Theirs to Protect - Julia Sykes Page 0,22

of Joseph’s rope winding around my body. His fingertips brushed my pebbled skin, teasing at the edges of the jute rope as he wove a sensual cage around my breasts.

My head dropped back at the rush of gentle pleasure that settled over my mind. Nothing calmed me like being tied in his ropes. They wrapped me in his strength, freeing me even as he bound me. He restricted my movement, manipulated my blood flow as he slowly took total control of my entire being. I was completely at his mercy, but I felt safe. I was totally vulnerable, but they would protect me. Nothing bad could possibly happen to me when my men held me in their arms.

My mind began to drift. Joseph’s low commands rumbled over my consciousness, but I no longer puzzled over the strangeness of his taking charge of Marco. He instructed Marco where to guide my limbs as he bound me, winding my body tighter with each knot.

“Touch her, but don’t let her come.”

I whined at that particularly cruel command, but I didn’t struggle or squirm. I fell into Marco’s dark gaze, surrendering myself to the peaceful, bottomless blackness that sheltered and cherished me.

His corded arms cradled me, and suddenly, I was floating. The ropes around my chest and hips tugged and tightened, embracing me. I blinked, curiosity skimming over the surface of my euphoria. I was no longer trapped in Marco’s steady gaze; I was staring up at the ceiling. Ropes extended from the cage around my body and looped through the silver ring above me.

Joseph murmured something, and the jute hugged me again. A primal moan rolled from my chest as he pulled the rope through the ring, lifting my bound body into the air. Marco’s strong arms braced me, hovering just below my back while Joseph secured his knots.

More rope wound around my legs, binding my calves to my thighs. Another delicious tugging sensation, and my bent knees were lifted higher into the air, spread wide. Cool air caressed my heated sex, and I became aware of a deep, aching throb between my legs. Slick desire coated my thighs, the scent of my arousal mingling with the rougher scent of rope to create an intoxicating perfume. It swirled around the familiar scents of the men I loved: pine and leather and something uniquely male.

I released a euphoric groan, and my head dropped back as my body became weightless. Joseph’s darkly amused chuckle rumbled over Marco’s low hum of masculine satisfaction. My thick hair was so heavy, dragging down toward the ground. A strong hand cupped the back of my head to ease the strain on my neck.

“Open your eyes, princess.” Marco’s voice was hushed with awe. “Look how beautiful you are in Joseph’s ropes.”

I obeyed, and a surreal scene entered my consciousness. My bound body was suspended several feet above the floor, held aloft by the intricate ropework that Joseph had looped through the ring above us. My arms were tied behind me, secured at the small of my back. My legs were bent at the knees and spread wide, putting my swollen sex on erotic display. A pink flush darkened my breasts, which were constricted by an intricate tie. My nipples throbbed for attention, aching and highly sensitized.

Marco’s thick fingers traced the undersides of my breasts, and Joseph caressed my inner thighs at the same time. A ragged shout tore from my chest as keen pleasure assailed me. All that existed were their teasing hands and my quivering body.

Joseph stepped between my spread legs, and his sparkling aquamarine eyes filled my entire world. Something silver glinted at the edge of my vision, but I was completely entranced by his stunning, awesome beauty and the power he held over me.

His forefinger circled my pulsing clit in a slow circle, coaxing the pleasure point to awaken for him. I cried out and twisted beneath the pleasurable assault, only to fall deeper into the tight embrace of his ropes. I melted into Marco’s supporting hands, totally at their mercy.

Pain ignited my system when something bit my clit. A scream caught in my throat, and my wide eyes found Joseph’s cruelly beautiful, glittering stare. A delicate silver chain looped around his finger, leashing my clamped clit.

I shuddered and moaned, completely overwhelmed by the power he held over my entire being. Marco whispered praise in my ear, the heated words melting what was left of my conscious mind.

“I’m going to ask you a few questions, angel.” Joseph’s