Billy brought out a second Hitachi Wand—thank God they started making that cordless version, am I right ladies?—and put it into a hole (insert sex joke here) on the pillow.
Wow. A sex position pillow. That was pretty … specific. But it did feel like it was going to make this a bit easier, especially considering I had like, no use of my hands. Billy wedged the pillow under me, putting me into the perfect position to be penetrated from behind. And then he reached underneath my belly, and turned on the vibrator.
I tried to pull away because it felt like I was going to come right then … but of course, I couldn't escape. I was trapped. And forced into an orgasm.
Oh, the blissful agony!
I screamed against the ball gag as pleasure arced through me in an impossible tide, taking over my limbs and making my vision flicker with white spots. Billy chose that exact moment to thrust into me, burying himself balls deep as I clamped down, and then he rode the orgasm out with me, groaning and squeezing my ass so hard I knew I was going to have bruises.
As soon as the orgasm was over, Billy started to thrust his hips and, of course, the stupid vibrator went on singing praises to my clit, making the swollen nub throb at an almost painful level as it rattled my piercing. I was, like, this close to going spirit and running away. But not from pain—from pleasure.
Dustin was groaning and working the vibe extension up and down his shaft with slow, easy strokes. I watched him urge his body into a frenzy … and then stop. He slid the vibrator ring off and tossed it aside, panting and sweating and giving me this stupid ass grin.
"I'm saving it all for you," he said, which wasn't at all romantic but totally turned me on anyway. And then he watched Billy pound me into the vibrator/sex pillow set up until I came again, locking down tight on Billy’s shaft and freezing him in place. The pleasure was too much then, and I swear, I would've ran away if he hadn't pulled out and yanked on a bit of the rope. First, my right side came undone, and then my left.
I rolled off the pillow of my own accord and then reached for the ball gag.
"Oh, hell no," Dustin said, grabbing both my wrists. He grabbed a strap from one side of the bed and hooked me to it before going for the other. Billy did the same to my ankles until I was lying spread-eagled on the mattress.
The fuck had all these straps come from?!
"I installed it before we left, so it'd be ready when we came back," Billy said, smirking down at me, naked and sweaty, wearing nothing but tattoos and a smug asshole expression. "This contraption here fits underneath the mattress. It takes all of two minutes to put together and brings hours of enjoyment."
"Hours?" I tried to squeak, but got mmph out instead.
"Just relax and don't worry about it," Billy said, sliding between my legs and putting his face where the sun don't shine. He flicked his tongue along my folds, cleaning up the liquid excitement that seemed never ending. I was definitely leaving a huge wet spot on the bed—all by myself, too. Lucky me!
I groaned and thrashed as Billy teased my sensitive body with his mouth, leaving my upper half to Dustin. He wasn't at all gentle with me either, biting and sucking my hardened nipples into his mouth, palming them with rough hands and squeezing until I bucked my hips and screamed against the gag.
"Speed it up there, mate," Dustin growled out. "I don't want to wait any longer."
"Who the fuck is in charge here?" Billy snapped back, lifting his face up. The men stared each other down until Dusty's eyes flicked to the glistening wetness on Billy's lips. Their eyes met again, and they glared at each other for a few more seconds before leaning in and … locking lips.
SHIT YES! I thought, wishing like hell I could move right then. Instead, I got to lay there, pulsing and throbbing while I watched Billy touch his fingers to the back of Dustin's neck. They kissed long and hard and hot, tangling tongues and groaning, hands straying to each other's dicks and stroking until I was pretty sure they were about to come on each other's chests.
I made this strangled, frustrated sound in my throat and thrashed wildly enough that they both turned to look at me.
"Be patient, babe," Billy said, leaning over the edge of the bed to grab yet another goodie, and flashing me his beautiful ass and balls in the process. When he came back … he had a string of pearls in his hand?!
Oh, wait, they were anal beads made to look like pearls. Heh. Clever, very clever. Dustin handed Billy the lube so he could slick them up and then carefully, slowly, insert one after the other into my ass. They started small and got progressively bigger, making me groan and buck. When several of the larger pearls were in, Billy mounted me again and started thrusting with these deep, powerful movements of his hips that made pleasure curl high in my belly.
He looked into my eyes as he moved, a palm on either side of my head, my arms stretched out to either side above me. Tears prickled, but they were pure pleasure, and I knew Billy could tell. Still, in a strange moment of tenderness, considering I was tied up and all, he leaned down and kissed first one then the other from the corners of my eyes.
"We got ya, Firebug," he whispered and then his body tensed up as he came with a harsh sounding groan, thrusting a few last times before he quickly rolled out of the way to make room for Dustin.
"Lucky there's no limit to the number of orgasms you can have in one night, eh little gobshite?" I glared at him as he teased my folds with his cock, making me thrash and strain against my bonds. Fucker. I seriously hated him. Like a lot. But love and hate are so damn close … I think my fragile heart was confused. Because in that moment, I simultaneously wanted to stab him with a fork … and confess my undying love. As if he could sense what I was up to, Dustin reached up and untied the ball gag, tossing it aside as I swallowed several times and took a massive breath.
"I'll just … step out for a minute," Billy said, panting hard as he brushed some hair off my forehead before moving into the hallway.
"I need you tied up for this shit," Dustin said, slipping inside of me with a hard thrust that made me cry out, the sound echoing around the room. "You know what I'm aiming to say, don't you, lucky charm?"
"Please don't say it again," I groaned as he pumped into me a few more times. "Don't."
"Don't tell you that I love you?" Dustin asked, thrusting hard and making us both moan with pleasure. "Get over it, you little arse."
"Well, I hate you," I groaned as he fucked me with deep, powerful movements. "God, I hate you. I hate the ever living shit of you."
"That so? Well, I bloody love you even though I shouldn't, even though you're clumsy, and admittedly a wee dense. But if you don't like me, I guess I'll just untie you and leave …"
He made to pull away, and my hormones they … they kidnapped me and forced me to say things I didn't want to say!
"I love you, too," I choked out and Dustin chuckled, cupping the side of my face with a huge hand.
"Thatta girl," he whispered, covering my mouth with his and kissing me until I forget to breathe. And then he leveled himself up on his forearms and moved his hips until my body tensed yet again, this quiet monster of an orgasm sneaking up on me. "That's my girl."
He came inside of me first and the sight of his stupid cum face … actually excited the hell out of me. With the anal beads still buried deep inside of me, Dustin thrust against them and rolled off, leaving me aching and wanting to scream.
"If you don't untie me now, I swear I'll kill you," I snarled, but he just lay there pretending to be asleep until I spirit formed myself and slipped out, snatching the Hitachi Wand as he laughed his ass off. That's how I had my last orgasm of the night, listening to that prick chortle.
A few minutes later, George and Reg slipped into the room, and Dustin left.
Didn't matter.
I loved all my guys, and as long as I had one or two of them, apparently I could sleep like a fucking baby.
The sound of furious male voices filtering up the stairs was what woke me. Yawning, I scrubbed at my eyes and blinked around the dark ro
om. Where the hell was I? And why was there so much shit in here?
The night before slowly came back to me and I smiled. That's right. Billy's room at my house. Shifting onto my side, I groaned as I felt the ache in my muscles from being stretched into all kinds of weird positions. Flexible yoga goddess, I was not. I'd be paying the price of last night’s intro to bondage for a few days yet, I could tell.
Totally worth it though.
"What's going on?" Billy murmured, his voice thick with sleep and his eyes still shut tight. He must’ve switched out with Reg and George again sometime last night. Good. I couldn’t imagine being stuck on guard duty for hours, princess that I was. "Sleep time, babe. Come here for snuggles."
"Someone's arguing downstairs," I informed him, but let him wrap me up in his arms nonetheless. "Where's Dusty?"
Billy cracked an eye open and peered across at the empty bed on my other side. "No idea. I thought he came back after we changed shifts last night, but maybe not?"
"He did," I nodded. "Come on, let’s see what’s going on down there."
Billy groaned, but let me go when I startled wiggling around to get out of his bed. Sitting up and looking for my clothes, I sucked in a sharp hiss at the pain in my ass. Literally. My butt felt like … well, it felt like I'd been paddled. Which made sense.
"I think you left a mark," I muttered, bending to pull my pants on and cringing as they brushed my tender flesh on the way up.
Billy chuckled. "I know I left a mark. That was my intention. Now all day when you sit down you'll be reminded of me."
"Huh," I considered this. "That's pretty clever. Come on, grab some pants, I want to see what the drama is."
"Yes'm," Billy yawned, tugging on a pair of boxer briefs with Charmander on the ass and striding out of the room ahead of me.
When I saw the little Pokémon creature winking at me from his tight buttocks, I sighed. "Billy, you're wearing Pokémon underwear."
"Yes," he replied, throwing a wink over his shoulder at me, "but it’s Charmander, and he's a fire Pokémon. Get it?"
I groaned. Yes, I got it. It wasn't really cute for thirty year old men to be wearing Pokémon undies though. Then again, I could hardly talk. They'd somehow infiltrated my underwear drawer, too. In fact, if Billy had been behind me rather than in front, he would have seen the little Jigglypuffs all over my own knickers.
"… can go and shove it right up yer arse, that's what you can do!" Dustin was roaring at someone and Billy exchanged a look with me before we reached the living room. A look that said, uh-oh, this doesn't sound good.
Inside the living room, I found a furious, red-faced Dustin pacing up and down the room with a phone clenched in his fist while a stern-faced ASS stood stoically out of his way.
"Yeah?" Dusty continued to whoever was on the phone. "Well feck you, too, old man!" He roared this last part then hurled his phone at my brick fireplace. It hit hard, shattering into countless pieces of glass and plastic which would have cost like … at least a thousand bucks.
"Dusty?" I asked in a small voice, still fuzzy with sleep. "What's going on?"
"What's going on?!" he roared, advancing on me with such a fury that I actually backed up a step and Billy held out an arm to stop Dustin. "I'll tell ye what's going on!" He was glaring, but not really at me. His ire was all aimed at whoever was on the phone, which became evident when he spun away from us and pounded his fist into the wall, punching a big old hole in my plasterboard.
"You!" Dustin snarled, pointing a white dust covered finger at the ASS man. "Get the feck out! Your superiors will be hearing about this!"
The ASS man looked like he really didn't give two shits, just shrugged and left without so much as a word. In his absence, I waited for Dustin to speak, rather than push him. I knew from experience how much it hurt to punch walls … silly sausage.
"Billy," I said quietly. "Can you get some ice for Dusty's hand?"
My fire elemental husband gave Dustin a wary look, then frowned at me. "Are you sure?" The look in his eyes really said are you sure you're okay for me to leave you here? I appreciated the sentiment, but it wasn't necessary. Dustin was one of my husbands, one of my true soulmates, bond or not. He'd never hurt me … at least not without consent first.
Billy gave me a sharp nod, and went through to the kitchen, leaving me alone with my angry Irishman.
"Do you want to tell me what that was all about?" I asked gently, when he didn't speak for a long time.
"Want to?" he repeated. "Feck no. But it concerns all of us, so I will. That was me da on the phone. Apparently the Metallics Clan is not happy about this war with CUM and Daniel."
I frowned. "Well, we're not exactly over the moon about it either, but so what? It is what it is, and there’s no ignoring it."
"Ah, see, that's where yer wrong, love. The Metallics Clan intend to do exactly that. Ignore it. They separated themselves from COCS a long fuckin’ time ago, and have no intention of becoming involved again now." He shook his head in disgust. "They also think maybe you're too powerful, so wouldna mind seeing you taken off the game board, so to speak."
"Wait, what?!" I exclaimed, my jaw dropping open. "They want me dead? How … what … why? This is …" I was running out of words to describe how shocked and appalled I was.
"They paid ASS, doubled my fee to have them withdraw from my service," he informed me, his jaw clenched in anger.
Taking his hand gently in mine, I guided him over to the couch and sat him down so I could check for damage. "What does that mean? They won't help us in the war?"
Dusty snorted. "Not with the war, and not with freeing Britt and Siobhan either. My prick of a father told them to withdraw on my contract effective immediately. Which was halfway through their rescue mission." His voice was bitter and full of loathing, but all I could focus on was the fact that my besties were still locked up.
"What? But how? I thought your dad was hating on you because you're richer than him?" I didn't mean it to sound crass, but it was what it was.
"Than my da, yes. Than the entire ruling council of the Metallics? No."
He exhaled sharply as I took his hand in mine and scrubbed some of the blood from his knuckles. The smear of red reminded me of the spell we'd purchased from Anita.
"Good. Because I spent eight grand on that spell last night. I've been stealing your credit card." I at least managed to sound somewhat ashamed when I said it.
"I know," he chuckled, and at least for a second there, he was smiling. But then I think the enormity of the situation settled on us both. Siobhan and Britt were not here, were not safe, and I felt sick to my goddamn stomach. "My money is your money, ye sneaky little faerie shit," he grumbled, running his non-bloodied hand down his face. "I'm sorry, Arizona."
Shit was getting real when Dustin started calling me by my actual name.
"Ice, bandages," Billy said, passing the items over the back of the couch with a small sigh. George and Shane appeared from the direction of the garage with Gemma in tow, while Reg and Warden came out of the cellar and joined us in the living room.
"The nerve," Gemma pouted, rubbing at her arms and scowling. "Being tied up like some sort of prisoner by my own sept."
"Hardly your sept," Reg scoffed as he put his hands on Gem's shoulders and sort of half-pushed her into the chair. "Now sit here and let's talk about the plan this genius ass of mine came up with last night." The blonde hottie rubbed a hand up and down his arm of Sailor Jerry tattoos and cast me a triumphant look. "Now, I know we're dealing with Daniel and the bio moms, but the majority of the idiots we're fighting don't know shit about elementals. Like, I'm sure they've told CUM how stopped up the pipes can get," he started, and then chuckled at his own joke. "But I doubt they thought to remind them of everything. I'm not naive enough to think we can get in and out of CUM with your friends or with the stolen elementals, but …"
Reg came over and literally sat in my lap while I did my best to clean and bandage Dustin's hand.
"We c
an go spirit form and sneak in through the condensation on one of the windows, just like we went through the pipes that one time. Mom bets all those spirit elemental girls are being held in the same building that I rescued you from. When CUM came out of COCS, they commandeered that warehouse. They'll have reinforced the plumbing against us, but not the windows. Nobody ever remembers the windows."
"Don't you two have to be bound to do that together?" Gemma asked as George came around and knelt by her side.
"Exactly," he said, pulling a vial from his pants pocket and sticking it into Gem's arm. He depressed the plunger so fast that she didn't have time to react. As soon as she tried, reaching out through her stolen bonds to the guys' magic … it was too late. She slumped over, passed out.
"What the …" I started as George cast a sympathetic look in my direction.
"With the magical bonds between us, our power is her power. Besides, she's a spirit, and you know what spirits can do," he said, gently reminding me of when I forced Dustin to his knees and held him still. Gemma could've done that to the guys at any time. "The only reason she let us keep her hostage last night was because she was trying to play up our goodwill. This is the only chance we're going to get."
"Chance for what?" I asked as Shane brought over the paper bag from the shop last night and emptied it onto the table. "We can't do that right now; it's too dangerous!"
"This situation is dangerous, sug," Shane said, lips pursed tight as he moved over to the window and checked outside. I caught sight of Alberta, walking the edge of the yard and drawing runes in the air with her fingers. They glowed bright before fading away, reminding me of how easily the crazy fae had ended that fight with Daniel and the bio moms. "We made a bargain with that woman. She'll keep us safe while we perform the ritual."
"Are you shitting me?!" I shrieked as Gram appeared by my side, nostrils flared.
"I helped them, Duckie. It's no small feat to make a bargain with a faerie, and the magic is binding, even in death. But it had to be done. I had a prophecy about you, just after you were born and I intend to see it through."
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