“Stand up,” Blade’s voice slices through the thick air, commanding and firm, leaving no room for hesitation.
I hesitate for a moment, but the tug on the ropes around my wrists leaves me no choice. I stand, my legs shaky as they guide me to another part of the room. I can feel their hands on me, steadying me, directing me, until I’m standing in front ofwhat feels like a piece of furniture—something solid and curved.
“Bend over,” Blade orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I obey, bending over the curved surface, my stomach pressing against the cool material. The position forces my ass into the air, my legs spread slightly as I try to balance myself. My heart is pounding in my chest, the vulnerability of the position making me feel both exposed and exhilarated.
I feel their hands on me again, this time working to secure my legs to the chair. Straps are fastened around my thighs, pulling my legs apart until I’m completely immobilized. The sensation is overwhelming, the combination of restraint and exposure sending a rush of heat through my body.
“Good girl,” Blade murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through me. “Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions.”
The final strap is tightened, securing me in place, and I’m left with nothing but the sound of my breathing and the anticipation of what’s to come. I can feel their eyes on me, the weight of their gazes as they take in my vulnerable position. The air is thick with tension, and I know that whatever happens next, it’s going to push me to my limits.
30
Istep back, taking in the sight of Red strapped to the chair, her body completely restrained and vulnerable. Her arms are chained over the sides of the chair, her chin hanging just off the edge. The position forces her chest down against the curved surface, leaving her back and ass exposed, completely at our mercy.
Shadow is beside her, his fingers deftly working as he braids her hair. Once he’s finished, he places the braid delicately over her shoulder, ensuring it’s out of the way. The gesture is almost tender, a sharp contrast to the intensity of the situation. It only adds to the anticipation, the tension thick in the air.
My gaze travels over the exposed curve of her back, her spine arching slightly as she tries to maintain her composure. I can feel her nervous energy, the way her body tenses and relaxes with each breath, waiting for what comes next.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my knife, the familiar weight comforting in my hand. The blade catches the low light as I step closer, positioning myself behind her. I bring the flat of the blade to her skin, letting it rest just between hershoulder blades. The contact is cool, almost soothing, but I can see the way she stiffens, a shiver running down her spine as she feels the cold metal against her flesh.
I start with her bra, sliding the knife beneath the straps. With a quick, deliberate motion, I slice through the fabric, watching as the straps fall away, leaving her upper body fully exposed. Her chest remains pressed against the chair, but I can imagine the way her breasts must be pressed against the hard surface, her nipples likely hardening from the cool air and the tension in the room.
Next, I move to her panties, my hand steady as I slide the blade along the side of the delicate lace. The fabric offers no resistance as I cut through it, letting the ruined panties slip down her legs, leaving her completely bare. Her skin flushes under the exposure, a deep pink spreading across her back and down to the swell of her ass.
I take my time, dragging the knife gently along her side, tracing the curve of her waist, the dip of her hip. I’m careful, making sure the blade never breaks the skin, but presses just hard enough for her to feel every inch of the cold steel.
She whimpers softly under my touch, a sound that’s a mixture of fear and arousal. I can see her legs straining slightly against the straps, trying to close herself off instinctively, but she’s held too securely, too tightly. She’s completely at our mercy, and she knows it.
“Good girl,” I murmur, letting the tip of the knife glide along her inner thigh, close enough to her pussy to make her squirm, but not quite touching. Her body reacts, trembling slightly, the tension in her palpable. Her breathing quickens, and I can tell she’s trying to process the sensations—fear, arousal, anticipation—all mingling together.
I continue to drag the blade along her skin, each movement slow and deliberate, keeping her teetering on the edge.Her whimpers grow louder, her body writhing against the restraints as she struggles to cope with the overwhelming sensations. She’s caught between the desire to surrender and the instinct to fight, but I know it’s only a matter of time before she fully givesin.
31
Almost as soon as I feel the blade pull away, the sharp sting of a hand striking my bare ass hits me. I gasp, my breath faltering for a moment, caught off guard by the sudden act. Just as the sensation settles in, another smack lands, harder this time, and a low moan escapes my lips. The sounds around me blur together—shuffling feet, the rustle of clothes—until the third strike hits, sending a shudder through my entire body.
“Oh God,” I whimper, my voice breathy and desperate. The heat between my legs becomes unbearable, and I feel the slickness of my arousal begin to drip down my thigh. Just then, I feel a tongue trace a slow, deliberate line along my pussy, teasing me from behind.
“Not God, kitten.” Blade’s deep, commanding voice cuts through the haze in front of me. His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing my head up. Before I can respond, his cock is thrust into my mouth while the mouth working on me from behind seals itself over my pussy, sucking and licking with ruthless precision.
Blade is swift, firm, and the taste of him overwhelms mysenses, his flavor filling my mouth, earthy and intoxicating. There’s a hint of something musky, like a blend of dark vanilla and forest air after rain. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good, Red.”
I whimper as I take him in deeper, my teeth lightly grazing along his length. He growls in response, tightening his grip on my hair, pulling my head down farther as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.
Panic rises in my chest as I struggle to breathe around him, but he doesn't let up. He holds me firmly in place, my throat constricting around him as I fight for air. Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he suddenly pulls back, releasing his grip on my hair. Gasping for air, I hear him laughing above me.
"Don't forget to breathe, Red," he mockingly reminds me in a calm tone. Though I am blindfolded, I can feel the amusement radiating off of him. His words are like ice, cool and composed, and yet they only stoke the fire within me even more.
Behind me, the skilled tongue and fingers play me like an instrument. They work in tandem, teasing me just to the edge before pulling back, leaving me panting, desperate for release. The torture of it only makes the pleasure sweeter, more intense. Every nerve in my body is on fire, the stinging pain of the spanking mingling with the pleasure surging from both ends of me.
I lose myself to the sensation—the hard surface of the chair beneath me, the way Blade’s cock fills my mouth, the relentless mouth and fingers driving me mad with need. My moans are muffled, but they grow louder, vibrating against Blade’s cock as I teeter closer to the edge.
Then, without warning, Blade pulls away, leaving me gasping and disoriented. He replaces his cock with hisfingers, brushing them across my lips, waiting for me to obediently take them in. I do, mouthing them eagerly, whimpering around them as my body quakes with unsatisfied desire.
Behind me, the man pleasuring me growls low in his throat, his grip tightening on my hips as he works me harder, faster. His tongue flicks mercilessly over my clit, pushing me closer and closer to the release I’ve been craving. My body convulses, caught between the mounting pleasure and the tension of being restrained, my back arching as I cling to the sensation.
