Boss Me (Private Listing #3)

Noah

I know what my kitten wants and what she needs. She’s toyed with the others today, but she wants all of us. I’m willing to give her what she wants. On my terms.

Dragging her into my body, I claim her mouth, squeezing her round ass cheeks in my hands tightly. She’s given up control to me before, but not on this level.

We’ll play with the boys for a while, but then she’s mine to destroy and shatter before I put her back together.

Backing away, I hold her hand to bring her with me. My eyes locked on her dilated ones.

“She wants all of us.” I glance at the others and nod toward the play room. I meet her gaze again. “She wants to be watched. To be played with. To come over and over again.”

She shivers with my every word. Her nipples are hard peaks pushing on the satin of her slip.

“Same rules as before, kitten. No noise or you’ll get spanked. This time with our hands.” I jerk her through the door to the play room and flip on the dim lights. “Do you want this filmed?”

Biting her lip, she nods as heat flares in her eyes. “Yes, I want to watch you use me.”

I glance at Seth, and he moves to set up the camera. We still haven’t watched the one from the other night. I’m thinking a double feature this weekend while she rides my cock. I draw Madison into the room and to a bench.

“Sit.”

She does as I ask but looks at me in question. I squat before her.

“I’m going to tie you a little different this time.” Reaching out, I trace the peak of her nipple through the satin. “I’m going to bind your arms and breasts.”

Her thighs press together, but I don’t spread them open for me. Soon enough, she’ll be at my mercy.

Coop brings a length of rope, and I uncoil it while she watches. Coop strips out of his shirt. That same dark energy pours off him as when he came through the apartment door earlier. He’s done what he can to separate himself from his family. Dealing with his mother always sets him off.

Everyone is a little on edge. The stalker has remained quiet since the arrest, and all we can do is wait for the next message or the next attempt, making us all anxious.

I’m not the only one who needs to claim Madison.

“Arms behind your back, kitten.”

Moving behind her, I guide her arms into position. Then I begin, drawing the rope around her torso. Binding her arms and her chest. The act is soothing and almost meditative. The sounds of the others getting undressed is the only other noise in the room.

When I finish, I squat before her again. “Good, kitten?”

She nods. Her eyes are a little dazed, but she’s still with us. Good, I want her to feel us inside her, using her. One after the other until she can’t tell who or what, but just knows she needs it.

“Blake?” I stand before her and take off my shirt. Blake stops behind her. “Put her on the bondage horse.”

He’s only in his boxers. He bends and lifts her against his chest. She sighs at the touch of his warm skin against hers. Already sensitive to stimulation.

I follow him over as Coop helps position her on the bondage horse. Instead of putting her face down, she’s face up. Her back arches with her arms tucked beneath her. Her head hangs off the edge of the center pommel.

Seth hands me a length of rope and I get to work. I bind her legs spread open and wrap the rope around her chest between her breasts to hold her in place. Tying the rope down through the tie points on the bench.

Stepping back, I admire her tied up and helpless for us. Her rapid breathing makes her breasts rise and fall. Her hair falls down like a curtain over the side of the bench. I didn’t strip her of her nightgown or her panties.

“I’m going to cut away your panties, kitten.”

She whimpers softly and I allow the sound without punishment. She doesn’t like knife play, and I’ll be careful not to cut her skin. I’ll hold to her limits. Our eyes meet and I see the trust in hers.

Coop hands me the scissors. The cold, dull edge slides against her skin as I slip them beneath the edge of her panties. I cut them, and then the other side, and toss them into the trash, leaving her bare and open to us. No pad and no tampon string. She’s so wet, I could slip inside her in a stroke. Coop takes the scissors away.

“You’re done with your period?” I ask.