Page 49 of Feline Good

“Which scarf?” August replied as he laid her out on the bed, a teasing twinkle in his molten gaze as he thrust into her once again.

“Why do you need a scarf?” Maya breathed, only a hint of unease filtering through in her voice. August leaned down to take her lips, effectively distracting her. When he leaned away, one of the others had already moved in, covering her eyes with fabric so she saw nothing.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Maya voiced a protest, curiosity battling the titillation within her. Remembering the way Amir had dominated her last time, she could only imagine what else he had in store for her.

“Be patient, Maya. You’ll see, and you’ll love it.” Amir’s voice flowed over her senses like silk, a red wash of desire following in its wake.

Carefully, August retreated, sliding out of her and moving away. His warmth disappeared, and Asher continued searching through her closet, the sound of hangers sliding along the rod bouncing around the room. “You know, the red one she wore that day with the black dress—”

“Oh, that one! Yeah, it’s right— here!” August answered simply.

“What, did you guys watch me dress that day?” That would explain why they remembered it so well.

A light touched feathered across her shoulder, down her arm, drifting over her skin in the barest tease, and in response, goosebumps erupted across the expanse of her skin.

“Well, we had to get something out of being a cat, you know?” Asher’s voice was a lot closer than Maya expected, his breath brushing against her ear, sending more shivers across the rest of her exposed body. Is he the one touching me?Where did Amir go?

“And why not watch you change every day? Not all of us found as much amusement in TV as August did.”

“If I didn’t know you so well, that would sound creepy.”

“It’s good that you find us far from creepy, because you’re about to be all ours.”

Amir chimed in, nearer than before. “To do with as we please.” Someone’s hand grabbed her ankle, pulling her body closer to the edge of the bed. Before she could even speak, someone pushed her leg up, another grabbing her wrist and placing it just below her knee with her arm framing her leg. Fabric twisted around her thigh, securing her wrist just above her knee. She tried wiggling her wrist back and forth and found it was really not that uncomfortable when she gripped her shin. When they did the same to her other leg, she was bound, her legs bent until she was spread wide open for them. Chills erupted over her skin at such a vulnerable and exposed position. She only retained a tiny bit of control: how wide she could spread her legs. With her wrists tied to her thighs, Maya couldn’t straighten them at all.

Paired with the blindfold over her eyes, she couldn’t tell who was who, where they were, or what would happen next.

The total lack of control was… heady. A flush infused her body, excitement and arousal burning through her. Amir had been right, she did love it, and they hadn’t even touched her yet.

“She looks perfect.” She recognized Amir’s voice and beamed at the praise.

The two agreeing hums that followed were so similar she couldn’t tell who was who. Nor could she tell whose tongue suddenly danced over her nipple, playing with her jewelry. The tips hardened almost painfully, chills seeming to spread out from the points and skimming across her flesh. Hands, so many hands, roved her skin, the heat from their palms seeming that much more intense with her senses limited.

One explored between her legs, pulling a moan from her throat as the fingers massaged her clit, circling the bud in a frustrating tease. Another played with her other breast, cupping and tugging at the piercing until she gasped. A hand tightened in her hair, gripping the strands and pulling her head to the side for one of them to take her mouth. From the softness of the lips and the facial hair that scraped her cheeks, she knew it was Asher, and she smiled. His name fell from her lips when he pulled away, and without warning, all the hands and tongues caressing her flesh lifted away.

“Wait— what did I do?” Maya cried out, missing the contact instantly.

“She can’t know who’s who, so no kissing.”

Amir. Bossy little fucker.

Maya wasn’t sure how she felt about being the topic of conversation as if she wasn’t in the room. But when their hands touched her skin again, she decided she didn’t care.

Moans, gasps, and pleas fell from her lips as they worked her to the peak, only to back away and remove their touch when she came too close. She could scream, she was so frustrated. Tied as she was, she couldn’t gain any leverage to thrust or grind her hips into their fingers, hands, or mouths. One of them was between her legs, licking and sucking at her clit until she moaned and trembled, the others kissing and leaving marks across her breasts, chest, and neck. But whenever she felt the first beginning quivers of an orgasm, they left her hanging. Over. And over. And over again.

Her skin felt too tight, her breaths were shallow, and her thighs shook with the impending pleasure.

Their dark chuckles were her last straw, and she begged again, giving in.

“August, please fuck me! Please. I know you want to feel my soaked, tight pussy squeeze around your cock.” Hoarse, her voice rasped through the room in hopes the sweetest of her men would give in.

“Let us.”

“What do you mean? I want you to fuck me! I’m spread right the fuck open for you. What else can I say!” Maya was on the verge of tears, her frustration evident in her tone. She wanted them so desperately she could hardly function.

“Let. Go.” Amir’s dark voice melted over her like honey.

“What the fuck do you—” And then she got it.