Chapter 6 Tied up

Darian:

“Gentlemen, can I offer you my ‘house special’ tonight? Then we can get down to brass tacks once all of this has been dispelled.” Snarling against his words, fanning his spread fingers over our tensed bodies with a diva shit-eating grin laced happily with a pinch of smugness etched over his charming features.

Damon was quick to step between our bodies, knowing full-fucking-well why we came here in the first place, and knowing he was suggesting we dispel the obvious sexual tension chiseled into our muscular frames was infuriating.

“Why wouldn’t he after that? Who was that?” Duke asked aggressively, clenching his razor-sharp teeth together, causing me to shudder in annoyance at the grinding irritation of his boney teeth. Blue, however, mistook the slight tremble in my body as a sign of sexual weakness when it was the grumbling, temperamental, sarcastic wolf, prancing around in my skull like a one-man marching band.

“Quit talking about yourself, it’s so…rude.” Growling deeply, snapping my pointed gaze at Damon’s deadpanned expression with a silent, bitchy ‘What the fuck’ look, shrugging him off coldly as Duke howled lively in laughter.

“You know what, motherfucker? Fuck you. You want to be a dickface, then do it behind a barrier because you’re going into timeout like a spoiled little brat.” Exhaling the aggravated breath wedged tightly in my lungs as a thick veil of silky blackness closed off my subconscious, where the ‘Almighty Duke’ has resided for the past fifteen years.

“We good? Does Duke need a Snickers? He gets awfully bitchy when he’s frustrated.” Lazily shaking my head with a tilted head nod in an ‘I don’t give a shit’ expression.

“He’s in timeout. Firstly, who was that?” Surprising both of them with my calm resolve and point-blank questioning. Blue’s already Cheshire grin morphed into this mysterious-sadistic expression, nodding his head to follow him as his body language changed from a lively grown man into a smug, arrogant stride, shoving his hands into his suit pockets like the Voodoo man from that Disney movie.

What was the name of it again? I’ll have to ask Anika, she’s into all of that shit.

“That was Shay. One of our greatest achievements. She’s a special creature, obedient, fierce, punctual, but lately, we have been noticing a change in her…manners.” Blue untucked his hands, lacing them behind his back as we followed him down a long corridor painted in a deep purple with several black lacquered doors emphasized by the shiny black flooring with a black and silver floor runner.

Anika and her damn decorating ideas. I shouldn’t know what a damn floor runner is. It’s just a fucking strip of carpet.

“Darian?” Damon barked in our link, snapping my head up to see that I had slowed in my approach.

“Sorry, was thinking of something. What did you say?” Closing the gap between us in three strides before Blue opened the last black lacquered door revealing a hidden elevator. Tilting a glance at Damon’s amused smirk as we entered the sleek, modern elevator with an encrypted infrared thumb scanner.

“I said, it sounds like Shay needs a firm hand to put her back in her place,” Damon smirked evilly against his own words, knowing that we would never physically harm a female, but it didn’t mean we couldn’t use other methods to acquire the same desired effect.

“This one is not your typical kind of female. She’s…what would I use to describe her to you two barbarians…oh yes…” snapping his fingers, “Deadly smart.” Composing the tensing muscles in my chest as the elevator doors opened revealing another hallway like upstairs, but in a deep shade of electric blue and with fewer doors.

“I take offense to that. We are far from being barbarians.” Damon pointed between us with his thumb, relaxing his features in a mischievous expression.

“If I thought you two were true ‘barbarians’, then she wouldn’t be on the other side of this door. AH-AH!” Our muscular frames were halted by a fast hand slicing through the air like a katana, stopping our silent excitement.

“Fair warning. The woman on the other side is a masterpiece. Curves in all the right places like a plush Marilyn Monroe but juicier, fierce like a panther, cunning like a tiger, a prowler, huntress, seductress, Ahhh! I could keep going, but you two get the point. A masterpiece.” Nodding to his strange rambling of words, while talking calmly but firmly in his description of the plushy, curvaceous, sexpot that set fire to a primal desire locked tightly in our bodies.

“We understand, Blue. Firm but soft, strong but gentle. We got it. Why are you acting so nervous?” Damon narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly so he could read Blue’s thoughts.

“He’s puckered up tightly. He’s nervous, but I don’t know why?” Damon straightened up as his voice echoed through my head, studying Blue’s facial features as they shifted into a giddy nervousness.

“It’s a special night for her, make a statement.” Blue smiled smugly, clapping our shoulders in passing, quickly looking at Damon’s agitated expression.

“Relax, this is her second time.” The sleek black door closed with those words, hiding the elevator once again, camouflaging it with the other doors. Returning our attention to the closed black lacquered door, pressing down the cool bronze handle as the door clicked open, releasing a tsunami of spicy sweetness into our nostrils.

“Smell that?” Grinning smugly at Damon’s confusion, slipping into the spacious room draped in a soothing, sensual glow of amber gold.

“Intoxicating.” Damon’s chest purred deeply with the word as his deep green eyes blazed to life, following his line of sight locked onto the curvaceous body barely concealed by the matching black and silver corset bralette and matching panties. Smiling like a horny teenager as my eyes roamed over every inch of creamy goodness, drinking in the slight rise and fall of her plump breasts as her red-tinted lips curled just a smidge with each breath.

“There’s no way this is her second time.” Breaking the radio silence in our link, jolting Damon from his prison of thoughts as our smiles grew brighter, naughtier.

“She kept them on,” Damon growled in our link as he silently stalked toward the white leather chair tucked into the far corner, giving him a front-row seat.

Oh, Blue, what have you done?

Entrusting this magnificent creature to us in a heightened awareness of sexual desire, drinking in her smooth flesh glistening beautifully against the soft amber lighting.

Biting my lip as her spicy-sweet scent mixed seductively with the sight laying out before us against the silky fabric of black threads. Stepping forward as her silky-smooth legs rubbed together drawing attention to the metal spiked heels strapped to her cute feet with gunmetal painted toes peeking out of the open-toed shoes.

“It’s a shame she’s blindfolded, but I do want to see her writhe in pleasure,” Damon smirked at my words in our link, hooking a finger around the metal heel, lifting her right leg gently to spread them apart for a better view of her hidden sex covered in a thin layer of black lace.

“You’re gorgeous.” Growling out the words as her body jerked slightly at the sudden break in silence lifting her spiked heel foot to my lips, placing the gentlest of kisses on her inside ankle. Her parted lips trembled gently with a shaky breath as her chest shuddered underneath those heavenly mounds of restricted flesh.

“Lace your fingers above your head and don’t move.”