Rick chuckled, clearly amused by her startled response, and she yelped as he slapped the back of her thigh with the crop just as Declan attached the second torture device to her other breast. Before she could assimilate the dual pain, Rick added yet another scathing strike of the leather tip against her feminine mound that had her crying out in a combination of shock and startling pleasure.
“More?” Rick asked, this time very gently tapping the crop against the upper swell of her breast.
The adrenaline rush of being blindfolded and not knowing where he’d strike next had Summer’s heart racing. “N-n-no, thank you.” Her voice was breathy, soft, and a little shaky.
“So polite,” Declan murmured, his tone pleased. “Open your legs for me, kitten. I want to see just how much you liked the crop and those nipple clamps.”
With her hands still strapped to her sides, she moved her feet apart as he’d ordered and shuddered when his fingers pushed between her thighs. His touch felt electric, amplifying her need with that slow, deep, seductive stroke.
He skimmed his lips along her jaw, his breath hot and damp against her skin. “You’re fucking soaked, kitten,” he said, his voice like gravel as he swept his thumb much too lightly over her aching clit. “Such a dirty girl who likes it a bit rough with us in charge, don’t you?”
She nodded jerkily, unable to deny the truth of his statement. “Yes.”
His mouth pressed against her ear. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had my mouth on a woman’s pussy?” he asked, though he didn’t wait for her to reply. “Much longer than I’ve gone without sex. And I can’t wait to taste how sweet yours is and feel you come all over my tongue before I make you suck my cock.”
Her entire body flushed at his indecent words and how much she wanted the same thing. She heard Declan move and also heard the sound of something being taken out of a package. When he caressed his palms up her thighs and used his thumbs to part her wet, swollen flesh as he reached the apex, she realized that he was now kneeling in front of her—most likely staring at the most intimate part of her.
“Brace her,” Declan said, and Summer wasn’t sure what he meant until she felt Rick move up behind her again.
His muscular arm circled around her, pulling her back against the heat and strength of his naked chest. Rick’s hold on her was steady and firm, giving her the support she needed to keep standing when Declan lifted one of her legs and draped it over his shoulder to keep her thighs spread open. Expecting to feel his warm mouth on her next, she was unprepared for the cold steel toy that he pushed between her legs, liberally coating the sphere with her slick moisture before sliding it farther back, to her untried, forbidden place.
She sucked in a startled breath and instinctively tensed as he slowly worked the head of the plug past that tight ring of muscles. She wanted to protest the strange invasion and increasing burning sensation but instead whimpered as the large tip continued to try and stretch her open to accommodate the girth of the toy.
“Oh, God, I can’t,” she panted, certain the device would never fit. And if that was the case, how was she eventually going to take both men without splitting apart?
“You can,” Rick assured her gently but firmly, his arm tightening around her waist. “Just relax and don’t fight it.”
“It’s not possible,” she said on a sob of breath.
“Let’s give her something more enjoyable to focus on,” Declan said, and as if Rick knew what he meant, they both proceeded to divert her attention elsewhere at the same time, but in different ways that were equally distracting and pleasurable.
With his free hand, Rick turned her head toward his and slanted his lips over hers in a hot, demanding kiss at the exact moment that Declan’s mouth latched on to her pussy in an equally relentless quest to focus her mind elsewhere. A wave of dizziness crashed over her as Rick deepened their kiss and Declan ate at her like a man starved. The heat and hunger of his mouth between her legs paired with the hard, fast swirl of his tongue had her entire body seizing up with desire. He lashed her pulsing clit without leniency, strumming across that sensitive flesh again and again, taking her to the brink of orgasm in a flash—and keeping her right on the edge of release.
Rick’s long, deep, fevered kisses added to her delirium, and she became one giant, trembling, aching, whimpering ball of need. Unable to speak or reach out to grab fistfuls of Declan’s hair because of her restraints, she rocked her hips against his mouth in a silent plea to give her the release she craved so desperately.
As if the men knew exactly what they were doing and the results it would produce, Declan pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on that hard knot of flesh at the same time that Rick released her nipples from the clamps. A moan unraveled through Summer as blood surged back into the sensitive tips in a rush of tingling heat and throbbing need that gathered right where Declan centered all of his attention. Where his lips and tongue did dirty, filthy things to her pussy that had her climbing out of her skin, at the same time that he tunneled the anal plug the rest of its way inside her channel.
She cried out against Rick’s lips as she came so hard she saw stars beneath the blindfold. The climax that claimed her was so all-consuming, so overwhelmingly powerful, that she was only vaguely aware of the uncomfortable stretching, burning fullness of the toy filling her—and no longer cared. Not when she’d just experienced such sublime ecstasy.
Her legs went wobbly, and Rick anchored his arm more securely around her waist so she didn’t fall to the floor in a heap of boneless satisfaction.
“That was so fucking hot,” Declan growled, this voice thick with arousal as she sensed him standing back up again. “Put her on her knees, Rick,” he ordered.
Replete from her orgasm and still shackled, Summer followed Rick’s lead as he lowered her down to the floor so that she was kneeling on the soft, cushiony rug, her thighs spread a few inches apart. He settled in behind her, his hands caressing her bare skin on her shoulders and down her arms as she leaned back against him while the unmistakable sound of Declan removing his briefs came from somewhere in front of her.
She knew what this position meant . . . he’d kissed her mouth, and now he intended to fuck it. She licked her bottom lip in anticipation and startled when she felt his warm, callused fingers touch her face. She was even more shocked when Declan lifted the sleep mask off her eyes and removed it completely.
She blinked a few times, letting her gaze adjust to the dim lighting in the room, as well as the mouthwatering masculinity awaiting her. Declan stood completely naked in front of her, and her first thought was that she really wanted to lean forward and lick his taut abs. And the second was that the thick, erect cock only inches away from her face was going to be a whole lot more than a mouthful.
She inhaled the heady, musky scent of him, and a heavy craving gnawed at her, pulsing low in her belly. She shifted restlessly, impatiently waiting for Declan to issue his next command.
He surprised her again when he tucked two fingers beneath her chin and tipped her head back a few inches, until her eyes met his. His gaze was undeniably aroused. Dilated. Dark and hungry. All for her.
“I want your eyes up here as much as possible while you’re sucking me off,” he murmured. “Understand?”