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of you. Jeez, you’re both so … big and strong but you look like you’re, I don’t know, prostrating yourselves in front of me. What the heck did I do to earn this? I mean, I’m not complaining …” I let out a shaky breath. “I’m still just me .” I shrugged my shoulders and gave Max a hesitant smile, hoping he’d confirm one way or the other what I was only just beginning to understand about myself—that I really wasn’t the Casey I’d been the day before, the girl hoping to find some way to understand what I worried were weirdly deviant desires.
Rick glanced at Max, who answered. “You’re so much more than the girl you were yesterday, baby. So much more.”
They watched me quietly as I chewed on my lip, struggling to clamp down on the uncertainty that threatened to ruin the buzz of euphoria infusing me at the moment. I caught sight of Rick’s truck out the kitchen window and the real reason for his presence at our house barreled back. The sheaf of papers on the counter sat there, threatening me with their finality.
I had to think of some way for this not to end, but I knew the second my mom came back the following day, that would be the end. Max would be gone and Rick along with him, and every hope I had of understanding myself, too.
“What is it, baby?” Max asked, leaning forward and laying a hand on my thigh.
“I just don’t want this to end. Not today—or ever.”
“We’ve got all day. We can do whatever you want, just say the word.”
I nodded. I’d take advantage of the offer now, at least until I could come up with a better idea.
“You guys are the experts, and Rick said …” I bit my lip and glanced shyly at Rick. He raised an eyebrow, even though the amused look on his face betrayed that he knew precisely what I was thinking. He’d been the one to say it to begin with, after all. I took a deep breath. If I could be naked and enjoy getting fucked with a giant dildo, I could say a few words out loud. “Rick said you’d both fuck me. That’s what I want, but … your way. I mean, tied up, but not blindfolded this time. I want to see you both.”
“Lady’s choice always is the most rewarding, buddy,” Rick said, giving Max a smug look. He stood and grabbed a fresh coil of rope. “You recovered enough, or do you need a break?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Now. I want it all now.”
Max nodded and stood, reaching out a hand to help me up, too. “You need to learn to pace yourself, but as long as you’re not sore we can get started. We’ll take it slowly this time.”
The pair of them choreographed the next several minutes, positioning me by the table at first while Rick slowly and methodically wrapped ropes around my torso and tied intricate knots. Soon I began to feel like I was being bound up by some devious, kinky spider. Lengths of rope extended out in several directions from my body. Then they urged me to lie back on the table. The heavy glass and iron piece of furniture was pleasantly cool against my bare backside, the contrast a sweet reminder of the stinging strikes Max had given me throughout the morning.
A tug of the ropes pulled my hands back and my body with them. Rick’s gentle touch positioned my hands just so. I felt a little bit like a rag doll, being posed, but every slip of the ropes around my flesh sent more tingles of pleasure through my body.
“Lie back,” Rick said, pushing me back toward the table and helping me to recline on the surface of it. A throw pillow caught my head and I let myself relax as he tested each stretch of rope over my skin, sliding his fingers beneath. I sensed that it was only a precautionary measure for him to check the tautness of my bindings, but every sweep of his fingers between my flesh and the ropes made me want more contact.
“Time for your legs,” he said.
It became hypnotic, the slow testing of my position and the tickle of the rope sweeping around and around as he coiled and knotted repeatedly, the
Rick glanced at Max, who answered. “You’re so much more than the girl you were yesterday, baby. So much more.”
They watched me quietly as I chewed on my lip, struggling to clamp down on the uncertainty that threatened to ruin the buzz of euphoria infusing me at the moment. I caught sight of Rick’s truck out the kitchen window and the real reason for his presence at our house barreled back. The sheaf of papers on the counter sat there, threatening me with their finality.
I had to think of some way for this not to end, but I knew the second my mom came back the following day, that would be the end. Max would be gone and Rick along with him, and every hope I had of understanding myself, too.
“What is it, baby?” Max asked, leaning forward and laying a hand on my thigh.
“I just don’t want this to end. Not today—or ever.”
“We’ve got all day. We can do whatever you want, just say the word.”
I nodded. I’d take advantage of the offer now, at least until I could come up with a better idea.
“You guys are the experts, and Rick said …” I bit my lip and glanced shyly at Rick. He raised an eyebrow, even though the amused look on his face betrayed that he knew precisely what I was thinking. He’d been the one to say it to begin with, after all. I took a deep breath. If I could be naked and enjoy getting fucked with a giant dildo, I could say a few words out loud. “Rick said you’d both fuck me. That’s what I want, but … your way. I mean, tied up, but not blindfolded this time. I want to see you both.”
“Lady’s choice always is the most rewarding, buddy,” Rick said, giving Max a smug look. He stood and grabbed a fresh coil of rope. “You recovered enough, or do you need a break?”
I shook my head vigorously. “Now. I want it all now.”
Max nodded and stood, reaching out a hand to help me up, too. “You need to learn to pace yourself, but as long as you’re not sore we can get started. We’ll take it slowly this time.”
The pair of them choreographed the next several minutes, positioning me by the table at first while Rick slowly and methodically wrapped ropes around my torso and tied intricate knots. Soon I began to feel like I was being bound up by some devious, kinky spider. Lengths of rope extended out in several directions from my body. Then they urged me to lie back on the table. The heavy glass and iron piece of furniture was pleasantly cool against my bare backside, the contrast a sweet reminder of the stinging strikes Max had given me throughout the morning.
A tug of the ropes pulled my hands back and my body with them. Rick’s gentle touch positioned my hands just so. I felt a little bit like a rag doll, being posed, but every slip of the ropes around my flesh sent more tingles of pleasure through my body.
“Lie back,” Rick said, pushing me back toward the table and helping me to recline on the surface of it. A throw pillow caught my head and I let myself relax as he tested each stretch of rope over my skin, sliding his fingers beneath. I sensed that it was only a precautionary measure for him to check the tautness of my bindings, but every sweep of his fingers between my flesh and the ropes made me want more contact.
“Time for your legs,” he said.
It became hypnotic, the slow testing of my position and the tickle of the rope sweeping around and around as he coiled and knotted repeatedly, the
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