“Yes, sir.” I gasped as his nails lightly raked down the fragile skin on the inside of my arms. He pushed himself off of me, heading for my closet and rifling through for a moment before he returned. “Trust me, kitten?”
“Always.” Moving quickly, he restrained each of my ankles to the opposite sides of the bed frame before he anchored my bound wrists the same way. “Struggle, kitten,” he ordered with a growl. I did as he asked, realizing I was unable to move more than a few inches. “So pretty, my kitten.” He held up one more piece of fabric before leaning over to tie the blindfold around my eyes as I whimpered. “If you say stop, it stops, Pixie,” he whispered in my ear again, and I nodded my understanding.
“I want to try,” I told him, goosebumps rising on my skin as I shifted against the sheets. Everything already felt more sensitive—the temperature of the air, the texture of the sheets, the bindings of the ties against me—and I didn’t know how I was going to handle him actually touching me.
“I figured, kitten.” His voice was a husky whisper in my ear. “You’ve got a lot of bookmarked pages, you know.” Heat flushed my skin as he chuckled. Oh goddess, the things he’d read… “I have quite the active imagination of my own, and with this pretty body of yours spread out in front of me…” He let out a groan of approval as his hands stroked over me. “I like having you bound for my pleasure like this, kitten. I’m going to make you come hard for me, because like this, you’re not going to be able to do anything else.”
Music began to pound in the room, and Ian leaned in to murmur, “This way you won’t be able to hear everything.” He lightly nipped my earlobe. “You’ll just have to wait and see what I have planned for you. Just feel it. Take it. Enjoy it.”
I groaned at the dark promise in those words. “Ian, please.” I was already soaked, desperate for him.
“I can’t wait to find all the different ways to play with you. I know the twins are far more twisted than they appear to be.” He chuckled. “Alarick is dominant as well. I wonder which of us would come out on top?” My traitorous mind painted a picture of Ian and Alarick wrapped together, and Ian laughed wickedly as though he knew exactly what I was thinking. I wondered if it was possible to combust without actually being touched, just from the thoughts he was creating in my mind. Goddess help me if anyone in our link was actually shifted, because I was sure I would be screaming these images down the bond.
“We’ll have to see if we can work as a team if you’re this needy for us.” Ian’s fingers slid across my core, and I tried to arch into him, but the bonds held me tight, forcing me to accept only what he gave. “So slick,” he murmured in approval. “With that blindfold on, we could all be in this room and you’d never even know.” The idea had me whimpering in need. “Ah, you like that.” He slipped a finger inside me, thrusting hard. “You like the idea of all of us taking you at once.” Another finger thrust into me, and I cried out at the pleasure. “Of not knowing which of us it was.” His mouth closed over my nipple, sucking hard before he bit my stiffened peak lightly.
“Please, Ian, please, fuck me,” I begged, desperately trying to thrust against the fingers he swirled inside me.
“Aren’t I?” He thrust his fingers lazily inside me again.
“Not your fingers!” I cried out, as his tongue flicked and sucked across my breast. “I need you inside me.”
“All you had to do was ask, kitten,” he murmured, pulling his fingers from my body, and I groaned in relief as he shifted over me. It wasn’t his cock that replaced his fingers, though, but his tongue as he thrust it into me with a growl, his thumb gliding across my clit in tight, even circles that had my head going back with a cry as stars danced in front of my eyes.
“Ian!” I screamed as pleasure crashed over me, my core clenching around Ian’s tongue as he growled, the vibrations prolonging my orgasm. Ian’s tongue worked over me, licking up every drop of my release as though he couldn’t get enough while I shivered through the aftershocks.
He slid up my body, pressing his lips to my ear. “Are you ready for me to fuck you, kitten?”
“Yes,” I slurred, my body still slack with pleasure, and he chuckled. Ian shifted, and I felt my ankles being released before he began rubbing them briskly with his hands.
“I want you hard and deep, kitten. I want to mark you as mine,” he warned, and I groaned my approval at the thought. “Give me the words, kitten,” he demanded, smacking my leg as he hiked my thigh higher up his hip.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered as I felt the head of him press up against me. He yanked the blindfold from my eyes, and I blinked against the sudden flare of light as he lifted my hips.
“I want you to watch me take you, kitten,” he snarled. His eyes flared with heat as he slammed into me and I cried out, the pleasure almost too much as my body arched up. I had no control, no way to balance myself, I was solely in his hands and I loved it.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, as he pulled back and slammed into me again. He lifted my legs, shoving my ankles over his shoulders, and I groaned as it pushed him deeper inside me. “Fuck, Ian!”
His hand reached out to collar me as a dark chuckle rumbled through him, though his hips never stopped pumping into me. “Language, kitten,” he teased, squeezing my throat lightly, and I moaned at the dominant gesture, giving myself fully to his control. “Come for me,” he ordered. “You’ve come on my fingers, you’ve come on my tongue. I want to feel you come around my cock, kitten.” His hand slid down my body, pressing and rubbing my clit as he thrust hard inside of me. Leaning forward, he bit down on my thigh, the pain and pleasure mixing, and I screamed as the orgasm crashed into me, my body rolling against him as I sought every drop of pleasure. He stiffened and groaned when his own orgasm took him, licking over the bite mark he left in my thigh before untying me and pulling away to deal with the condom. He’d used his phone for the music, I realized when a few quick taps turned the pounding beats off.
His hands were gentle as he rubbed my wrists where they had been bound, checking for any tenderness. “Need me to heal them?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.
“No, they’re fine,” I promised, yawning slightly.
“How did you feel about the biting?” He adjusted his glasses as he pulled me against his chest. “Would you like me to heal that?”
I considered him for a moment. “It surprised me,” I answered honestly, looking down at it. It ached now. I knew it would bruise, the color already darkening. He hadn’t broken the skin, but the marks from his teeth were evident. “I like it though. I like that you marked me. I don’t want you to heal it.”
“Good.” He kissed my head. “I like it too.”
I chuckled. “Then next time I’ll bite you.”
“Any time, my kitten.” His hands smoothed over my hair. “You know the others aren’t opposed to your fantasies. Taking you as a group. They are simply allowing you time to get used to the idea.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I figure we have time to try a lot of different things, but right now I like going with what’s happening naturally.”