Page 107 of Boys Who Hunt
A sudden tug at my arms makes my body yield as I’m dragged up the stairs and into the hallway.
I don’t know where I’m going. Pitch black is my only companion. My back slides across the wooden flooring as I’m pulled toward a room, still struggling to keep the moans at bay from all those damn vibrations.
Suddenly, I’m lifted from the floor with my arms above my head, and the rope tied around my wrists is wrapped around something hard above me, forcing me to stand. My legs are forced apart, and something is placed between them, my ankles strapped in place until I have no more motion in any of my limbs.
Finally, the light is turned on again, and I blink a couple of times as my eyes struggle to adjust.
Silas hovers right in front of me, the lethal smile on his face making me have a visceral reaction as I recoil against the restraints that hold me, to no avail.
I look up at my wrists, which are tied to a metal ring dangling from the ceiling in a room I don’t recognize. My gaze immediately goes down, and when I find the bar between my legs, I gasp in shock.
“Like the leg spreader?”
I can see Silas’s lips move but still can’t hear him.
I look around the room, which is filled with all kinds of furniture I’ve only ever seen on a BDSM site. A whole shelf is filled with allkinds of whips, chains, paddles, and another with tons of toys, and then another with a bunch of hooks and plugs and bars of all kind.
In the back is a chair with a hole in the seat, a big wooden horse, and a black cross.
“Welcome to our playground.”
Suddenly, the hearing aids are pushed back into my ears from the back, and my eyes veer to the right to see who it is.
“Did you enjoy your trip into sensory deprivation?” Heath asks.
“Fuck you,” I retort.
Silas grabs my throat. “Watch it, thief. We can take those senses of yours away again without so much as a fucking finger flick.”
His free hand rises until it nestles right between my slit, making me jolt in the straps as he begins to rub my most sensitive spot.
“Talking about finger flicking …” he murmurs, rolling his fingers around until it becomes harder and harder to breathe. “Some senses can even be heightened by lack of exposure.” He circles my most sensitive spot until I’m nearly panting. “And overexposure.”
“Fuck,” I murmur.
“That’ll do it,” he says, licking his lips as he slowly pulls his fingers away, leaving me feeling bereft and confused, even as he steps away.
Fuck, what have they done to me?
Suddenly, Heath spins around me with a tilted head, watching me suffer in these restraints as the buzzing between my legs reaches a pinnacle.
He’s so close. I can feel his breath on my skin, and his tongue dips out to lick my top lip. “Desperation tastes so sweet from your lips,” he murmurs. “Give in, little thief.”
“Fuck.” I shiver. “You.”
He laughs. “I’ll grant that fucking wish.”
He amps up the volume until I’m literally squealing out loud from the orgasm forcibly washing over me. I’m helpless to stop the tsunami of shivers flooding my body with lust.
Fuck him and that vibrator for feeling so damn good I can’t even make it stop.
“That’s enough.” Heath pulls the vibrator out, and an exasperated moan exits my body in a way I didn’t even know was possible. An animal, that’s what I sounded like, and those three fuckers definitely heard, judging from the absolute lusty grins on their faces.
And I … I nearly came just from him pulling it out.
Asshole.
“You made quite a mess there, Ivy,” he groans, gripping my face so tightly my lips are forced to open. “Go on. Taste yourself.”