Dilf（A Secret Baby Bad Boy Romance）(237)

“Oh, it has everything to do with that room. And you’re going to love it,” Carter whispers against my ear, standing behind me as he presses his body against mine. “Close your eyes,” he tells me, and I do it without bothering to know why. A few seconds after I’ve sunk into darkness, I feel him sliding a soft thread of fabric around my head and over my shut eyes. It smells of Carter, and I don’t need to touch it to know that it’s his tie. He ties it on the back of my head, and then places both his hands on my hips.

I gasp as he picks me up, one arm under my knees and the other one around my waist. I place my arm around his neck and let him carry me, my heart beating in rhythm with the soft click of both their shoes. When Carter puts me down, I feel the softness of a mattress under my backside and I lay back, anxious to surrender myself to whatever it is they intend to do. Blinded by Carter’s tie, somehow I can still feel their eyes on me. After all, where else would they look when I’m right here with them, my tight black dress hugging the curves of my eager body?

“Do you trust us?” Liam asks me, and I simply nod, not saying a word. I’d trust them with my life, and they know it. “Good,” he says, and then I feel him wrapping something around my wrist. Carter must be on the other side of the bed, because I feel another thread of fabric around my other wrist. They push my arms over my head, and then the fabric they put on me becomes tight around my wrists; I try and move my arms only to find resistance. My insides clench as I realize they have tied me up to the bed… And I can’t see a thing. I’m blind and defenseless, vulnerable to whatever it is they want to do with me… And I love it. Oh, God, do I love it.

“You know, you look really good like this… Tied up and with no way to escape from us,” I hear Liam say, and I can’t help but smile at his words.

“What makes you think that I want to escape?” I ask, allowing a expression of defiance to take over my face. Then, I feel the mattress shifting under someone’s weight, and I purse my lips. It’s frustrating that I can’t see what’s happening around me, and that just makes me want them even more.#p#分页标题#e#

“That’s all that I needed to hear,” Carter whispers, and then his hands are on me, running up my side. A shiver goes up my spine as I feel his fingertips brushing over my neck, and then down to the skin between my breasts. Running his hand across the collar of my dress, he then moves it all the way to the straps on my dress. He hooks his fingers there, and tugs on the strap; my arms are raised and tied up, so I wonder for a moment about how he’s going to take my dress off, but then the answer comes with a strong ripping sound. Carter’s hands are still pulling at my straps, but Liam’s are on my collar, tearing the fabric apart. Together, they push my ruined dress down my body, and I squirm in place as I feel it sliding down my body. My naked skin against the soft sheets, I push against the ties that bind me, my whole body tensing up as I suddenly feel exposed; here I am, wearing nothing but a lace bra and thong, and I can’t even see the look on their faces.

I tremble in place as I feel a pair of lips against my neck, and then another one between my breasts. Sighing heavily, I surrender to the darkness, their mouths savoring my naked skin on a downward trajectory. I feel them moving down my stomach at the same time, their lips gently kissing every inch of my body until they meet the hem of my thong. I sway my hips from side to side, and then someone presses a forearm over my waist, pinning me down to the mattress; frozen in place, there’s nothing I can do but submit.

“We can do anything…”

“Anything we want…”

I bite my lower lip, a growing wetness between my inner thighs. Yes, they can do anything… And I can’t. My heart beats in heavy frustration, but that frustration comes laced with a perverted sense of surrender. All my life, I always needed to be in control; now, I’m letting go of it. And, as frustrating as it might be, it feels so fucking right.

“You can do anything…” I repeat their words, letting them roll over my tongue as a sinful mantra. “I’m waiting,” I continue, urging them to act on their promises. My words have an effect, but it’s not the one I intended; they simply let go of me, the mattress shifting as they get out of the bed. I can do absolutely nothing about it, so I simply try and listen to whatever it is they’re doing, the loud drumming of my heart making that a difficult task.

I hear a metallic clink; the buckle of a belt? And then there’s the rustle of clothes. Are they undressing? It seems like it, but there’s no way for me to be sure. It’s maddening to know that they’re probably naked by now, their chiseled muscles and hard cocks so close to me.... and yet so far. I can’t touch them, I can’t see them, and yet, I know they’re here, burning with desire. Frustration doesn’t even start to describe it. This is torture.