Night Is Darkest by Jayne Rylon (books recommended by bts .TXT) 📕

“Yes, sir.” The appellation seemed appropriate given the circumstances.

His pupils dilated. “Do it, Ty.”

They captured her wrists and ankles once more. This time she watched as Mason threaded the sturdy fur-lined leather around her until she couldn’t escape the snug yet comfy binding. He pushed a shiny D-ring through a slit in the band then clipped it to a fastener he must have secured to the fancy headboard before catching up with them at the range.

Tyler worked with efficient movements until her ankles became immobile as well. She gave an experimental tug. Nothing budged.

“That’s right, sweetheart.” Mason’s erection bobbed in time with his heart. “You’re not going anywhere. Now, would you like to play a game with us?”

The sweeping strokes of Ty’s hand kneading her ass distracted her from the question.

“Answer me.”

Her eyes shot to Mason as she struggled to think of what he’d said. “A game? Y-yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He ground his cock against her palm but when she tried to squeeze him, he pulled away. “Here are the rules. I want to test you. Give you a sampling of my favorite varieties of torture. Some will hurt, some will leave you begging for more.”

Lacey moaned. Her hips rocked against the mattress in an attempt to generate even a hint of friction between her legs. Tyler spanked her. Hard. She yelped but the sharp burn dissolved into heat that only drove her arousal higher.

“You’re only allowed to take what pleasure we give you, understand?” Mason’s hand fisted in her hair until she met his stare.

“Yes, sir.” She concentrated on stilling the reflexive motion.

“Very nice. Now, as I was saying… Tyler will clock you. For every second you withstand my tests, you’ll earn an equal reward. You decide when you’ve had enough but, remember, the longer you hold out, the bigger the prize. Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

“Yes, sir.” Holy hell, she would spontaneously combust if he didn’t quit yapping and start handling her soon. “Please, touch me.”

“If you insist.” Mason snagged a stopwatch from the nightstand and tossed it to Tyler. “Start the clock.”

The digital beep reached her ears a split second before Mason hopped onto the bed and straddled her torso, facing the foot of the bed. His shins rested on top of her arms, increasing her sense of immobility. She felt the displaced air whoosh across her right ass cheek just before his palm landed over the heated area Tyler had spanked.

A medium stroke followed the light tap before the sting had morphed all the way to pleasure. Mason’s balls slid across her back with every movement. The sensual pain began to cross the line into discomfort but the reverent exchange between Ty and Mason kept her from calling uncle.

“Shit, she’s amazing,” Ty whispered between the cracks of Mason’s palm on her ass.

“Keep your hands off your cock. I didn’t tell you to play with that thing.” Mason cut her moan short with another slap, this one harder still.

“Look at how rosy her skin gets.” Tyler groaned. “This really is torture, you know?”

The next spank landed on a spot tender from the first blow. She cried out. “Time!”

The double chirp of the stopwatch accompanied her surrender. “Twenty-seven seconds.”

Pitiful! It had seemed like an eternity.

“Rub out the sting, Ty.” Smooth hands soothed the burn with a tender massage.

“Now.” Mason returned to the head of the bed, reclining against the sculpted headboard. “What would you like to request as a reward? You might want to consider for a moment. I’ll only allow you each treat once. If you can’t think of something to ask for, you’ll go without.”

She wanted to feel Ty’s talented tongue on her clit but she could do better than twenty-seven seconds. Lacey opted for a simple pleasure. “I’d like a kiss, please.”

“Tyler, give the lady what she desires. Make it good. I’ll be watching.” Mason took his cock in hand, making slow passes from root to tip. The single signal of the stopwatch commenced their make-out session. Then the molten green desire in Ty’s eyes consumed her field of vision when his mouth latched onto hers. They exchanged frantic licks, desperate nips and parries of their tongues. All too soon, Mason wrapped his fingers in Ty’s hair then forced them apart. She hadn’t even heard the second signal.

“You devious bastard.” Tyler panted with the effort of tamping down his lust.

“At your service.” Smug confidence rang in his tone. “But since you’ve done such a good job, I’ll let you pick the next torture. Go select something from the chest.”

Through the fog of lust dulling her brainpower, Lacey realized he must have laid out his tools before coming to get them. No wonder he’d blindfolded her.

She whimpered then attempted to pull her hands back before she remembered they were well and truly held.

“You have nothing to fear, doll.” Mason petted her shoulders. “Remember, you can call time as soon as you like. All you forfeit is the reward.”

His attention shifted from her face as the bed dipped beneath Ty’s weight. In her limited field of vision she focused on Mason’s cock. The way it thumped against his belly told her all she needed to know.

“Mmm. Very nice choice.” Mason traced the seam of her swollen lips. She opened for him, sucked on his finger, as he said, “Go,” then started the timer again.

Shock spurred her to scream when intense sensations radiated from her pussy. It took her several panicked moments to realize that what she felt wasn’t pain but cold.

“Make sure you don’t keep the ice cube in any one place longer than a few seconds, Ty.” Mason directed the scene.

Tyler drew freezing circles across her slit then pushed the wicked shard inside the opening of her pussy. She squeezed it out. He soothed her still stinging cheek, which bought her more time, then teased the crack of her ass. When he touched her clit she gasped. “Time.”

Her body sagged