and now the three of us know exactly what turns us on... what we want.

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