Dangerous black ties

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I give him a slightly bewildered look.

Which he just chuckles in response to too.

"Are you okay? What's your color?" He asked

"I'm good. Green." I say it truthfully.

"Good." Do you want me to pick or do you?" He asked me, looking at me like nothing had happened.

He chuckles at me, trying to process what he said.
"I think Alex wants a go," Jeremy says, looking at me.

"I already told her that the first time I'd be using my tongue and not my fingers," Alex replies to Jeremy.

"Oh, that's right, isn't it?" Jeremy asked me, pausing.

"Well, if you want any of us to stop, you know the word to say," Jeremy says as she is finally climbing off of me.

Alex gets off the chair.
He runs his hands together, licking his lips. It begins to make me nervous, so instinctively, I close my legs.

Edison says.
"Open your legs back up, now." He says he is leaning closer to my ear.

Alex is already positioned on the bed.

"But what if?" I start to ramble nervous.

"Unless your color is red, don't talk; let us handle it. If you don't like it, say the word." Dexter is on the opposite side of me.

I hesitantly open my legs a bit before Alex's hands force them open more.
He slides his arm up below my thighs forcing me a bit higher on the bed.

He looks down a bit, not looking at me. He twists his tongue, his piercing showing a bit.
His fingers grazed the inside of my thighs, tingling my body for a bit.

Before he climbs down onto his belly.
I continue to watch him nervously, not knowing what to expect. I was still coming down from what just happened a few moments ago.

I gulp on my spit, nervous.
He slides one arm under my leg, grabbing my hand in support. He was softly rubbing the pad of his thumb over my knuckles on my hurt arm.

Slowly helping me relax, I close my eyes. Seeing their intimidating faces makes me want to squirm away.
The other hand wraps around my leg, his fingers softly moving along my folds. Until my thumb meets my bundle of nerves.

Instinctively, I moved back, not realizing how sensitive I already was.

Until he pulls me back.

"Do that again, and I'll tie you up myself. Don't think for a moment that I won't, because I'm secretly hoping you do. I think that would be an enticing sight. So don't tempt me." Alex says as he lets his firm grip slightly go.

I was supposed to make sure I wouldn't move.

His hand is still holding onto mine. My other hand softly grabs the sheet below me.

His thumb holds slight pressure as he circles it a bit. Before I feel his mouth, I feel his hot breath against me. His thumb is removed, and his pointer finger tries to ease itself in. The coldness of the metal is felt on my bud. As he licks it, he repeats the same action as his thumb lightly flicks it now and then.

The strange, arousing feeling makes me move.

He stops.

Raising.
"I was hoping you'd move." He says to get off the bed with a smirk.

I finally noticed because I had opened my eyes.

He looks over at me with a mischievous smirk.
"I'm going to do exactly what I said I was going to do." He says he is walking over to the big wardrobe.

"Wait, wait, I won't move," I say slightly pleading, nervous.

Dexter chuckles. "It's no use, princess; unless you say your color, he's made up his mind. He is a sadist, so the begging thing won't work on him." He tells me, leaning back into the chair, watching the scene unfold before him.


He holds some restraints.
"Color?" He asks me.

"Um, strangely, still green, but I am nervous," I replied.

He only smirked in reply.

He tosses one over to Edison.
Who catches it with ease?

Both of them attach to my ankles, and my wrist attaches to my ankles.

Dexter leans in and whispers close to my ear.
"Next time we have to tie you up, I'll make sure it's to the bed. You will stay there completely at our mercy.
Let's just say Alex and I will take as long as we want to. We won't care how much your legs are shaking. We will be done when we are done." I attempt to look his way as he's talking until my head is moved by my jaw.


"Eyes on me," Alex says.

My eyes meet his hazel ones, and he runs to his original position. I continue to look at him, fixing my eyes to get his.

His piercing hit my bud yet again as I slightly tugged against the restraints.
He doesn't say anything as his tongue continues to flick my bud.
His pointer finger finally made its way into slowly moving it in and out. His eye never left mine.
His pointer finger curls toward my belly button. His teeth nibble the bud now and then.


I close my eyes for a moment, but he stops.
"Keep your eyes open and on me, or I will stop." He says his eyes are dark with lust.

My eyes opened instantly.

He works two fingers in now, continuing to move them in and out of his tongue continuously working my sensitive bud.

"Look at you; it's quite the sight. Watching you take his fingers. The noises you make and the faces you make. "I can't wait until it's my turn," Edison says against my ear as he kisses my neck softly, lightly sucking on the area.


Causing my body to start to get pushed over the edge.
His fingers move out more roughly.

He pulls his tongue away.
"I know you're close. I can feel it. Don't forget to ask." Alex says, looking at me. Just then, a hand moves into my shirt.
Look at Dexter as his hand fondled my breast, pinching my nipple.

"Ah ah. Eyes on me. Don't worry about them." He says.