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Luis nods in my direction. “He does have big brat energy, doesn't he?”
“Don't even think about it, man. Number one, we're related and I'm not into that. Number two, I'm not sure my ass could take that tree trunk you call a dick.”
“I'm not sure mine could either,” Micah deadpans.
“There's only one person I'm sticking my dick in, and it isn't either of you.”
“Well, thank fuck for small favors. I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week—”
“Oh, my god…How is it I’m tied to a bed, butt naked, with my knees pulled apart and my ass in the air, surrounded by five men who have general permission to do whatever they want to me…but we’re all just standing around cracking jokes about Luis’ huge cock? Honestly, unless you’re putting it inside me, I don’t want to hear about it.”
All of us blink down at Six, a little shocked, but mostly amused at her outburst.
“Remember when she used to blush when you told her to eat?” I ask Bennet, walking closer but purposefully ignoring Six and continuing the banter just to frustrate her.
“Are you serious right now?”
Bending closer to her ear, I whisper, “Must be the sweater vest clouding my judgment.” And then, in a totally uncharacteristic moment, I give her ass a hard smack.
She lurches and cries out, her eyes wide with shock. “Did he just…”
“Oh, it’s on now…” Jackson says as he gets undressed.
Someone has the forethought to turn off the overhead light and turn on some side lamps instead, so the light isn’t as glaring. As I strip, I consider how much we’re all going to appreciate not missing Bennet, his absence having left a gaping hole that no one could look past.
I’m unsure if this is how it will always be, but I notice that I’m not the only one waiting for Bennet’s cues. I want to give him the opportunity to get comfortable with the idea of all of us in here together, and also it’s clear that he thrives on control. The ropes biting into Six’s ankles are evidence of that.
“Before we begin, it seems we have some brats to punish. Luckily, I have plenty more ‘rope’. Micah, would you mind?” He gestures to a mound of ripped sheets sitting on the table. Micah grabs a few lengths and stands beside Bennet, wrapping it over his arm like an electrical cord.
Bennet pauses, his hand on his chin, considering his options. Jackson eyes us warily, although he is clearly excited. His erection is jutting straight out, his eyes bright with mirth.
Six lets out an exasperated sigh at how long it’s taking anyone to touch her. One side of my mouth turns up in a smirk. Withholding is more fun than I thought it would be.
Just for fun, I sit and lounge back on the bed. Positioning myself so that I’m close enough for her to reach, if she had control of her arms that is, I lazily stroke myself.
Bennet catches my eye and winks approvingly.
Micah comes up with his own idea. “Jackson, would you mind holding Six’s hands?”
Jackson agrees, looking maybe a little disappointed that he isn’t about to get punished, but I see Micah’s ruse before he and Bennet jump on Jackson, holding him down. They tie his hands to Six’s, threading the ‘rope’ through her bindings. If he pulls too hard, he pulls on her, and in that position she can’t move far.
Jackson is now bent over the edge of the bed with his hands bound in front of him, his face maybe a foot from Six’s ass. Pushing up to his knees, he crawls forward to bury his face in her ass, licking her pussy from behind.
Six groans, finally getting a little relief.
“Jackson, I don’t think you understand how punishment works. You’re going to let him get away with that, Micah?” Bennet leans back against the dresser, casually watching how this is going to play out.
Micah grabs Jackson by the back of his thighs and jerks him back. Climbing up on the bed, he straddles Jackson backwards across his lower back to hold him down.
“Lukas—” Bennet gets my attention before tossing me some of his homemade rope. Following his lead, we each secure one of Jackson’s feet to opposite bed rails. So now Jackson is bent over the edge of the footboard, with his hands bound above his head and his legs spread and bound so he can’t move much more than Six can.
The two of them bound like this is quite a sight.
Six is groaning about being left wanting again.
“Luis, care to use your best asset to shut her up?” Bennet suggests.
Luis stalks to the front of the bed, and stroking her hair back, stares down at her. Six licks her lips. That seems to be permission enough. His hand tightens on the nape of her neck, lifting her head up. With her neck craned back, he has perfect access to her mouth.
