Page 106 of Lourdes & the Mafia
“Surprise me,” she says finally.
She chose exactly what I was hoping for. I will be mindful of her every desire. I will learn her body and wring pleasure from it entirely, even if I have to force myself to deny my own release.
There will be pleasure enough in this.
With great care and precision, I wrap the ropes strategically around her wrists and pull them taught behind her lower back, then her ankles and pulling them up so she is tied from the limbs.
I cluck my displeasure. “Too many clothes.” With a snap of my fingers, they vanish and she’s naked and dangling above my brother.
From this angle, from the way her knees are spread and her ankles raised to her back, I get a nice view of her ass and her spread pussy, already soaked and weeping to be touched.
I keep weaving and securing her, mindful of her body. I investigated soon after our agreement, finding knots and ties that wouldn’t hurt her. I apply those now, tight enough to keep her steady and aroused, but not enough to harm.
Once she’s completely tied to my liking, I give a gentle push to the ropes, watching as she sways teasingly over my brother’s body.
“K-Kane?”
“Yes?”
“He’s still sleeping…”
I can hear how hesitant she is. I don’t blame her. I understand. He is asleep and cannot give his full consent, though I know he would love to wake up to this. But that’s for him to decide.
“Then let’s wake him up. We do need someone to watch over us, after all. As per our rules.”
I dive into the bond we share. At first I’m met with resistance, but after probing a little, I’m inside his dark mind. I can feel his presence. Still, restful.
Wake up, you bastard. Lourdes is floating above you and she wants you awake for this.
Kane?
His voice is a whisper. It softens my anger and worry.Wake up, Ramiel. Come out and play.
I pull out from his mind just as his eyes fly open, immediately taking in the sight of Lourdes above him.
He doesn’t miss a beat. He smirks at her. “Hello, vidente.”
She gasps and I don’t need to be in front of her to know there are likely tears of joy forming in those big eyes of hers.
“Ramiel...” She takes in a shuddering breath. “Is this okay?”
He looks at his position and hers above him. Smiling wide like I knew he would. “This is more than okay, vidente. I insist on being woken up like this every time.”
“Would you like to play with us, brother?” I ask.
His attention snaps to mine.
“Perhaps we can invite Lorenzo in on the game, too.”
“I’d like that.”
She doesn’t even finish uttering the words before Lorenzo appears, like he was hovering on the edge, watching and waiting to be invited.
“I come bearing supplies,” he singsongs, dropping said supplies on top of Ramiel’s piano.
I catch sight of what he brought. Toys, lube, a first aid kit.
The fuck.
