Bind Me (Private Listing #2)

Noah stands. “We’ll type up the details later and sign the agreement, but I want to show Madison our play room.”

I straighten and warmth floods my chilled body. My curiosity is epic for this so-called play room. I remember the smell of leather and the softness of the furniture beneath me, but I can’t help envisioning torture-like racks and swings and weird bondage masks. Which honestly, might freak me out.

Noah holds out his hand for mine. I don’t hesitate to take it. He helps me stand as the others rise. I dip down to grab my shoes and then let Noah lead me to the elevator with the others.

“Are you sore?” Seth asks as the elevator arrives and we step on.

My cheeks flush hot as I shake my head. “No.”

Blake draws me back against his front, holding my hips against his. I can feel his hard, thick length against my ass, making me wetter. When Noah squeezes my hand, I meet his heated, darkened eyes. Awareness floods me.

The mood shifts in the elevator as they all close in on me. My heart races in anticipation. My breath catches in my chest as I look at the men who are mine. For now. For as long as they want me.

Coop trails his hand down the side of my neck. “You’re healing nicely, sweetheart.”

His touch is light, not hard enough to reach the bruised muscles, and sends shivers down my spine. Seth captures my other hand and brings my knuckles to his lips, brushing a kiss across them.

The elevator stops way too quickly, in my opinion, and it opens into the hallway outside our apartment. As we step out, Noah draws me into his arms, separating me from the others.

Coop slides his access card into the door, and we all walk in. Noah leads me to a door that looks like it should be a closet of some sort. It gives the illusion of being insignificant, like there wouldn’t be enough space for a room to be behind it.

Seth holds the door open as Noah leads me into a small corridor that opens up to a decent-sized room. My eyes flit between everything, taking in the leather-covered furniture in weird shapes. There are no racks or whips on the walls or weird rubber suits.

I don’t know whether or not to be disappointed. The furniture just looks like furniture at first glance. The walls are painted a deep cerulean blue. It’s nice.

Stepping into the room, I run my hand over a leather bench. Against one wall is a four-poster canopy bed without fabric draped over the top. There’s a chaise-lounge-looking seat that must be where they fucked me last time.

Feeling hot all over, I walk toward a bench-like thing, and I wouldn’t have known what it was for if Noah hadn’t shown me a picture of it earlier. He wants to bind me to this so I won’t move while he uses me. So he can do what he wants with me. I squeeze my thighs together at the achy need throbbing in my pussy.

“The sheets are silk.” Coop’s deep voice draws my gaze to the bed.

It’s a standard king size, so not big enough for all of us to sleep on together. As I look at it, I catch details. There are metal loops and holds all around the top of the square frame and the base of the bed.

I run my hand over the fabric and turn to see the guys watching me explore. “What attaches to this?”

Reaching up, I slip a button free on my blouse and move to the next.

“A few different things. We can use the holds for ties or cuffs. The top can support a swing.” Noah takes off his shirt and leaves it on a chair.

My shirt dangles in my fingers before I let it slip to the floor. The guys take in my breasts, which feel heavy as my nipples tighten under their hot gazes.

“Will you let me tie you down too?” I’m not asking anyone in particular. I find the zipper on my skirt and release it, letting it flutter to the ground around my feet. Leaving me naked as I crawl onto the bed.

Their eyes follow me as I kneel, facing them. My palms on my thighs.

“You want us to give you control?” Seth removes his shirt and pants before striding toward me. His cock is hard and thick against his stomach. I lick my lips.

“Sometimes.” I raise an eyebrow.

Do I think Coop and Noah will let me have my way with them? Yes. Blake and Seth, though, are another thing. They thrive on control. Honestly, it surprised me when Noah let me take control, but that feeling… Gah, that feeling of power over him. Making him do what I wanted to get me there. I want more.

“Tonight?” Seth doesn’t answer my question, but maybe that’s an I’ll-consider-it answer.

I shake my head. My blond hair spills over my shoulders. “Not tonight.”

There’s freedom in letting Seth direct me. I don’t have to make decisions or worry about anything. I can focus on the pleasure.

Seth climbs on the bed in front of me and kneels so close I can feel his heat, but not close enough for our skin to touch. “Do you want to explore the room, princess?”