He leaned down, the scent of him filling her as he whispered in her ear, “You want to press your clit against my thigh, don’t you. I can feel how hot your pussy is, how slick with your arousal. But you will not orgasm. You are only allowed to orgasm when I pull twice on your braid. Understood?”
She nodded and moaned while rocking herself on his leg, the feeling too good to stop.
A moment later he put one of the earplugs in, then whispered in her other ear, “Do not hesitate to use your safeword. The oil will make you more…willing to endure pain for your pleasure than usual and I would hate to damage such beautiful skin and gentle heart.”
He placed the other earplug in and she was suddenly alone in her body, with only the sound of her moans, her harsh breaths, and the pounding of her heart keeping her company. Deprived of her sight and hearing, everything intensified and she grasped onto Alex, running her hands over his body. While he wasn’t as built as Dimitri, he was still a solid man and she was turned on enough to enjoy every second of touching him. Shit, she had no idea what that oil was but it was like hours, no days of foreplay in a bottle.
He cupped her chin and she felt the faintest brush of his goatee against her lips, then his mouth moving softly over hers. She licked her lower lip and he did it again, letting his lips drag over hers, coaxing her into an easy, decadent kiss. Being blind and deaf she strained with her other senses and she took a small taste of Alex before he tilted his head and deepened the kiss, tempting her tongue into his mouth then sucking on it. She’d never had anyone do that for her before and it felt really good. Especially considering the way the oil made her mouth tingle like it was another sexual hot spot on her body. Abruptly Alex pulled away, and when she put her hand out to find him, she touched his chest and could feel his heart slamming against her palm.
Alex grasped her hand and led her through the house, stopping to carry her down the stairs. He set her down and her feet touched cool, wood floors. With her hand in his, he slowly guided her through the house. As she imagined the people watching them she got a perverse thrill at the idea of them staring at her, their eyes on her hard nipples and seeing the wet proof of her desire slicking her inner thighs. After what seemed like hours, but was probably only minutes, Alex stopped. She took a deep breath, scenting perfume, sweat and sex, the familiar smells of pleasure that she associated with BDSM.
Before she could draw another breath, Alex took her hands and gently pulled her forward, then placed her hands on something. Holding her wrists, he let her explore the smooth surface. It felt like maybe wood and it had one small hole, then to the right of that a large hole, then to the right of that another small hole. He traced her fingers up and around the shape and as he brought her hands back down to the holes again she realized it was the stockade she’d glimpsed earlier in the lower level playroom. Her breath sped up as she realized Alex was going to put her in the stockade and have his wicked way with her.
Almost as soon as that thought came to mind she felt her hands being placed through the small holes, then her head through the large one. Alex adjusted the stockade until it was at a good height for her with her neck resting on the comfortably padded surface of the hole. There was a small rest for her head and she turned her cheek, laying her cheek against the small, padded surface. The stockade lowered a bit more so that she stood with her legs braced and her back curved enough that her butt stuck out. She tried to imagine what she looked like, and as soon as she did, she thought of Dimitri and her heart ached. Because of the aphrodisiac, her lust raged on, but she had to grit her teeth to hold back a moan that had nothing to do with pleasure and everything to do with pain.
She’d always been a semi-monogamous woman. She didn’t want to see her man pleasuring another woman, and she was very possessive of a man she considered hers, so the thought of Dimitri watching his brother touch her shamed her, yet also turned her on while the thought of Dimitri touching some faceless bitch made anger clench in her gut. Alex, or at least she assumed it was Alex because of the leather-gloved hands, ran a soothing hand over her bottom and she tensed beneath his touch. Slowly, with firm strokes, he massaged her lower back until she marginally relaxed and her chaotic thoughts slowed.
Someone touched the side of her face and a moment later one of the ear buds was removed.
“Hello, zaika moya.”
“Dimitri?” She whispered, straining to turn and look at him even though she was bound and blindfolded.
“Shhhh. I will be here, watching you, keeping you safe.” His lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “I cannot touch another woman, the thought is abhorrent to me. I have pretended that I am not feeling well enough to participate, but I will sit alone and watch you take your pleasure. Alex says you feel guilt, there is no reason. It does not matter who touches you, you are mine, Rya. Now I must go, but I will be nearby, protecting you always.”