My wrists were fastened over my head, attached to the ceiling hooks William had in his playroom. Nearby, he and Caleb stood, softly arguing about something.

William was in a wolf mask; Caleb wore a crow. They were masquerade-style half masks that only left their chins visible. They’d never removed them after we’d left the club. Ironically, the disguises were the only way I could differentiate between them. Because they were built very much the same — and when the fucking started, they weren’t talkers.

Just watching them — naked, buff and wearing their kinky masks — had me hot and horny. My pussy was wet and ready, and no one had even touched me yet. Well, not more than getting me trussed up the way they liked.

They turned to look at me, and then went back to facing... Read More