Page 68 of Brandishing Beginnings

They’d done something their voices—distorted them somehow—I couldn’t make out which one of my guys was holding me. My heart pounded in my chest, this was so hot, so unlike anything I’d ever done before. My body was achy with need; my breasts heavy and nipples hard. Every breath made my chest heave.

I took a step forward, trying to get away, and was roughly pulled back. The arm around my waist tightened into a steel band and the hand around my neck clamped down, cutting off my air supply.

Immediately, I stopped moving, freezing in place.

He let out a low, deep chuckle, his breath hot against my ear. “That’s right, little lamb. I’m in charge here.” He slowly released my neck, just enough for me to gasp in a breath before his grip constricted again. “I control you; your movements.” He let go of with both hands long enough to grab my arms and pull them behind my back, wrapping one hand around my wrists, before his other hand gripped my throat again. “Your breathing.” His hand squeezed my neck. “Your body.” He kicked my feet apart, stabilizing me, causing me to fall back against his chest, relying on him for support. “Your mind.”

A soft blind fold fell over my eyes, making me jump. Someone else was there. I never heard them walk up. But with both of mycaptors’ hands on me, there was no other explanation. “You’re ours, little lamb.”

My heart was racing a mile a minute, my chest heaved as I sucked in gasping breaths through my constricted throat. Shivers raced across my skin, pebbling it, in the cool night air. I was so fucked, and for the first time all evening, I wondered if I bit off more than I could chew. I was in over my head, but found I was loving every minute of it.

“Little lamb,” the voice crooned behind me. “Once again you were not aware of your surroundings. You walked right into our trap.”

Low, deep laughter seemed to come from all around me. My eyes were wide as I tried to look around the dark for the other two men. I found nothing. “Please,” I murmured, not even sure what I was asking for.

Another low chuckle of hot breath in my ear. “Oh, little lamb, you beg so prettily.”

I whimpered. The deep voice and hot breath lit my body on fire, sending tingles of arousal straight for my core. “I need—”

“You need to stop speaking,” the man said, squeezing my throat again, tilting my head back so I rested against his shoulder.

My mouth fell open in a silent moan.

My booty shorts were pulled gently down my legs, softly skating over smooth skin. The hand around my throat loosened and Ibarely hissed in a breath before a hot wet tongue parted my folds and lapped at my cunt.

Then hands were moving everywhere over my body, caressing my legs, my arms, my belly and breasts. I was gasping for breath and so fucking turned on. I needed more, needed to be fucked, to be owned, to be fucking worshipped.

Abruptly, the hands roaming my body retreated and I was left panting, still leaning back against the man behind me, before scratchy ropes brushed over my skin. I gasped, as the rope was looped around my ankles. My arms were pulled over my head and my crop top was lifted off my body, before my arms were positioned in front of me, just below my naked breasts.

Ropes wrapped around my arms and torso; knots being formed every so often as a harness was created around my body. My legs were likewise encased in rope and knots, another harness that would leave each leg free to move on its own and still be encased in rope.

I let out a breathy whimper at the thought of how hot I must look in that moment.

“Oh, little lamb, you are absolutely dripping right now.” The deep voice crooned in my ear. Smooth leather gloves parted my folds, barely brushing my clit and making me cry out. “Taste yourself.” A moment later, smooth leather was penetrating my mouth, and I could taste my own arousal mixed with the warn leather.

I moaned and sucked on the fingers in my mouth, needing more of my own juices from the leather, needing more of everything.

Ropes were being fed through the harness wrapped around my body, and I gasped as the fingers abruptly left my mouth and I was lifted off the ground. A chill ran over me as I was pulled away from the body heat of the man who had been behind me. Suddenly suspended, my body rotated in the cool night air, naked and on display.

“God damn,” Nico groaned from somewhere in front of me, his voice apparent.

“So fucking hot.” Jason’s deep crooning voice sent chills down my spine. His voice always having an effect on me—even more so now.

“Beautiful,” Marcos murmured, his voice low, barely there.

And I felt it, beautiful. Never before in my life had I ever felt as beautiful as I did in that moment, with my men around me and strung up like an animal. I was theirs to do with what they wanted. I was completely at their mercy, and I never wanted anything more in my life.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“There she goes, begging so prettily,” Jason murmured.

“How you feeling, Little Dreamer?” Nico’s voice was soft and gentle, coming from right in front of me.

“So good,” I answered, my voice coming out in a soft moan. “So green,” I added, knowing exactly what he was looking for. It wasone of those things we had spoken about on our walks around the forest. How to answer in a scene, when asked how I was doing.

“Good, little lamb,” Nico groaned, before his mouth descended on mine in a bruising kiss, forcing my lips open immediately. His tongue swiped through my mouth, opening mine further, owning me as he sucked my tongue into his mouth.

I moaned loudly, barely able to breathe as he owned me with his kiss.

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