“I know we have a lot of come back from.” Marcos said, his voice gravelly. “I know we need to rebuild trust and that will take a long time, but I hope you’re comfortable to play with us tonight.”
“I wouldn’t be here, if I wasn’t.” I gently reminded him. Grabbing his hand, I brought it up to the side of my face that Jason wasn’t touching. Marcos cupped my face and smiled as I pressed my lips to his palm. “I love you. All of you.” I make eye contact with each of them as tears welled in my eyes. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me. Actually listening,hearing me.” A sob broke out of me.
Jason pulled me into his chest by the hand cupping the side of my face. “Fuck, Darlin’. We didn’t mean to make you cry.”
I clung to him and tried to calm my breathing. I didn’t want to be crying. Fuck, I was going to ruin my makeup. Taking a calming breath, I pulled away and quickly dabbed away my tears. “I’m good. I’m good.”
“We don’t have to do this tonight,” Marcos said softly. “We can try again another night.”
“No!” I quickly stepped out of their arms. “No.” I grabbed the ropes and pushed them into Marcos’s hands. “Please, sir.” I looked up at him with doe eyes, then I slowly lowered myself to my knees.
I sat on my feet, keeping my back straight, shoulders back, head up. I licked my lips as I lowered my eyes to their intake of breath. “Fucking hell,” Nico groaned.
“Alright, Darlin’.” Jason nodded.
“Our turn, Mi Vida.”
Jason
WatchingMayagracefullydropto her knees was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The trust in her eyes as she lowered her body, the slight smirk on her lips, like she knew exactly what she was doing to us. Fuck, she was a God damned Goddess, and I was ready to worship every inch of her body.
I turned to Marcos, watching as he swallowed thickly, his eyes never leaving Maya. I nodded at him as he met my eyes. Yeah, he felt it.
Straightening, Marcos nodded back and pulled on the ropes in his hands, giving them an experimental tug. They wereof professional quality, already treated and conditioned—they would be soft against Maya’s skin while holding up to the strength and quality needed for suspension play.
I took a step back and walked over to the chair next to door, so I had a direct line of sight as Marcos circled Maya with the ropes.
Nico took up post on the opposite wall, leaning back to watch closely.
Marcos’s fingers dragged over Maya’s skin in a sinful caress. She shivered as her skin pebbled with anticipation. She kept her posture and patience, though, while she waited. Marcos dragged it out, turning it into a sensual dance as he slowly touched and caressed, taking his time as he wrapped the rope around her ankle and calf, tying knots as he went. He created a harness out of the knots and rope as he worked her lower body.
Maya’s breaths were still deep and languid. I made sure to watch for a hitch in her breath or any change in its rhythm. I made sure to keep cognizant of the scene as a whole—something I never did years ago.
Marcos and Maya fell into the zone, both of them falling into their sub and Dom space—neither of them fully aware of what was happening around them. It was why it was imperative that all of us stayed vigilant during the scene. There were too many variables.
As Marcos worked up Maya’s body, he tucked her arms up behind her so she was grabbing her elbows, before he continued with the ropes. Once he created two separate harnesses out of the ropes and Maya’s body was covered in knots over her clothes, Marcos tilted her head up to look at him.
From across the room, I could see how dilated her eyes were, how quickly she was already falling into subspace. His thumb ran over her lower lip and she waited for direction. “Good girl,” Marcos murmured.
Nico shifted against the wall, adjusting his cock his in pants.
Marcos slid his thumb past Maya’s lips and smirked. “Such an obedient little thing.”
Maya whimpered and sucked his thumb, her cheeks hollowing out as her eyelids fell to half-mast.
Marcos pulled his thumb from her mouth and circled around her. He grabbed yet another rope and began looping it through the harnesses he made. Soon Maya was hanging from the I-beam, dangling in the middle of the room. Her hips and shoulders were hung from separate ropes, using carabiner’s to be able to adjust her height or angle. It was a thing of beauty and Marcos was a pro.
"Hot damn," Nico groaned as he kicked off the wall and began to circle Maya’s body slowly.
Maya lifted her head to look around the dimly lit room at us. She licked her lips as her eyes tracking Nico.
“Gentlemen, it seems we caught ourselves a toy to play with,” Marcos said.
“We should have stripped her bare,” I muttered, my voice raspy.
“We’ll cut the clothes from her body when we need to.” Marcos smirked.
Maya’s eyes closed and her head fell forward, dangling.
