Sean blistered the air with his curse. 'I ought to beat you for even thinking it.'
The threat inflamed me. My blood zinged from our wrestling match and the feel of his cock jabbing me through his clothes was far from calming. I wanted to spread my legs and take him, just tug down his zip and impale myself through that ridiculous crotchless corset. He must have read my mind because he grunted, hitched me higher and headed towards the fire. Setting me down, he forced me to my knees on a padded platform. Blindfolded or not, I knew it wasn't part of my original decor.
My nostrils flared. Above the tang of communal arousal, I smelled leather and beeswax. I could well imagine what uses the leather might be put to.
'Give me a hand,' Sean said to the others.
They leapt to do his bidding. This might have been my house, but tonight Sean ruled.
His cohorts wrapped my wrists, waist, and lower thighs in fur-lined manacles. Clinking chains held the bindings taut and held me spread-eagled on my knees. The waist-belt hugged me from rib to hip. The thigh manacles were almost as big, but the wrist-cuffs matched the width of a woman's hand. As much embrace as restraint, the get-up inspired the same pleasure the corset had. I could struggle as hard as I wished with no fear of getting free. I moaned when someone patted my bottom. At that point, I didn't care how loud I was or how many people heard me.
I hoped enjoyment wouldn't be mistaken for submission, because I couldn't hide what this did to me. I threw my weight against the chains, testing their comfort and strength. The fur was soft, the leather hard. The metal clanked like Charles Dickens' Christmas ghost. It was good.
'Babe,' Sean said, 'you were born for bondage.'
The air moved as he bent closer. To my surprise, he kissed me - a hungry, open-mouthed kiss, really eating at my mouth as if he couldn't bear to leave one morsel unsucked. As though that were a signal, the watchers closed in on me. Soft lips captured the peak of my breast. Amy's, I thought, until I felt the slightest scrape of beard. A zip rasped. A long, hard cock caressed the back of my thigh. Hands teased the hair that curled from my mound, fluffing and tugging, but never touching skin. Someone licked the crook of my elbow. I shivered. That had to be Amy. The unfamiliar cock slid higher until its swollen knot pressed the curve where my buttock met my thigh. Its owner moaned and clenched my hip. A drop of pre-come wet my skin. My * heated and swelled. My clit peeped out between my lips, catching the brush of a small, light finger. I twitched at the glancing contact and kissed Sean harder, vowing I wouldn't plead - not me -but, boy, was I tempted.
All at once, my tormenters fell away. Someone did up his trousers. I steadied my breathing as well as I could.
Sean's rough hand swept a curl from my forehead. 'Now say thank you, babe.'
"Thank you, babe,' I parroted.
This time my cheek received the open-handed slap. 'Say "Thank you, sir" or I won't remove that blindfold.'
I hesitated, then decided getting the damn thing off would be worth it. 'Thank you, sir.'
He laughed. For a moment, I thought he'd leave the blindfold on just to tease me, but to my relief he removed it.
I blinked to clear my vision and again to clear my head. My cosy living room had been transformed into a bondage chapel. Flowing black velvet masked the windows, my antique furniture was shoved to the walls, and white candles flickered on every surface that would hold them. If I'd known, I'd never have dared wrestle Sean to the floor. Lou had thrown something into the fireplace to make the wood burn blue. The eerie light glinted off the stainless steel apparatus that held me prisoner.
Have bondage frame, will travel, I thought. I concluded the contraption must belong to Lulu or Amy. It certainly wasn't mine. I'd never tried anything this kinky - though I might have fantasised once or twice about tying down my ex.
A man I'd never seen before stepped into my field of vision. He had big brown eyes and an ash-brown crew cut - a regular GI Joe in his khaki T-shirt and camouflage trousers. Shoeless, his bare feet paddled in the carpet, long and thin. Even by firelight, I perceived a body so honed he could have done fitness ads. He had big shoulders, a narrow waist, and precious little body hair. His equipment filled his trousers like an extra pair of socks. Did that bulge contain the towering love tool I'd felt rubbing up my thigh? Whether it did or not, I must admit my jaw dropped in admiration.
'Like my toy?' he drawled, gesturing to the rack. His voice gave his identity away.
'Lulu,' I exclaimed. 'I mean, Lou.'
'In the flesh.' He preened and I saw a shadow of the striking woman who'd delivered Sean's invitation.
'Enough chatter,' Sean said. 'Pull the rack to the centre of the room.'
Both Amy and Lou jumped into action. They unlocked the wheels and turned me around until the fire warmed my front. Then they locked it down again.