Page 112 of Brazen Obsession

“Let her come.” Finn opens the cuffs and positions them where he wants them. His eyes meet mine. “I’m curious if she’ll get to the point where she won’t want to come. That it becomes painful.”

My breath catches. Is that a thing? Drew steps back, sucking his finger into his mouth with a wink.

“What’s your safe word, trouble?” Wyatt closes in on me. His leather scent so much richer than the room’s.

I tremble with the need to come. “Mercy, sir.”

Tonight I want to give in. I want him to take me the way he wants. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being his brat, but tonight...

He cups my jaw and his gaze flicks down my body like a physical caress. My pussy pulses. When Dante steps away, I wet my lips and Wyatt’s gaze stops there.

“A shame we won’t be able to fuck that pretty mouth.” His thumb rubs my bottom lip before he lowers his hand to my neck and pushes me back until I connect with the cross. “Step up.”

I try to look down, but Wyatt loosely holds my throat, preventing me. I blindly search for the foothold with my right foot. Someone takes hold of my foot and guides it into place before latching the cuff around my ankle.

He presses a soft kiss on the inside of my ankle.

“Put your weight on it, pip.” Dante caresses my calf as I do what he says.

“I’ve got you, flower.” Finn takes hold of my other foot and lifts it, spreading me wider than I thought I’d be. He sets my foot on the rest and cuffs my ankle before standing.

Dante is on my other side as they both take my hands and lift them, restraining them with the soft cuffs before drawing them taut. I’m completely helpless to these men who I love.

Drew steps forward with a piece of black silk. “You need to feel us tonight, princess.”

He ties the blindfold over my eyes. Wyatt’s hand remains on my neck even though I couldn’t move if I wanted to. The others move away, but I don’t know where anyone is. My breath is already harsh. The cross is solid against my back.

Wyatt’s hand is firm around my neck, but he doesn’t squeeze. Just holds me there.

My skin tingles with anticipation of their touch. There’s a helplessness I haven’t felt before. I can’t move my hands or legs. Not even my hips will lift. Whatever they decide to do to me, I won’t be an active participant.

I’ll feel it, but I won’t be able to move with them.

Wyatt tightens his grip around my throat, but not enough to restrict my breathing. His heat closes in on me and his exhaled breath washes over my lips. Fuck, I want him to kiss me.

“What do you think, trouble? Can you count how many orgasms you have tonight?”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper. His heat flows off him onto my naked body, but he doesn’t touch me anywhere except for my neck. Every inch of me shivers with the need for his touch.

He chuckles before brushing his nose against mine. Then his warmth is gone. I inhale his scent, taking what I can get. I can’t hear the others. They must have taken off their shoes.

Something soft and indistinct brushes over my belly. I suck in, not sure what it is. It’s not warm. It drifts over my hip bone, soft and tickly. I release my breath and wait for more. The same sensation begins on my upper arm while the other one drags down my thigh.

Another slides up my neck while a fourth teases my calf. My breath catches as my skin sizzles with the faint touches.

“Feathers?” I ask.

No one answers me, but I can sense them close by as the feathers dance over my skin. My skin practically buzzes with anticipation. My pussy aches for them. My nipples are tight and hard while my breasts are heavy. Every inch of me wants the heat of mouths, fingers, cocks.

Not teasing feathers.

They don’t seem to be in a hurry to move on from this teasing play. I try to sink into the feeling.

Something cool slides along my clit. I hold my breath, waiting. When it vibrates against me intimately, I gasp. My thighs try to pull together, but I’m stuck where I am. My clit throbs as the vibration winds me tighter. A warm kiss presses against the side of my breast capturing my attention, sending liquid heat coursing through me.

The feathers keep flitting across my skin as the kisses inch closer and closer to my nipple. The vibrator pushes me higher and higher. My lips part as I get so fucking close to falling over the edge.

The vibrator is gone and then shuts off. I whimper at the denial.