Page 22 of A Worthy Opponent
I freeze, but she doesn’t seem to care if I’m at ease or not. She takes my wrists from Gaeton and presses them into a padded cuff. Every move speaks of a wealth of experience as she tests the tightness to ensure it’s not uncomfortable, and then her touch disappears and reappears on my other side. A cool metal bar replaces Hook’s hand at the base of my neck. I’m left wide open, unable to move my arms.
They shift around me, and Gaeton drags my panties down my legs. I put them on over the garter belt for exactly this reason, and Hook’s low curse is a reward in and of itself. “What a pretty picture you make.” He smooths his hands through my hair, and as the weight adjusts, I belatedly realize he’s braided it to keep it out of my face. Not that I can see while I’m wearing the blindfold, but Hook has his own reasons. He always has.
A cool press of a blade at my sternum and the bastard cuts off my bra. I jerk back, but the woman catches me. She’s slight, but she’s strong. Between her hands on my shoulders and Gaeton’s on my hips, they keep me on my feet. “What the fuck, Hook? Do you know how expensive that was?”
“Hold still.”
Part of me wants to obey, but I’ve already spent too much of this scene cowed. “Fuck off.”
I can hear his grin with his next command. “Hold her still.”
Gaeton’s grip changes, digging into my hips even as henuzzles my pussy. The woman must take hold of the spreader bar because I’m forced to bend back until I’m leaning against her. I get a faint whiff of amber, and suddenly I know exactly who she is. Malone. The Golden Queen.
Holy shit, Hook has pulled out all the stops for this scene.
I fight because I can’t seem to help myself, because every time they forcibly still me, my desire spikes higher. Through it all, I track Hook’s footsteps as he circles us. He’s stepping heavy on purpose, letting me know exactly where he is, giving me something to ground myself with when the rest of the scene is so out of my control.
“The nipple clamps.” His voice comes from a short distance, so I know it’s not his hands that cup my breasts. It’s not his mouth that sucks my nipples to stiff peaks.
There are three other people in the room with us. I can’t quite wrap my mind around it. I know he likes to share, but this feels like something different altogether.
The third man fastens the nipple clamps and gives my breasts one last squeeze that’s just shy of painful. Gaeton is still teasing me, not quite licking, not giving me the contact I need. Malone has me forcibly immobile.
I know I can stop this with a word. All of them will respect it. Ultimately, I have the power here, even if it’s only in relinquishing it entirely.
I don’t want it to stop. I welcome the cascade of sensations as they lift me a little and someone hooks the spreader bar to what sounds like a chain overhead. I’m not quite suspended—my feet can still barely touch the ground—but it’s a precarious balance. As if to prove that truth, Gaeton and Malone release me, and I wobble. Hook catches me instantly, which tells me that he was here all along. That I was never in any danger of falling.
The thought makes me want to laugh. It’s true. I’ve lostthe ability to fall a long time ago. I have no interest in getting it back. Not even for him.Especiallynot for him.
“Still with me?” He murmurs. For a second, I can almost imagine his thumbs brushing my cheekbones, but the touch is gone so quickly, I’m sure I imagine it.
I lick my lips. “Where else would I be?”
“Good.” Another light touch, this time his lips on mine. “You get your pain before you get your pleasure.”
It takes my swirling mind a few precious moments to catch up to what he’s talking about, and by then his touch is gone, and he’s just a disembodied voice in the near distance. “Gaeton is going to lick your pretty pussy, but you will not come until I allow it.”
“Orgasm deprivation. Real original.” I try to smirk, but I can’t quite manage it. It takes everything I have to keep up the attitude, but I don’t have another choice. We’ve barely begun to play, and I’m already teetering on the brink of something unforgivable.
“Let’s see if you keep that smart mouth through what I have planned, beautiful girl.”
I open said smart mouth to reply, but Gaeton chooses that moment to grab my thighs and drag me bodily to his mouth, lifting me a bit so my toes barely touch the ground. I’m not small, but he’s built like a brick house and his arms don’t even shake as he drags his tongue over my pussy. “Mmmm.” Gaeton rumbles out a laugh. “Hook, you give the best gifts.”
“I’m just getting started.” Hook still sounds amused, but his voice is rougher, as if he’s just as affected by this as I am. “Begin.”
For a second, I think he’s speaking to me, but then the first lash hits my back, and I realize he was talking to the other two. They flog me, strikes landing just so, as if they’re standing at different angles at my back. It doesn’thurt, exactly, but the sting morphs into a hot delicious burn that has me writhing just as much as Gaeton’s mouth does. “Hook,” I gasp.
“Everything they do to you is an extension of me.” He sounds directly in front of me. He must be standing at Gaeton’s back. “Gaeton’s tongue between your thighs.” The man in question groans against my skin, and then I feel the back of Hook’s hand touching my inner thigh. It takes my pleasure-pain drugged brain a moment to understand that he’s got his fingers in the other man’s hair, that he’s using his touch to guide Gaeton’s mouth, urging him up to my clit.
I try to roll my hips, but Gaeton’s got me in too tight a grip. Hook’s laugh goes a little mean. “Everythingin this room happens at my whim. That includes your orgasms. Not yet, beautiful girl.”
The strikes against my back pick up, and I can’t hold a whimper down. It feels like my back is on fire. “Please.”
“That’s a start.”
Pleasure winds and winds, the pain buoying it into something beyond comprehension. My toes curl with it. Each exhale comes out more like a sob. I can’t hold my orgasm back. Fuck, I don’t want to. I’m so close, I can feel myself tipping over the edge…
Everything stops.
