Steamy S*x Stories

Fúcked Raw, Then Strapped Down

All Holes Taken (5)

My body was limp and soaked in sweat and cÚm. My chest rose and fell with each breath and my thighs were still shaking. My lips glistened while my jaw hung open slightly, catching my breath.

And yet, I didn’t look away from them.

Jay sat forward on the couch, with his elbows on his knees. His chest was flushed, his cÓck already hard again between his thighs. Nolan leaned on the wall, arms crossed.

I licked the corner of my mouth, tasting Caleb’s cÚm on my tongue. My shaky voice came out almost quiet, but it was clear.

“I still want to get fÚcked again.”

Jay gave a low, stunned laugh. He looked me over, like he was trying to decide if I was serious.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“No,” Reid said, stepping in until he stood directly above me. “She’s not out of her mind. If she wants more cÓck in her, then she'll get that.”

Reid stared down at me while I lay on the rug, drenched in sweat and cÚm. My lips were parted. My chest lifted in jagged, uneven breaths. My skin prickled from the air and from the aftershocks still running through me. I could feel the stickiness between my thighs and the faint ache in my core. My nÍpples were still sore, the tips flushed and swollen from how long they had been used. Every inch of me trembled, inside and out.

I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. I just looked up at him with wide eyes. My body was completely exposed, while my limbs were too weak to move.

Reid crouched beside me. Then his hand reached for my jaw and tilted my face toward his. He didn’t hurt me and he didn’t even tighten his grip. But he made sure I couldn’t look away.

His eyes searched mine. There was no pity there, and no hesitation either.

“You want to get fÚcked again?” he asked.

My breath caught in my throat.

“Right now?”

I felt the words lodge in my chest. I nodded.

He moved in closer. His face came within inches of mine. I could feel the heat from his skin. I could smell the faint traces of sweat and sÉx still clinging to him.

“Then you need to understand something,” he said. “The way this works is going to change.”

I didn’t ask what he meant. I didn’t flinch. My eyes stayed on his. I felt the tension ripple through my stomach, but I didn’t look away.

He stood slowly and turned to glance at the others. “Help her to the ottoman.”

Jay was the first to move, followed closely by Nolan. Their hands were gentle, but they didn’t hesitate. One of them took my left arm, the other my right. I let them lift me up without protest. My legs buckled beneath me, but they held firm, guiding me across the room like I weighed nothing.

I could barely feel the carpet under my feet. I didn’t care.

They brought me to the ottoman that sat in front of the wide, deep couch. It was made of black leather and low to the ground, padded just enough to be comfortable. It looked ordinary. But I knew, somehow, Reid had chosen that ottoman for this exact purpose.

Jay lowered me first. Nolan followed, adjusting my body until I was sitting with my knees bent and legs parted. My breath caught again when Caleb appeared with a thick pillow and tucked it behind my lower back. His touch was quiet and he didn’t look at me.

Dane moved in next, slower than the others. He stood off to the side.

Then, I heard footsteps.

Reid had vanished while the others moved me. When I looked up, I saw him return from the hallway, a long, black wooden box held in his hands. It looked old and worn. The edges were scuffed, while the hinges slightly tarnished. He carried it like it was something precious.

He set it down on the rug in front of me.

My stomach twisted.

He knelt and opened the latch. The sound was quiet, but it cut through the silence.

Inside the box were toys.

There were leather cuffs with metal buckles, a soft beige rope coiled neatly in loops, a silk blindfold, folded twice, a paddle with padding on one side and smooth leather on the other. There was also a thin, stingy whip, nÍpple clamps with black rubber tips.

I gasped as I noticed two vibrators; one was small and discreet, while the other was larger and shaped for intensity. A heavy steel plug that caught the light. There was also a long, silver chain that looked cold even in the warmth of the room.

I swallowed hard.

I felt my pulse behind my ribs, in my wrists, and in my throat.

Reid didn’t look at the box. Rather, he looked at me.

“You know what these are for….” he said.

I nodded, “BD'SM. I want this.”

His eyes searched mine for a moment. Then, he ordered, “I want you to say your safe word,” he said. “Loud. So we all know what it is.”

My lips parted immediately, “Red. That's my safeword.”

His voice stayed even. “If it gets too much, use it once. If you use it twice, everything stops. Understand?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He didn’t blink. “Say it.”

“Yes. I understand.”

His expression didn’t soften, but something changed in his tone.

“Good girl.” he said.

He handed Nolan the cuffs and pointed to the ottoman. “Strap her in.”

I didn’t fight it.

My wrists were pulled above my head and fastened together with leather cuffs. They weren’t tight, but they held me. My ankles were spread and buckled to the legs of the ottoman. I was completely open and helpless.

The others stepped back to watch.

Reid picked up the blindfold and held it above my eyes. “Last chance.”

I raised my chin. “Do it. Blindfold me.”

He slid it over my face.

Darkness swallowed everything. My body tensed. I could hear movement around me, shifting feet, soft breath, maybe someone opening a bottle. But I couldn’t see.

That made it worse and that also made it better.

Something cold touched the inside of my thigh and I jumped.

Reid’s voice was close. “That was just the handle of the whip.”

I bit my lip.