A second set of hands land lightly on my hips, calluses pressing against my over-sensitized skin. Even knowing better, I jump. A rough laugh in front of me tells me what I already suspected from the touch. Gaeton. No one has hands quite as large as his. A moment later, his breath ghosts over my stomach, and then his tongue follows. I have to fight back a flinch. I love my body, but I’m not immune to body image issues. My stomach is soft, and there are several other body parts I’d prefer his mouth on if I had a choice.
Hook’s voice in my ear drags me back to the here and now. “Cross your wrists at the small of your back.”
I move slowly to obey. Too slowly, because Gaeton snags my wrists and guides them to where Hook wants. He pins them in place with a single hand and Hook tsks. “Are you planning on being difficult, Tink?”
“I’m always difficult.” My voice is breathy despite my best efforts.
“That’s the fucking truth,” Gaeton murmurs against my stomach. He bypasses the garter belt, and his tongue dips beneath the band of my panties. Not enough touch to do more than tease with the promise of later.
“Mmm.” Hook isn’t quite laughing at me, but he sounds like he wants to. I’ve had Doms of every flavor over the years, but he’s one of the few who doesn’t bother with the distant power thing. He’s amused and enjoying the hell out of himself already and isn’t bothering to play games. At least not games of emotional distance. He is playing games, though. “I suppose we’ll have to ensure she keeps her hands where we can see them.”
Gaeton keeps stroking my hips and pressing lazy kisses along the line of my panties. Despite myself, I relax, letting Hook’s hand on the back of my neck support me a little as I arch my hips against Gaeton’s mouth.
Then a third set of hands touch me. Soft palms. Long nails. Feminine.
I freeze, but she doesn’t seem to care if I’m at ease or not. She takes my wrists from Gaeton and presses them into a padded cuff. Every move speaks of a wealth of experience as she tests the tightness to ensure it’s not uncomfortable, and then her touch disappears and reappears on my other side. A cool metal bar replaces Hook’s hand at the base of my neck. I’m left wide open, unable to move my arms.
They shift around me, and Gaeton drags my panties down my legs. I put them on over the garter belt for exactly this reason, and Hook’s low curse is a reward in and of itself. “What a pretty picture you make.” He smooths his hands through my hair, and as the weight adjusts, I belatedly realize he’s braided it to keep it out of my face. Not that I can see while I’m wearing the blindfold, but Hook has his own reasons. He always has.
A cool press of a blade at my sternum and the bastard cuts off my bra. I jerk back, but the woman catches me. She’s slight, but she’s strong. Between her hands on my shoulders and Gaeton’s on my hips, they keep me on my feet. “What the fuck, Hook? Do you know how expensive that was?”
“Hold still.”
Part of me wants to obey, but I’ve already spent too much of this scene cowed. “Fuck off.”
I can hear his grin with his next command. “Hold her still.”
Gaeton’s grip changes, digging into my hips even as he nuzzles my pussy. The woman must take hold of the spreader bar because I’m forced to bend back until I’m leaning against her. I get a faint whiff of amber, and suddenly I know exactly who she is. Malone. The Golden Queen.
Holy shit, Hook has pulled out all the stops for this scene.
I fight because I can’t seem to help myself, because every time they forcibly still me, my desire spikes higher. Through it all, I track Hook’s footsteps as he circles us. He’s stepping heavy on purpose, letting me know exactly where he is, giving me something to ground myself with when the rest of the scene is so out of my control.
“The nipple clamps.” His voice comes from a short distance, so I know it’s not his hands that cup my breasts. It’s not his mouth that sucks my nipples to stiff peaks.
There are three other people in the room with us. I can’t quite wrap my mind around it. I know he likes to share, but this feels like something different altogether.
The third man fastens the nipple clamps and gives my breasts one last squeeze that’s just shy of painful. Gaeton is still teasing me, not quite licking, not giving me the contact I need. Malone has me forcibly immobile.