Enlightened [Sexual Magic 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

Since he and Griff planned to fuck the hell out of her while she was roped and restrained, he’d needed ones that offered more stability.

He flipped through the pictures, not saying anything, careful not to influence her decision. Mason opened up his senses and focused on what Emma was feeling and projecting. Suddenly, the aura kicked up a few notches.

He looked over at Griff who stood next to her, arms crossed over his chest and giving every allusion of patience.

It was an emotion none of them felt.

“Did you see anything?” Mason asked when the last image flipped onto the screen.

She nibbled her lip and bounced on her heels. “Can I see them again?”

He started from the beginning, keyed in on her emotions. The first two positions, basic shrimp tie and reverse prayer, garnered some interest and the occasional lust-filled flare. The image of the model bent in a reverse hogtie, hands gripping her ankles and suspended above the ground, drew a shudder of pain. The crab-body-corset combination with clit knots and breast bondage was high on her list. Much as he’d expected, the sight of the woman trussed neck to toe and standing on one leg didn’t even tweak her emotions.

“Can you go back a couple?”

He flicked back to the body corset. She moved closer to the television and stared at the still image. Her breathing grew labored and the lust swelled to near-crescendo proportions. She turned and pointed up. “I want this one.”

He was pleased she didn’t go for the most simplistic version.

“What interests you about it?” Griff asked.

A pink blush crawled over her tits and up her cheeks. “The breast bondage and the way her hands are immobile.”

Griff tweaked her nipple. “And the way she’s splayed out? That doesn’t do anything for you?”

The lust redoubled, and Mason jerked his hand off the mouse in response.

“Yes, it does.”

“Why?”

Emma looked like she wanted to crawl under the carpet and hide.

“Why, slut? What makes your pussy drip knowing that’s going to be you in a few minutes?”

Her shoulders quivered, and she clenched her hands into fists. “I will have no control. Can do nothing to stop you from taking me in any way you want. For as long as you want.”

The raw honesty ripped from her mouth like water from a fountain.

There was a small, tense silence. Mason studied the position and made mental notes on technique. He’d modify it a bit. While the crab tie would keep her open, the crotch ropes would impede their access to her holes. He did want her to experience the clit knots, though.

Damn, he wanted to tie her every which way he could.

“All right, let’s get back to the mat.”

Once more she stood docile and petite between him and Griff. Her excitement level was so strong, he was having trouble controlling his own emotions. Griff’s need and want leached into the mix. Hell, he was going to have to shut down his powers altogether.

Something which had never happened on a case before.

Ever.

He caught Griff’s eye and drew a deep breath then slowly, carefully disengaged his mental abilities. Griff’s brows shot upward, and he whistled low.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I won’t be able to tie my shoes much less a damn knot otherwise.”

“What shoes? What are you talking about?” Emma asked.

Griff nodded once. “I will, too, then.”

“Good idea.”

“
What’s
a good idea?”

Mason didn’t need any kind of special ability to hear the hurt in her voice.

Mason chucked her under the chin. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to leave you out. This is highly unusual, but Griff and I have turned our powers off.”

“Why?”

“The emotions between the three of us are very high. It’s interfering with other things.”

“So, it’s like a light switch? You can turn it off and on at will?”

He chuckled. “That’s as good an explanation as any.” He pulled the fresh jute ropes from his shoulder and laid them out on the floor. Both were about thirty feet long. He preferred the natural feel of the jute and how its soft yet spiky strands felt against a sub’s skin. He picked up the first rope.

“Griff is going to bring a wider bench over while I begin. I’ll bind you while you’re standing until we reach a point where you must be prone.”

* * * *

Fine tremors cascaded through Emma as Mason approached, rope in hand. She could not tear her gaze from him. He doubled the rope, slipped the loop around her back and between her shoulder blades.

“Turn. Slow and full circle.” His words were clipped, controlled.

She pivoted, and the jute scraped over her skin like the light touch of fingernails. The sensation was a little rough and very exciting.

He looped her left tit, went behind her back again, and then wrapped the rope around her right tit. He worked with quick, efficient motions, both his fingers and the rope lightly abrading her skin as he touched and trussed her. He pulled downward, and she bowed out, shocked to find her breasts fully encircled, the jute snug but not tight. Her flesh quivered in the bonds, nipples hard and thrusting at Mason.

He pulled the second length of rope from his shoulder and joined it to the first. The rope tugged again as he made a quick series of knots that he lay in regular intervals marching down her torso with the occasional wrap around her back.

Each pull reminded her of being laced into a corset, except the sometimes harsh slide of jute on her skin thrilled her much like the touch of the flogger on her ass.

“Spread your legs,” he said. “Shoulder width.”

Emma inched her feet out, and he dropped the rope then stepped behind her. His hair tickled her ultra-sensitive ass and pussy as he dove between her legs. He slapped lightly at her clit, and she hissed with each touch.

His chuckle was warm along her thigh. “Breathe in and hold it.”

She did, head angled down to watch what he was doing.

Strong fingers twisted her nipples, and she gasped, jerking her gaze up to stare at Griff. “Didn’t he just tell you to hold your breath?”

She nodded and sucked down another gulp of air. Griff didn’t let go of her nipples, and her concentration wavered among the men.

Between her legs, the rope bumped and nudged apart her pussy lips, then nestled against her clit. Mason’s fingers continually brushed her cunt as he seated the knot then pulled the rope up the furrow of her ass. He tied the binding off around her waist, one final knot in her belly button.

Her vision blurred, and her lungs burned. She swayed, and Griff released her tits to grab at her shoulders. “Breathe,” he said with a chuckle.

She inhaled gratefully and managed a responding smile. Mason popped up in front of her. “How’s it feel?”

She took stock of her bindings, wiggled a little, and gasped at the sensual slide of the rope as it abraded her skin.

“Fuck, that feels good,” she said softly.

His smile was devious. “’Bout to feel a whole lot better. Come here.”

Griff took her arm, and together, they led her to the low, flat bench in the middle of the padded floor. “On your stomach,” Griff ordered.

She eased onto the bench and turned her head, cheek pressed into the velvet cushion.

Mason wrapped more rope on her back and along her thighs. The whisper-soft touch both tickled and frustrated her. She writhed in silent demand.

“Sassy little slut.” Mason slapped her ass. Hard.

Emma could not contain the moan.

“So you want to be splayed open, do you?” Griff asked. He hunkered in front of her, and his musky, sex smell wafted around her.

The heady aroma made her pussy juice even more.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

He lifted his eyes to Mason and nodded. “Do it. I want to fuck her while she’s tied with her pussy spread wide open.”

Emma shuddered. “Yes, yes.”

“This is not going to be as nice and intricate as I want it to be. Next time, though, I’m going to take hours to bind you.”

Next time. The words s
ounded damn good to her and like a promise.

Emma sighed in contentment.

Mason’s hands wrapped around her knees and shoved her legs up until she lay sprawled on the bench like a frog. With quick, looping movements, he tied her calves snug to the backs of her thighs. The lead of each rope tucked into her waist, pulling her legs even farther apart.

Cool air flowed over her ass and pussy. She was completely open and available. She was unable to stop them from doing anything to her.

Mason reeled. “Holy shit,” he murmured. “Even turned off…”

“Yeah, I felt it, too.”

Emma figured they meant the wave of absolute lust that just rolled over her.

Good. She wanted them to know how excited she was and how much she wanted this. How much she wanted them.

“Please, Sirs, fuck me.”

Mason sucked in an audible breath.

Griff cupped her chin. “How do you feel?”

“Hot and ready to be fucked.” She loved saying such rough and vulgar things.

Griff lifted a brow. “How much?”

She licked her lips, tried to roll her hips, and stiffened at the scrape of her tits along the velvet cushion. “My cunt is dripping wet, Sir. Throbbing and aching and empty. I need to be filled with cock, Sir. Please.”

Griff rose, fingers tangled in her hair and lifted her head. His other hand gripped the stalk of his newly hardened cock. “Open your mouth.”

She did and moaned as he fed her his stiffness.

Behind her, Mason palmed her ass cheeks, pulled them apart and blew a stream of air along her exposed asshole. She thrashed, mouth tight on Griff’s dick.

She squeezed her eyes shut and bobbed her head back and forth, lubing his erection and increasing the sweet friction of his dick as it slid in and out of her mouth.

The rope between her pussy inched over lips and settled with a snap along the edges.

“God, you are so fucking wet,” Mason said with a moan.

“Mmhmph,” she agreed around Griff’s cock.

“I think one more thing to try out, don’t you, Griff?”

Emma nearly cried when he moved away from her. She watched, even as she continued to suck Griff’s dick, as he picked up a small black box from the sideboard and trotted back to the bench. She giggled at the sight of his hard cock bouncing and slapping his taut stomach with each step.

Within seconds, his fingers again found her dripping pussy. Something sticky landed on her inner thighs and clung, then up along the furrow of her ass and along the curve of her cheeks. She pulled her mouth off of Griff and tried to turn to see what Mason was doing.

“Get your mouth back on my cock, slut,” Griff ordered, hand fisting tight in her hair and pulling her around.

“Might want to wait on that,” Mason murmured.

“Right,” Griff said. Hand still in her curls, he slapped the head of his hot, hard dick against her lips.

“What’s going on?” she whispered.

He grinned, and she didn’t think it was a particularly nice grin. It was the dark kind that meant trouble for her.

Her pussy throbbed again.

Mason placed a hand on her back and pushed her hard into the bench. “Okay, here we go.”

All of a sudden her entire lower body flared to life, and she squeaked in surprise. Her butt and pussy writhed and jumped in reaction to the electricity pulsing through her.

“What. Is. That?” she gasped.

“Tens unit,” Mason said. “How’s it feel?”

“Weird.”

“Maybe a little more then.”

Another bit of wattage, and her pussy flamed hot and painful. The jolts felt like constant ripples of sharp blades cutting her skin. She bit her lip, uncertain if she liked it or not.

“And one more,” Mason said calmly.

She jerked her body away from the searing pain and whimpered, safe word trembling on her lips. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to do the same with her legs.

But of course, she couldn’t. She was at their mercy entirely.

The realization hit home harder than ever.

“Please, no more,” she said.

Tears dripped from her eyes, splashing onto Griff’s erection.

“Is it painful?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

She clenched her ass, and the voltage stung greater. Nearly all the lust she’d felt earlier ebbed as the tingles grew higher. “Seven,” she muttered.

“Hm.”

She looked up at him, pleading, breath coming in short gasps. The pain receded, and the pleasure flowed back in, but not fast enough for her to enjoy herself.

“Shut it down,” Griff ordered.

“Okay,” Mason said.

The uncomfortable currents stilled and left her body, and she collapsed against the bench with relief.

Griff tugged her head back up. “You’ll have to pay for that courtesy later, little slut. For now, I want back in your amazing mouth.”

Little slut
. Two little words, and she started to grow wet and excited again. Thank God.

Emma opened her lips and poked out her tongue, swiping the head of his dick as he slid inside.

“Yeah, I’ve been itching to sink balls-deep into your slutty little cunt.” Mason stroked her ass. His touch elicited warm
pleasurable
tingles along her butt. She wiggled as much as she could, silently begging him to take her. If her mouth weren’t so full of Griff’s cock, she would demand he put deed to words and fuck her hard like the slut she was.

Behind her, the bench jerked a little then Mason’s warm body settled between her legs. She held her breath as he fitted the bulbous head of his dick to her slick hole and pushed inward.

They both groaned.

“Fuck,” Griff said. “I love the way your throat vibrates around my cock.” He pumped his hips, and she swallowed more of him.

Mason plucked at the ropes binding her back and pulled her backward. His entire cock slid into her, his girth nearly splitting her apart. Her nostrils flared, and she clenched her pussy muscles around him.

Again and again she pulsed her pussy in time to the long pulls of her mouth and throat around Griff’s cock.