Page 192 of Piece Us Together

My tongue is too heavy in my mouth, my skin already erupting in goosebumps. I can’t answer him. He doesn’t mind. He’s ignoring me anyway, already testing the scissors and rope before settling between my legs and pushing at them to spread wider.

“Nolan, straddle our boy and give him some kisses. Get him nice and worked up.”

“I want to watch,” I argue, having to lift my head to look at Hunter since Nolan is already climbing onto me.

Hunter laughs, but it’s not amused. It’s low and dark and has me immediately sinking back into the mattress. “Do you really want to be a brat for the first time on the same night you practically begged me to push you hard and make you beg?”

“I—no. No, I can be good.”

“I suppose we’ll see, won’t we?”

I don’t have time to answer, Nolan’s mouth coming down to cover mine. I’m just parting my lips to accept his probing tongue when I feel the rope against my skin for the first time.

It’s softer than I expected, even as it starts to wind around me, pressing into my skin. I shudder when I feel him yank the first knot tight. It feels like the leg he’s working on is disconnected from me, like pieces of my body are starting to float away. Kissing Nolan starts to become difficult, my mouth slow and clumsy.

Things go surprisingly hazy, even after he leaves my mouth to trail his lips and tongue and teeth down my throat and across my chest. It takes me a few seconds to even realize I can see Hunter now. I can see the ropes.

The ties are simple, wrapped like cuffs on each ankle, then looped around the middle of each thigh. They’re a lot like Nolan’s, the first time we tied him up, but thicker and less intricate. I feel like there’s probably a reason for that. My head is too fuzzy to really care enough to figure it out.

Hunter catches me looking at him, a smile pulling at his lips. “Leave him be now, darling. Come here. Let him drift.”

I try to tell him I’m not drifting, but the words don’t want to work. I just let my head tilt a little, temple resting on my shoulder, and smile lazily at the two of them.

There’s a cuff around my wrist now. I don’t remember when it got there. Before I can try to ask, it’s connected to the rope wrapped around the corresponding thigh.

I get the urge to feel the rope. To touch. To tug. I start to lift my free hand, but then there are fingers slotting between mine, holding it down. I look over and blink a few times before realizing that Nolan is there. I smile at him. He laughs softly.So pretty.

He says, “Thanks, babe,” but I have no idea what he’s thanking me for.

“You have to keep that arm down. It’s hurt, remember?” Hunter reminds me.

I blink a few more times. He’s right. That one is hurt. It’s still wrapped up from the bath, plastic wrap reflecting the low lights of the room.

The reminder is a nudge toward reality, my mind speeding up as it shakes off the sluggish fog that had settled over it. I release a shaky breath and turn to find Hunter between my legs, his hands settled on my calves, his thumbs stroking soothing circles.

“That’s nice,” I tell him.

He smiles and nods. “Good. How are you feeling?”

“Weird. Fluffy.” I lick my very dry lips, my cock jerking as it seems to come back online. I remember the right word, then. “Green.”

“Good.” His smile turns wicked. I shiver, the danger of it somehow grounding me while also sending my arousal spiking. I’m suddenly aware of every inch of the world around me. I can hear my panting breaths and feel the rope digging into my skin and see that Hunter has removed his pants. It all has my skin buzzing with anticipation. My cock is rock hard, bobbing helplessly in the air, a single drop of hot precum making its way down the shaft. “One more thing.”

I open my mouth, ready to ask what.

I don’t have to.

I see it for myself when he takes my cock in his hands and starts to maneuver a black cock ring over my cock and balls. It’s the kind that can be tightened once it’s in place. He tightens it. He fucking—oh, god,- he tightens it until it’s squeezing, just shy of too painful to be considered pleasurable. I pant my way through the sensation, feeling a little dizzy.

“Color?” he asks, his hand still on the band in case it needs to be loosened or removed.

I have just enough time to think that I’m going to regret this before admitting, “Green.”

“Good.” He looks down at my cock and spits—fuckingspits—on it. He rolls the spit around with his thumb, spreading it over my cockhead until my thighs are shaking. Then he releases it like he’s gotten bored and pats my hip patronizingly. “That’ll help keep you from coming before you’re allowed.”

He’s right, too. I’m the fucking idiot who already told him on my packet that I can’t come with these on. Not when they’re tight.

“Nolan, darling, come here.”

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