Page 18 of Rayne
Hawk climbs onto the bed, picking me up by the arm. I lose sight of Jett as I focus on him, wondering what's going on. Hawk lifts me up under my arms, throwing me up the bed. I land with a tiny bounce, my head nearly hitting the wall behind me.
Standing on my right, Jett reaches for my hand, tying something around my wrist. I look at the restraint, quickly pulling away, but I'm not fast enough. He locks the cuff into place around my wrist, hastily lifting my arm above my head. I notice a piece of rope, which he threads through a link on the cuff, before tying the other end to the headboard.
"What are you doing?" I ask, but Hawk shoves something into my mouth.
I mumble loudly, thrown off by the odd texture and sensation of a rubber ball in my mouth.
"Shut up for two minutes," Hawk groans, securing the gag at the back of my head.
My eyes widen and I try to reach for it, but not before Hawk grabs my free arm, repeating the same motions as Jett and tying me to the bed frame with another cuff and piece of rope.
"Don't make me tie your legs," Jett says with a smile. "You know I will."
I can't speak, so I do my best to glare at him. He holds up a blindfold in response, my heart pounding in panic.
"Imagine not knowing when it's coming. Letting someone else control it."
Their words from earlier come back to me, and I realize what they are doing.
I shake my head as a plea, but Jett covers my eyes, the room turning black as they vanish. I feel him tighten the blindfold so it doesn't slip, and I realize I'm completely at their mercy.
All I have is my hearing, but they deliberately remain quiet. As they move around, I lose track of their place, no longer knowing who is where.
The room is silent, and all I can focus on is how long my heart is beating inside my chest. It makes me wonder if they can hear it too.
The mattress shifts as someone comes back onto the bed, their weight making me move a little. A hand touches my thigh, pushing my legs apart. I'm exposed to them, helpless as they watch me. I can feel their gazes burning into my skin.
Someone touches my pussy, their gentle caresses rubbing circles around my clit. My hips jerk toward them but someone slaps my thigh in warning. I cease my movements, making them both chuckle.
Warm pressure pushes against my clit and I immediately know it's not fingers. It's round and hard, and when they start rubbing up and down me, I realize it's one of their cocks. I have no idea who it is, but they tease me with the head of their dick, rubbing my clit and applying light pressure against my entrance.
It takes all my control not to move my hips, and a hand rests on my stomach, holding me down in warning.
"Good girl," Hawk mutters. "You're learning."
I can only moan and hum in response, the gag digging into my cheeks. The rubbing slows down and I wait for them to pull back, but instead, they slowly push inside, filling me.
The gasp gets caught in my throat, my body tensing with both fear and pleasure as I'm filled inch by inch. I hear a groan, and oddly enough, I recognize Hawk's voice.
Fuck. Hawk's inside of me.
The bed shifts again and I feel Jett's body heat as he lays next to me, his hand cupping my chin as he whispers in my ear.
"You're taking his cock, Tempest. Does it feel good?"
More moans as my senses are overloaded. Between the restraints, the blindfold, the gag, and being filled completely, I can do nothing but feel.
Once Hawk is fully inside, he starts a quick pace, hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me hard. It's merciless—and I'd expect nothing less from him. Raising my hips off the bed, he holds them tight, balancing me on his quads.
Jett strokes my chin, continuing to whisper dirty little chants in my ear while squeezing my bouncing breasts. My wrists tug against the restraints, the cuffs rubbing my skin. I manage to grab the rope in my palms, holding onto it for support as Hawk fucks me deep.
The buzzing sound reaches my ears again and I know without a doubt, it's the wand. It's pressed into my clit, both Hawk and I moaning simultaneously as it vibrates and rolls through both of us.
Gentle fingers pinch my nipples, the contrast between the movements below setting me off. I crash and burn, riding the high as I come around Hawk, squeezing him with every inch of power I have. He waits until I'm finished, pulling back.
"You take it better than I expected," he hums, the bed moving as Jett leaves the space beside me. "Our good little slut."
A body crawls in between my thighs and there's another cock pressing into my body, spearing into me in one swift motion. Jett lets out a long groan, stilling for a moment to take it all in.
