Page 36 of Embracing the Consequences

A shiver ran down her spine, but she didn’t respond.

A moment later she felt the smooth texture of the silk Shibari rope slide over her biceps before a length of it was looped around her wrists. She held perfectly still while Derrick expertly wove the rope around her wrists and wrapped it up her forearms until he was pulling her arms up, above her head.

She let out a soft gasp as he pulled the rope taut and attached it to something on the ceiling. Did he have anchor hooks there? She hadn’t noticed any before, but she couldn’t remember the last time she paid any attention to the ceiling.

He pulled the rope so that she was forced to stay up on her knees, her back straight, while she tried not to put too much pressure on her shoulders. She shifted on her knees at the end of the bed, wondering just how in the hell she was going survive this one.

Something cold and wet touched her nipple, yanking her from her thoughts. She cried out and tried to jerk away, but whoever it was held the ice cube against her pebbled bud as another one was pressed to her other nipple.

She panted as she threw her head backward only for it to make contact with a rock-hard body. “Don’t move,” Kevin muttered in her ear. Where had Derrick gone?

Hands grabbed her hips and lifted her up while someone slid under her. She was lowered back down, now straddling thick thighs. Derrick’s bushy beard brushed her nipple before he sucked it into his hot mouth. His hands slid from her hips up her back, sending shivers down her spine as the callouses skimmed over her soft skin. She moaned as Derrick pulled her body against his, and she shifted on the bed, making the rope around her wrists and arms pull tighter.

Derrick bit down on her sensitive nipple, and she gasped and tried to jerk away from him. He held her tighter as he lapped away the pain with his tongue.

Behind her, Kevin grabbed ahold of her ass cheeks and pulled them apart. She heard rustling in the corner of the room and the jingle of a chain, but the hands and mouth on her body took most of her focus.

Kevin leaned into her, pushing her further against Derrick, and sucked a bruising kiss into the side of her neck—that sweet spot they always homed in on.

She whimpered as softly as she could as the sensations drove her closer toward orgasm.

Kevin’s fingers massaged her ass cheeks, pulling and kneading them like dough as he continued to suck a hickey into her neck.

She heard the jangle of a chain again—closer this time. She tensed as a calloused hand—Johnny’s—wrapped around her ankle before she felt the cool metal of a bar being rested across the backs of both calves. Kevin’s hands left her ass as he stepped back to allow Johnny room to fasten her ankles to the spreader bar.

Derrick moved to her other nipple, and Kara couldn’t help but let out a low groan. The spreader bar held her knees far enough apart that she was forced by the rope to put more of her weight on her shoulders; she was mostly dangling from the rope now.

The bar was lifted, making her bend her knees until her ankles were touching the outsides of her thighs. Derrick pulled off her nipple with an audible pop before she felt another length of silk rope. Ever the rope master, Derrick wound a length around her thigh and calf, tying them together so she couldn’t straighten her leg at all, before moving to her other leg. When he was finished, she was completely spread open and at the mercy of their advances.

The metal spreader bar hit the tops of her thighs below the curve of her ass, the cool metal quickly warming against her skin. Her nerves spiked, and she tilted her head back as if she’d be able to see the ceiling through the damn blindfold. They’d spoken about suspension play before…late at night, after they’d fucked, they had gone over things they’d be open to trying. Kara just never imagined it would be anything like this.

Someone grabbed the bar, pulling her away from Derrick so he could stand up. He brushed against her as he walked by, tweaking a nipple between his fingers as he passed. When they let go of the bar, she swung forward like a trapeze artist in a circus. Her weight was fully hanging from the ceiling, her knees barely brushing the mattress and slowing her swing just a little.

“Breathe.” Kevin stepped in behind her, his breath hot on her ear as he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her against him. He took the weight off her shoulders just enough so she could relax in his arms. “You’re doing amazing.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and then gently let her go.

She took a calming breath and forced herself to relax.You can do this.

Kara didn’t have to wait long before her guys were touching her again. She almost yelped at the cool, wet sensation of another ice cube—on her clit this time. She bit her lip to stifle her cry of surprise.

“Good girl,” Derrick murmured from her left.

Heat rose and a blush spread on her chest and cheeks as his praise hit her harder than usual.

Derrick chuckled darkly. “Still our little praise skank.”

“Goddamn, little slut.” Johnny groaned. “You look fucking amazing.”

She heard the click of a camera shutter and smiled. This may be her punishment, but she knew she looked damn good.

“I can’t wait until this belly starts to grow,” Kevin murmured as he rubbed his hands across her belly.

Derrick was still holding the ice cube to her clit, and she had to bite her lip again as he started circling the swollen nub, rubbing it gently until the ice melted completely.

“What do you say boys? Should we edge her tonight? Make her beg to come until she doesn’t know her name anymore?” Kevin’s hands slid up her belly and cupped her tender breasts harshly.

Kara whimpered quietly—remembering her order to stay quiet—as dark chuckles filled the room.

Kevin squeezed and kneaded her breasts, massaging them roughly. He pinched her nipples every so often, making her gasp.

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