Precious Gems - Sierra Hill Page 0,45
skin. Or stepping from my adolescence to adulthood.
I feel coolly confident in myself as I slip the dress off over my head and discard it on the bench next to the bed. While it’s not cold in the room, goosebumps appear on my arms and legs, reminding me that I’m nearly naked, save for the tiny scraps of lace and silk covering my breasts and pussy.
Taking a fortifying breath, I bend forward and place my hands on the floor in front of me, my ass presented to the window behind me. The prospect of being watched by faceless voyeurs behind the frosted glass is titillating.
I don’t know how much time has passed – it could be five minutes or thirty – but soon a door opens, and someone walks in behind me. Because my head is bent hanging between my shoulders, I can’t see who it is. I want to ask, but I need permission to do so and I don’t want to be disobedient.
My breathing accelerates as I hear him root around on the table, picking up one item at a time and returning it in its place until he seems to finally find something he likes.
He stands behind me so I still can’t see his face, straddling me with one long leg on each side, and then his hand comes beneath my chin, lifting my head up with a quick jerk. With his other hand, he links a chain around the center loop of my collar, securing it with a click and then a tug.
I part my lips on a pant, my panties flooding with wetness even from just this innocuous action.
“Your safe word, little girl?” It’s Faron’s voice and it ignites every nerve in my body.
He’d discussed safe words the other night and the importance of having one ready in the event anything we did became too much for me to handle or bordered on a trigger. I assured him nothing he could do to me would push me too far, but he made me pick one.
“Diamond.”
He gives a yank of the chain and then drops it to the floor. “Good girl.”
Behind me he returns to the table, milling around for something until his deep voice commands that I comply.
“Get on the bed, spread eagle.”
“Yes, sir.”
I hop up on my feet and move to the bed, climbing on and immediately laying on my back, stretching my arms out in a V shape above my head, legs spread. I’m sure I look like a human X. Faron slowly comes around, first one side and then the other, restraining my wrists and ankles with the soft, leather cuffs that are attached to the bed posts.
“Twist your wrists to make sure they are secure but not too binding.”
I do as he asks, feeling confident I won’t lose circulation.
And then he picks up a black blindfold and steps up to the bed close to my face, pushing the satin material over my head and covering my eyes. Everything goes dark and I suck in my breath.
I listen hard to figure out what’s going on when I hear the sound of the door opening and closing, and bare feet padding over the floor toward the bed. There’s whispering, but I can’t catch what’s being said.
A few moments go by and then I’m startled when I feel the soft lick of leather being dragged over my exposed cleavage, down my belly until it rests over my pubic mound.
Snap.
The swish of the flogger is lightning fast and then there’s a sting between my legs, and echo of my harsh rasp as it leaves my lips.
The rush of acute pain is followed by three more quick snaps and then someone’s tongue sliding over my lace-covered pussy.
A groan of lust is followed by the sweeping motion of his tongue through my folds, the thong being pulled away to allow for full contact.
“I told you she was sweet, brother.”
Faron’s voice comes from in the front of my head, meaning it’s Rome between my legs. I roll my hips experimentally but then a swat of the flogger at my breast stops me on contact.
“Don’t move, little girl.”
How in the world am I supposed to stay still when I have one Blake brother giving me pleasure with his tongue and another enjoying the view from above?
I moan and squirm, unable to comply with his command, for which I feel another painful snap across my nipple.
Rome swirls his tongue over my overly sensitive bundle of nerves, using his fingers to