She wasn’t normally a girl who pouted to get her way, but in this case, she pushed her bottom lip out petulantly. “That’s really not fair, you know.”
“No one said tonight was going to be fair, kitten,” Declan said, bending down to remove her heels before taking her hand and pulling her up so that she was standing on her bare feet.
He grabbed the restraints he’d left on the bed and led her to a charcoal-gray area rug that was laid out on the floor in the middle of the room, the thick woven material surprisingly soft and cushioned beneath her toes. With Declan standing in front of her, Rick came up behind her and slipped the blindfold over her eyes and adjusted the elastic strap around the back of her head. The last thing she saw was the raw hunger and lust darkening Declan’s gaze before everything around her disappeared and she lost her sense of sight.
An unexpected jolt of panic surged through her, and Rick must have detected her initial trepidation, because he was quick to soothe her.
“Just relax and focus on every touch, every caress, every sensation,” he said from behind her. “Like this,” he added as he swept her hair to the side and skimmed his warm, damp lips along the curve of her neck.
She shivered, desire quickly chasing away any last lingering bit of tension and unease.
“And this,” Declan murmured from his position in front of her as he pushed the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders and began tugging the garment down and off her body.
Just as they’d both told her, without the use of her vision, everything else was so acute. The torrid scrape of fabric against her bare breasts as they were exposed. Declan’s fingers trailing along her waist and hips as he continued peeling the material off her body. The harsh exhale of his breath as the dress dropped to the floor, quickly followed by him removing her thong so that she was completely naked and vulnerable in front of them. It was all she could do not to cover herself with her hands and arms.
“So fucking beautiful,” Declan growled, his voice rough with arousal. “Every single inch of you.”
Her nipples furled so tight they ached. Her stomach fluttered, and her sex throbbed. She’d thought she’d be embarrassed being naked in front of two extremely hot men, even a little self-conscious about her fuller figure and lush curves, but Declan’s words emboldened her and made her feel so incredibly sexy and desirable.
She heard the light jangle of chains before Declan spoke again. “Rick and I are going to put the restraints on you now,” he said, giving her a few moments to prepare for what came next.
In silence, both men worked in tandem, and from what she could tell, it was Rick who secured the leather, fur-lined cuffs around her wrists while Declan crouched in front of her and buckled a thick band of leather around each of her thighs. She could feel a short amount of chain dangling from her cuffs, but when Declan grabbed each hand and clipped them to the bindings around her thighs, she realized her wrists were locked to her sides with no way to move her arms. The rest of her, however, could be moved and positioned at will, essentially giving Declan and Rick complete control over her body.
With the blindfold in place, she no longer had her eyesight, and now they’d just taken away her ability to touch, as well. Instead of doubts or uncertainties, she was hit with an undeniable excitement of what would happen next.
Declan’s warm, slightly calloused palms skimmed back up along her hips and waist as he straightened in front of her again. He stepped closer, his bare chest brushing lightly against her straining breasts, and she had to resist the urge to rub up against him.
His lips brushed softly along her cheek and up to her ear. “Hmmm. There’s so much I want to do to you, I’m not sure where to start,” he mused.
She tried to turn her head, seeking the warmth of those lips on hers. “How about with my mouth?” she suggested.
A hand cupped the side of her face to hold her in place, while his thumb caressed her lower lip, tugging it open so he could slip the tip of that finger inside. “Which begs the question . . . should I kiss your mouth or fuck it?”
“Both,” she replied, and feeling brazen, she sucked on his thumb.
“Jesus,” he groaned, and pushed that finger deeper into her mouth, stroking it erotically against her tongue.
Rick chuckled into her ear from behind. “See, no inhibitions,” he said of how daring the blindfold was making her. “Give the sweet girl what she wants, Declan.”
Framing her face in his big hands, Declan tipped her head back and captured her lips in a blistering-hot kiss. One that was so hungry and demanding she had no choice but to let him have his way with her mouth. His tongue swept inside, stroking deep in a wild, unrelenting show of possession she reveled in and succumbed to wholly and completely with a soft, mewling sound in the back of her throat. He tasted dark and addicting—like heated lust blended with spice and a hint of bourbon.
As her mind spun and her knees went weak, Declan all but devoured her mouth in a seductive tangle of lips and tongue, while Rick clutched her hips and tucked her bare ass up against the erection still covered in soft cotton. His breathing was heavy on her neck as he ground against her in a move deliciously suggestive of sex that had her shamelessly, instinctively pushing back against him.
Those same hands slid up her ribs, until Rick’s fingers grazed the undersides of her breasts before taking them both in his palms to squeeze and fondle the full flesh. His teeth grazed the slope of one shoulder, gently biting and causing goose bumps to scatter across her skin. When Rick took her nipples between his fingers and tugged those sensitive peaks until they were painfully tight, she moaned desperately against Declan’s kiss.
He finally released her mouth, but she barely had time to catch her breath before Declan’s lips closed over one of the taut nipples Rick had brought to a stiff, aching point. He laved her breast with his tongue and sucked her hard and deep while Rick continued to tweak those throbbing tips. All she could manage was a whimper in response. Between the two of them—one tormenting her with his fingers and the other driving her insane with his wicked mouth—so many sensations battered her it was like being pulled into a riptide without a life preserver to keep her from drowning in the overwhelming pleasure they forced her to endure.
With one last lick across one of her nipples, Declan’s mouth was gone. “Give me the nipple clamps,” he said to Rick, his voice gruff. “And bring the other things over, too.”
Other things . . . such as the anal toy and the crop she’d selected. A fresh wave of anticipation curled in her belly, and arousal slickened the insides of her thighs as she heard Rick return with the items Declan had requested.
“Are you sure about these clamps?” Declan murmured as he rasped a thumb across one rigid tip, making her body start from how sensitive she already was. “It’s going to fucking hurt and feel like you’re being bitten. Hard.”
She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t apprehensive about the pain Declan was about to inflict, but she wasn’t about to back out now. “I’m . . . I’m sure.”
Something cool and metal surrounded her nipple, and as the clamp started tightening and she mentally prepared herself for that pinch, a stinging swat to her ass completely jolted her nerve receptors in two different directions. She gasped, then moaned as the slow burn spreading across her backside competed with the sharp, unrelenting twinge of her nipple being confined by those little jaws of steel. But she refused to complain about any discomfort, considering she’d been the one to choose both the crop and clamps.