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Clenching my jaw, I lie back. Archer places a blindfold over my eyes and wraps it around not my head but the bed, keeping me in place. I start to panic even more when he straps my wrists to the bed and moves them out to the sides like I’m on a cross.
“Please,” I mumble.
“Shh, precious girl. We aren’t going to hurt you.”
I fall under his spell as Owen straps my legs into the stirrups, locking them into place so I’m open and exposed to them.
“Bailey.”
“What?”
“A man is going to come in and sit in the corner to watch this. He won't lay a finger on you, but know he will be there, okay.”
“What? No!” I say, trying to shake my head, but the restraint around my face is keeping me in place. “Archer, please.”
“Bailey,” Owen whispers. “I promise you he won’t touch you but allow him to watch us pleasure you.”
Not really being in a position to refuse, I whimper. I push it to the back of my mind and start my semi-shutdown when I hear the door open and close.
“Alice,” Finn murmurs, drawing my attention to him. “How does this feel?”
He touches me with something soft and tickly in between my breasts.
“Is that okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe, exhaling slowly.
“Okay, relax, and I will ensure your pleasure, Alice.”
I try to do as he says and push the small of my back into the bed. My cuts hurt, but right now, it’s in the background.
Finn swirls the soft tendrils over my breasts, peaking my nipples instantly. I inhale sharply as the feeling is pleasant.
I feel myself relax further when he tickles me down my stomach and across my pussy. I let out a soft moan. He rotates it like a feather duster all over my skin, turning every nerve receptor into a sensitive bundle ready to explode. When he brushes it over my pussy again, I cry out and buck, needing more.
“That’s it,” Finn murmurs. “Take your pleasure.”
He moves away, denying me the pleasant sensation but returns shortly with something harder, thicker, and less pleasant. He slaps it lightly against my left nipple, and I gasp. He does it to the right one, and I buck again. It doesn’t hurt; it’s the opposite. It feels good.
“More,” I pant.
He drags the object down my body, lightly slapping my ribs and stomach before he rubs it over my pussy.
I cry out with shock when he slaps my pussy with it harder than I’m comfortable with.
“How’s that, Alice?”
“More!”
I don’t even know who is saying these things. I writhe on the narrow bed when he slaps my pussy again before he places the flat side against my clit and slowly rotates it, bringing me intense pleasure.
“Fuck!” I exclaim. “Fuck.”
My thighs shake, and I’m ready to climax when he takes it away.
“No coming yet, baby girl,” Archer’s voice says clearly behind me.
“What?” I pant.
