Page 35 of Huge Games

"Some silk ties...you know...so my wrists don't get bruised."

"Celine's like a boy scout for bondage," Elias laughs.

Dornan, still standing at the end of the bed, makes a strangled noise. "You guys are seriously going to get kinky?"

"Yeah." Celine's smile is wide and bright. "Why the fuck not? We're all here to enjoy ourselves. Might as well go all out."

I guess the idea must appeal to Dornan because his cock is rock-hard again.

I look away, the male nakedness thing still not sitting comfortably with me.

Celine asks Dornan to fetch her purse, which he does. She pulls out the silk ties and hands them to me. Elias gets off the bed so that Celine can move to the center.

The bed frame is old-fashioned and made of an orangy wood. There are struts for me to tie her hands to, but no footboard. I guess I'll need to improvise there. Without saying another word, I take Celine's arm and fasten the silk around her wrist, leaving enough space for her to be comfortable. She gasps softly when I lash the other end around the headboard and secure it tightly. The second hand is easier, and when she's fixed in place, I have to inhale a long breath and push it out in a rush to steady myself. Fuck, she looks good restrained for my pleasure. She brings her legs together like she's daring me to tie them, too.

"I'm going to need your help," I say to Dornan and Elias. Fastening ties around each of Celine's ankles, I feel the tremble in her legs. When I yank them open, handing the end of the left tie to Elias and the right to Dornan, Celine moans loudly.

"Hold her tightly, okay?"

"You all right, Celine?" Dornan asks.

"Yeah," she breathes. "Fuck yeah."

"I think she likes it." The smile in Elias’s voice isn't mocking. He's happy that Celine is enjoying herself.

"Let's see how much she likes it."

I climb over her, taking in the stretched sinews beneath her arms and the way her breasts are pulled taut. I touch her top lip with my thumb, staring deep into her wide eyes. "How does it feel to be tied to this bed and held open by two men?"

Her tongue darts out to lick my skin. "Good."

My mind feels as blank as a clean white page, the realization of my fantasy almost too much. I run my fingers down the underside of her arm from her delicate wrist until the tips brush her tight little nipple. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps, and her whole body is racked by a shudder. When I circle the tight little peak with my finger, she moans, and when I tweak it with just enough strength to hurt a little, she cries out, arching her back. I repeat my actions on the other side, but instead of pinching, I pull her other nipple into my mouth and suck hard, finishing with a nip from my teeth.

"Yes," she gasps. "Oh fuck, yes."

I don't leave an inch of her skin untouched by my fingers or mouth. I explore each ridge and valley, the soft places that make her squirm and the unexplored places like each of her sweet ribs and the dip where her waist flares. I press them all with kisses.

When I'm close to her pussy, she tugs against her leg restraints, and Elias and Dornan hold firm, keeping her legs in a wide V, her pussy spread and open for me. When I run my fingers through the curls at the apex of her thighs, my mind goes back to the first night at Dalton's party, where her hair was red and vibrant. She's beautiful now, but I like her hair in its natural color.

Her pussy is pink and pretty, slick with her arousal. I lick the tip of my finger, stroking it over her clit, which is swollen and ready.

Celine curses, pulling again against the leg restraints. "Lick her," Elias says in an excited whisper. "Let's see how much you can make her struggle."

His words make the ache in my dick so much stronger. I can't take on board how having my secret fantasy validated is amplifying my arousal. This kink that I saw as a burden or something to be ashamed of is now out in the open and being enjoyed by three other people.

When I lower my face to the apex of Celine's thighs, I'm hit by her scent, and a crank turns in my head. My desire for her is fierce, but suddenly, it's wrapped up in a layer of craving and need for possession. The thought of Eddie ever having had his hands on her makes me want to punch things. The idea that someone else will get to be like this with her when we're done is a rush of cold water down my spine.

Celine's binds are pulled tighter, and her movement is restricted even further. She groans as I touch the tip of my tongue to the spot directly above her clit, trying to shift but finding it impossible. Dornan and Elias are doing well at holding her immobile. "Please," she begs. "Make me come."

I smile against her thigh, then use my tongue to explore her folds, pushing at her sweet entrance and grinning when she cries out.

"Tease her," Dornan says. "Don't give her what she wants."

That's exactly what I intend to do. Make her squirm and pull against her binds. Make her internalize the knowledge that she's mine to do anything I like with.

I lick her again, resting my finger just inside her entrance. She tries to shift to make the penetration deeper, but Elias and Travis don't let her. Her groans grow in frustration, and I take hold of my cock, squeezing it and giving it three hard pulls just to relieve some of the burning tension which is driving me to bury myself inside her.

Her pussy flutters against my finger, a hungry little hole, but I don't give her more. The hungrier she is, the more I want to make her wait.

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