“We’re definitely making use of this.” Renzo’s rough voice grated out. “Next time.” A whip cracked lightly in the air.
I flinched away from the sound and bumped into a warm body. Hands settled on my waist and nudged me backward. Alessio or Matteo? The backs of my legs hit the bed, and I sank onto the soft mattress.
“Scoot to the middle and lean back.” Alessio’s voice came from my right, a different direction from the hands that had guided me. I’d lost all sense of who stood where.
“Are you ready?” Matteo asked.
“Yes.” My voice was a low whisper, my need evident in the single word.
Clothes whispered in decadent caresses, and I recognized the sounds of suits being discarded piece by piece. Zippers lowered, and I groaned. “The anticipation is killing me.”
“That’s part of the fun. Oh, and you get three thrusts before you have to guess,” Renzo said, but no one touched me.
Footsteps shuffled, followed by a low conversation that didn’t quite reach my ears.
“Here’s the best part, sweetheart.” Renzo’s deep laugh filled the room. “You can’t touch us. That’s cheating. We get to do anything we want to you, and you keep your hands down.”
“Might want to tie my hands up if that’s how you want it.” I locked my hands together and raised them over my head. “Because I already know I’m not going to be able to resist.”
“Damn, now that is a glorious thought.” Alessio’s voice.
The bed dipped, and a soft rope wrapped around my wrists. My hands were bound together and the rope tied off at the head of the bed. The weight beside me disappeared.
I tugged on the rope a few times, checking that it wouldn’t give.
The bed dipped again. My heart threatened to thump right out of my chest when a single finger ran down the center of my stomach and then lower.
I bit my bottom lip, a tremble already racing through me.
Just before the finger slid into me, it withdrew and a heavy body settled over me. I moaned at the feel of a cock pressing close. Would I be able to tell them apart? The thrust was slow and steady, filling me gently but purposefully. Hips rocked, and I rose to meet the tentative movement. Heat swept through me when the tempo increased, the cock withdrawing to the tip and then plunging deep and fast.
“Fuck that feels good. Oh damn I don’t want you to stop.”
The third thrust almost made me come, but then the cock withdrew. Seconds ticked past.
“Who was it?” Renzo asked.
I wet my lips and twisted my hips. “Alessio.”
“Wrong.” Matteo was quick to answer, then a body joined me on the bed. “And here’s your punishment.”
A pulsing vibration settled between my legs. Matteo filled me with the dildo, and a thick knob vibrated against my clit. “Holy fuck.” My head thrashed to the side. “I thought you said it was a punishment.”
“It is.” Matteo bit the side of my breast. “It’s a punishment because you don’t have a real dick inside you. And you don’t get to come.” He thrust the dildo harder and faster, pumping me toward an orgasm with every stroke.
I arched upward when he removed it. “Fuck me. If that’s the damned punishment, I might get them all wrong on purpose.”
“Oh, trust me, they’re not the same.” Alessio’s voice had a darkness to it that delighted me.
Silence held fast and firm for several seconds as they stood back and watched me. I felt the weight of their gazes and languished in the scorching caresses.
The next body to cover me was familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. Without my hands, I had to trust my other senses, but I was so distraught by every sensation that I lacked the ability tojudge. A thick, heavy cock pressed deep, fully seating inside me in one single motion.
I rose to meet the second and third thrusts, the back of my head digging into the pillow as I sought the release just out of my grasp. “Renzo.”
“Wrong.” Alessio’s voice tickled my ear. “And now you will understand what I mean.” Something heavy and hard pressed into my entrance.
A cold chill shivered down my spine at the unfamiliar object. The length and girth were similar to Alessio, but I didn’t recognize the thick ridges scraping and tugging.
