Page 243 of The Sidekick

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Asher has the best ideas. Hands down.

We started getting ready immediately and still barely make it in time for Trevor and Max to walk through the door.

“Yo, dinner!” Max calls out. “Let’s celebrate!”

I can barely hear him through the closed door. Asher locked it so he wouldn’t burst in and ruin the surprise. I’m so relaxed I don’t startle at his loud voice.

“Alright, angel,” Asher says softly in the raspy tone he got halfway through getting me ready. I’m so lucky he loves this because I don’t think I’ve ever felt so comfortable in my own skin. He adjusts the support from the back of my neck down to just below my shoulder blades, changing the angle.

“Just stay relaxed and I’ll be back. Don’t worry about a thing.”

His lips press against mine gently and I sigh in response.

The door clicks shut softly and I lose track of their talking as Max starts whining about not going out to celebrate. My lips kick up in response. If he knew what was waiting in here for him he would keep his mouth shut.

I hang from the silky straps anchored in the ceiling, weightless, in bridge pose. One leg extended up in a tangle of soft fabric leaving the other to dangle down with my toes pointed to the floor. I don’t have to do anything to hold the position. My arms are tethered to my ankle to keep me steady.

Asher had me strip so he could start tying me immediately. We’ve played a little with the ropes. He thought he’d have to break me in gently with it but it feels so freeing to be tied up. I don’t think he understands how stabilizing I find it. There’s no room for stress when you’re bound tight and in the hands of someone that you trust.

He wrapped the breast harness first, the pressure of the tight bindings plumping my breasts. He added a third cord directly over my nipples. They rub with every movement in a way that gives constant stimulation instead of confining me. Then he did a tie I’m already in love with. An unchastity belt.

The ropes ride over my waist and come together like a thong. A knot is directly over my clit and it’s been slowly getting wetter the longer this has gone on. The two strands will part for easy access after the knot. It’s been a constant tease riding between my cheeks for an hour now.

After that it was positioning me where I would be the most comfortable and tying me in place with my hands close to my dangling ankle. With the aerial strap under my shoulders, my head has dropped back as I float in darkness.

The blindfold is for me specifically. Adding into the feeling of floating. I won’t know who is touching me when or where they will touch next.

I started out nervous and excited. Now I’m relaxed back, feeling like a goddess waiting to be served.

The door opens and I hear Max breathe out in awe. “Holy shit.”

There’s a sharp intake of breath that I know is Trevor.

Fingertips drift gently over my cheek and I turn my head.

“Color, angel.”

“Green,” I sigh and relax back again.

A hand runs across the tie over my nipples making my back arch so I can get more of the touch. I don’t have enough room to move with how I’m bound but I try.

Someone plays with the knot over my clit and I moan softly.

“It’s soaked,” Trevor says in his dark, pleased tone.

Fingers slide past the wet ropes guarding my lower lips to press inside.

“Fuck,” Max whispers. “That’s going to be tight as hell.”

A firm hand grips my jaw, turning my face to meet a hungry kiss. The intensity of it lets me know it’s Trevor as his tongue duels with mine. He nips my lower lip and licks across the sting.

“I like celebrating at home,” Max chuckles.

After that I’m lost to sensation instead of words.

Hot hands run over the skin that’s left bare. Nimble fingers pluck at ropes, squeezing my breasts higher. The binding over my nipples gets moved for lips and teeth to take its place. A hand grips my throat, holding me steady, and another runs up my inner thigh to grip my extended knee.

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