Trey chuckled from the side of the room, the only one still dressed, but I wasn’t dumb enough to think that would stop him from joining in on the fun, if I enticed him enough.
So I poked his beast, “What are you laughing at, Daddy?” I licked my lips and shook my tits for him, in my restrained position, “You didn’t win after all.”
His smile fell, and he cocked his head to the side. There was my dark and dangerous beast. “Careful, Rey.” He warned, “Or I won’t wait my turn.”
“Hmm.” I hummed, “I didn’t know you were a rule follower.”
His lips tightened, but Dallin kept him in check as Parker wound the rope up into a weird webbing without ever looking up at me.
“Don’t even think about it.” Dallin warned, “Parker won this, fair and square.”
Trey licked his lips and started stripping down. “I’ll wait all night if I have to. I’ll still make her scream for me before I’m done.”
My pussy throbbed again as I riled my guys up. Parker may have won first pick, but I knew them well enough to know they would end up fucking me all together before we were done if I got my way.
And I always got my way.
Parker slid the rope up my legs and then wound the long tail around my torso and arms, silently working me into some sort of harness that matched the black leather one I was wearing as an appetizer.
“You’re going to cry so prettily for me before it’s over,” Parker whispered ominously and my heart thumped loudly in my chest.
He undid my wrists and tied them behind my back, attaching them to the ropes around my waist. “Now what?” I purred, trying to force him to tell me what else he was going to do to me so I could prepare. I knew they’d never hurt me more than I could handle, but the fear still crept into my stomach as I turned them all feral for me.
He didn’t reply, adding to the tension in the room as he started working the harness to a rigging point in the center of the room. I thought he meant to immobilize me with his fancy knots, but I should have known there were far more sinister plans in his mind that just that.
When I was hooked, he grabbed the pulley from the other side of the room and drew it, cinching the slack out of the line and creating pressure in the ropes around my body.
“Oh, God.” I gasped when the pressure built so much that my feet lifted off the floor and I fell into the ropes, as they supported me like a hammock seat. They held my weight under my thighs and across my back until I was almost six feet off the ground. “Parker.”
“Spreader bar.” He replied, nodding to me as Trey eagerly walked forward with the infamous metal bar in his hands.
“Wait.” I cocked my head to see them as I spun slowly in the air in my reclined position. “This was a one-player game.”
“Enter reinforcements.” Parker raised his brow at me as I spun enough to see him, “You didn’t think I’d leave them out when you let them play with me during your game, did you?”
“Parker.” I moaned and then shrieked when Trey’s powerful hands wrapped around my ankle, quickly fastening one and then the other into his toy.
It was about two feet wide, so it held my feet apart, but not exactly how I imagined when I saw it in his hold earlier.
“How is that?” Trey looked between my knees and up my body as I lifted my head to see him. My head was unsupported, so it fell backward unless I held myself in a crunched-up position.
“Fine.” I hissed and realized my mistake instantly.
He stared at me and clicked a button on the bar before sliding my legs apart so far that my hips burned almost instantly. “How about now?” He licked his lips, staring directly at my exposed pussy as I fought the contraption to close my knees at least, but it did no good.
“Perfect.” Parker hummed appreciatively from the wall before cocking his head to the side, “Well, almost.”
Trey grinned and grabbed a loose rope from the rigging point, attaching it to a ring on the bar. Then, Parker started lowering the entire thing, including me, until my ankles were suspended way above my head and spread wide apart.
I was effectively helpless.
And open.
And so fucking wet.
“This is called a seated suspension position.” Parker tied the thing off to a hook on the wall and sauntered toward me. “How does it feel? Are you comfortable?”
“Do you care?” I scoffed, fighting to keep my head up to stare at him.
“Yes.” He snapped, walking around to grab a handful of my hair and pull my head up, “Communication is one hundred percent necessary to make this enjoyable and safe for everyone Reyna. You know that.”
“I don’t like my head hanging upside down.” I admitted, “But other than that, it’s comfortable.”
I knew the ins and outs of rope use since Parker had often used it to bind me up before, just never in the air suspended before.
“Tingles, pinching, or pulling.” He stated as he slid something under the back of my head and attached it to the ropes above me. “You tell us immediately. Got it?”
With my head supported in a silk sling, I felt much more comfortable and nodded my agreement. “Got it.”
“Good.” He licked his lips and then stood at my ass, staring down at my exposed body. “Crop.”
My heart rate jumped even higher as Dallin smirked, grabbing the soft leather riding crop he’d picked out of the box.
“Parker.” I hissed in warning, but it was Dallin who replied.
“Did you know this rope harness makes your thick ass look even plumper?” He flicked his wrist and slapped the crop against my ass cheek, making me shriek and jerk from the burn. “Fuck, Rey.” He growled, grabbing my burning ass cheek and squeezing it as he admired the mark he left there. “Be a good girl and ask for another.”
“Fuck you.” I hissed and then screamed when he swung it and slapped my clit. “God!”
