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Authors: Ophelia Bell
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delicate insect caught in a spider’s inescapable web.
He tugged one leg up and bent my knee. I let him, watching with abstract interest as he positioned my bent knees just so and wrapped the cord and knotted it with swift, sure motions of his hands—too fast for me to even track. He had the intensity of an artist, or at least of someone who knew precisely how to do what they knew best.
A stray length of the rope drifted between my thighs and I gasped at the contact. My pussy throbbed with the need to be filled again, but I’d managed to block it out while I focused on Rick’s artistry. The wayward length of silk inadvertently stroking me reminded me with excruciating ecstasy how much pleasure I had already experienced that day, and promised of more to come.
“Oh, God,” I said.
“Almost done.” Rick sped up his movements and I gasped when he tugged a little too tight, pulling my left thigh against my torso. He loosened it again and eyed me. I nodded when the binding slackened enough and he tied a quick knot.
He let out a satisfied sigh and stood back.
Casey’s Discovery: Chapter 7
“I think you’ve outdone yourself,” Max said.
“I couldn’t exactly skimp, all things considered,” Rick said.
“I suppose not.”
“Everything good, Case?” Max asked, moving closer.
“Yeah, I think? It’s nice, but … different.” I wished I could’ve given him a more articulate response, but I was still absorbing the newness of the intensely arousing sensations Rick had left me with. My body was criss-crossed with knots and ropes. He’d managed to somehow bind my arms down to the table, stretched out perpendicular to my body, and my legs were tied up bent and spread wide, the position a sharp contrast to the closed-thigh position they’d had me in earlier. I couldn’t see how they were tethered to the table, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine how I looked, sprawled across the circular surface with my pussy bare and weeping.
All I knew was that I was fully exposed to the two of them and completely at their mercy. And my pussy felt like a molten pit just waiting for one of them to cool me off.
“You comfy, Case?” Rick asked.
“Pretty much,” I said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
Rick laughed and bent over me, resting his elbows casually on the table just above my bound arms. “Yeah, your stepdad and I were the go-to guys for awhile. But life happened.”
“And you stopped for love?”
“You could say that. Now it looks like things may be coming full circle.” His gaze flicked down over me, admiring his own handiwork. “Christ, Casey, you really are something else.”
He stretched his hand out and toyed with the steel hoop that pierced one of my nipples. His touch was delicate at first, and deliciously arousing as he swirled his fingertips around and around in teasing circles. I watched his face slowly transform from businesslike to pure lust as he continued teasing, moving his fingertips in a line tracing the lines the ropes made in my flesh.
“Close your eyes, baby,” Max said.
I glanced down my torso to where he stood. He rested both hands on my ankles and squeezed gently, sliding his palms up to my knees. I let my lids drift closed and gasped when he moved his hands and drifted them along my stomach downward until his thumbs grazed my slick lips. My senses came alive under their contact, with Rick’s touch becoming more urgent, stroking my breasts and tugging at my nipples. After a moment his hot breath hit my neck and his soft lips trailed up along my jaw, finally coming to rest against my mouth.
The sensation of his tongue sinking into my mouth somehow grounded me and I lifted my head to meet him, sucking hungrily at his lips. He tasted like coffee and something a little sweet—honey maybe. I decided I liked kissing him as much as Max.
In the next moment I was grateful for his mouth on mine. Between my legs, Max’s touch became more intense, his fingers
He tugged one leg up and bent my knee. I let him, watching with abstract interest as he positioned my bent knees just so and wrapped the cord and knotted it with swift, sure motions of his hands—too fast for me to even track. He had the intensity of an artist, or at least of someone who knew precisely how to do what they knew best.
A stray length of the rope drifted between my thighs and I gasped at the contact. My pussy throbbed with the need to be filled again, but I’d managed to block it out while I focused on Rick’s artistry. The wayward length of silk inadvertently stroking me reminded me with excruciating ecstasy how much pleasure I had already experienced that day, and promised of more to come.
“Oh, God,” I said.
“Almost done.” Rick sped up his movements and I gasped when he tugged a little too tight, pulling my left thigh against my torso. He loosened it again and eyed me. I nodded when the binding slackened enough and he tied a quick knot.
He let out a satisfied sigh and stood back.
Casey’s Discovery: Chapter 7
“I think you’ve outdone yourself,” Max said.
“I couldn’t exactly skimp, all things considered,” Rick said.
“I suppose not.”
“Everything good, Case?” Max asked, moving closer.
“Yeah, I think? It’s nice, but … different.” I wished I could’ve given him a more articulate response, but I was still absorbing the newness of the intensely arousing sensations Rick had left me with. My body was criss-crossed with knots and ropes. He’d managed to somehow bind my arms down to the table, stretched out perpendicular to my body, and my legs were tied up bent and spread wide, the position a sharp contrast to the closed-thigh position they’d had me in earlier. I couldn’t see how they were tethered to the table, but it didn’t matter. I could imagine how I looked, sprawled across the circular surface with my pussy bare and weeping.
All I knew was that I was fully exposed to the two of them and completely at their mercy. And my pussy felt like a molten pit just waiting for one of them to cool me off.
“You comfy, Case?” Rick asked.
“Pretty much,” I said. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
Rick laughed and bent over me, resting his elbows casually on the table just above my bound arms. “Yeah, your stepdad and I were the go-to guys for awhile. But life happened.”
“And you stopped for love?”
“You could say that. Now it looks like things may be coming full circle.” His gaze flicked down over me, admiring his own handiwork. “Christ, Casey, you really are something else.”
He stretched his hand out and toyed with the steel hoop that pierced one of my nipples. His touch was delicate at first, and deliciously arousing as he swirled his fingertips around and around in teasing circles. I watched his face slowly transform from businesslike to pure lust as he continued teasing, moving his fingertips in a line tracing the lines the ropes made in my flesh.
“Close your eyes, baby,” Max said.
I glanced down my torso to where he stood. He rested both hands on my ankles and squeezed gently, sliding his palms up to my knees. I let my lids drift closed and gasped when he moved his hands and drifted them along my stomach downward until his thumbs grazed my slick lips. My senses came alive under their contact, with Rick’s touch becoming more urgent, stroking my breasts and tugging at my nipples. After a moment his hot breath hit my neck and his soft lips trailed up along my jaw, finally coming to rest against my mouth.
The sensation of his tongue sinking into my mouth somehow grounded me and I lifted my head to meet him, sucking hungrily at his lips. He tasted like coffee and something a little sweet—honey maybe. I decided I liked kissing him as much as Max.
In the next moment I was grateful for his mouth on mine. Between my legs, Max’s touch became more intense, his fingers
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