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It's no surprise that I make it up last, but once Jackson and Micah burst through the door, I'm thinking being the awkward first might be the worst.
Six screams, but then laughs when Jackson yells, “What the hell kind of kinky shit is going on in here?!”
The rest of us walk into the room to see what he’s shrieking about, finding Six with her ass up in the air, legs tied to opposite ends of the footboard. Her arms are bound as well, pulled down beneath her body and tied to the center of the footboard.
She and Bennet are laughing uncontrollably, having been startled out of…whatever it is they’re doing in here. Of course, she’s stuck in her position and unable to move, but Bennet is sitting on the bed next to her, wiping tears from his eyes.
Luis turns the light on.
“Rude,” Micah says.
“I just wanted to see the setup a little better,” Luis says, walking over to the bed and flicking something on or near Six’s ass.
Jackson chokes out a laugh. “Holy shit, Six. Your ass is red.”
Six is blushing so hard it’s spreading down her back. Sure enough, her ass is red too, but I don’t think that’s from blushing. There’s a clear handprint across her left ass cheek that I’m having trouble taking my eyes off.
“Can we not all stand around staring at my ass while I’m all trussed up and literally cannot move?”
Jackson moves closer, strumming one binding. “Wow, these are pretty tight. Neck ties? Nice.” Running his hand up her calf, he gets to the binding that is holding her knees down. “Did you rip a sheet?”
Bennet shrugs. “I didn’t have any rope.”
Luis looks at me. “He didn’t have any rope.”
I shrug and nod. “Seems legit.”
Micah is probably trying to be serious when he asks Bennet, “So, how long have you maintained that erection?”
Bennet picks up a pillow and holds it in front of him.
“Nu-uh. Nope. Put that down, or untie me. The ceiling light is glaring directly into my asshole right now. You do not get to cover up your stubborn cock,” yells Six.
“Why is it so hot when she says words like ‘asshole’ and ‘cock’?” Jackson asks me from across the room.
“Probably because she looks too sweet and innocent to have such a filthy mouth,” I answer.
Six scoffs, as if she weren’t face down on a mattress with her ass in the air. “You should talk, sweater vest!”
Even I have to laugh at that.
“Ooh, Six is feeling spicy tonight,” Jackson says through his laughter, reaching to tug on the rope holding her arms down between her legs. “What do you call this setup?”
“We were calling it fun,” Six mutters under her breath.
Bennet, his shoulders still shaking from laughter, makes eye contact with me and I almost see a lightbulb go off.
Oh boy.
“Lukas, are you going to let her get away with that sweater vest joke, or do you think she might need to be punished?”
Admittedly, I’m aroused and intrigued. But standing around in a well-lit room having people watch me try something new is a little outside my comfort zone. Bennet enjoys being in charge though, and he hasn’t gotten to have the same experiences that the rest of us have…together.
“I think you might be right. What’s on your mind?”
“Well, I was in the middle of turning her ass red for being sassy and mouthing off. And I was thinking that it was too bad I can't punish her mouth and her ass at the same time. But now that you're here…”
My mouth pulls up on one side, eyebrow quirked. “Seems like with so many of us here, we could punish her in all sorts of ways. And maybe Jackson too, for being a brat in general.”
