15
When Mason came back into my bedroom after maybe a minute or so, I didn’t even realize it until he cleared his throat, which made me break my kiss with Alex.
“I have a special midnight snack delivery,” Mason said. “One turkey sandwich with Swiss cheese, tomato, lettuce, and mayo; I also have a plateful of some weird creation called ‘banana crackers.’”
I looked at him, smiling in a way that I hoped was perfectly normal. “Thank you. I’m still going to force you to try one, you know.”
Maybe fifteen minutes later, after I’d eaten my sandwich and crackers with Mason joking with me the entire time, I brushed my teeth, then got back in bed between him and Alex.
Tracing the side of my face with a finger, Mason smiled. “Goodnight and sweet dreams. Don’t let the bedbugs bite, and don’t have any nightmares. Although if you do, just wake me up. I’d be more than happy to hold you.”
I said thank you and made myself smile, thinking how that statement was more than a bit ironic since he himself had become my nightmare. Soon, I fell fast asleep, sandwiched between the man who’d professed that he’d fallen in love with me, and a man that would supposedly kill me without a second thought.
I awoke sometime shortly before dawn, alone in my bed. An inch-wide crack in the curtains revealed the sky just beginning to turn from a pale gray to a grayish-lavender with the faintest hint of pale pink.
I got out of bed, used the restroom, and brushed my teeth, intending to get up for the day. However, once out of the bathroom, the sight of my bed called to me more than any thought of breakfast. I got back in, covering up with a thick blue blanket that did a wonderful job of keeping the pre-dawn chill at bay. It was now early October, and mornings were growing colder. Not that my apartment wasn’t climate-controlled to about seventy degrees at all times, but nonetheless, I’d been seeming to feel autumn’s chill more and more.
Probably not even two minutes after getting back in bed, I was dozing again, having some vague dream about Alex, Mason, and me. However, the dream was so vague that I couldn’t really even tell what it was about. I could just almost feel both of them near me. Then soon, I felt them touching me, or at least one of them touching me. A strong hand was caressing my thighs as I remained on my back, sleeping but somehow aware at the same time. Although not quite so aware that I was a hundred percent sure if I was really dreaming or not. But at the same time, my eyelids were so heavy that opening them seemed like something of an impossible task.
Mere moments after the strong hand began caressing my thighs, it was joined by another hand. Next, I felt two hands slide beneath my silky camisole to cup my breasts. Now, I was sure that I wasn’t dreaming. What was happening just felt too good, too real, to ever be any kind of a dream.
A soft whimper of desire escaped my mouth, and my voice came out in a whisper.
“Please don’t stop.”
Immediately, I heard what I thought was Mason’s voice near my ear, low and husky. “We won’t stop. But keep your eyes closed for us.”
“All right.”
I really had no desire to open my eyes anyway. The experience of being touched while not having any sight of who was even touching me and where was unexpectedly arousing, to the point that I could already feel myself becoming slick. At that moment, I honestly didn’t care what had been said to me the night before and by whom. I barely even remembered what had been said to me.
Soon, after the blanket had been slowly pulled off my body, I again heard what I thought was Mason’s voice near my ear.
“We thought we heard you up and around in here, and we had the idea to give you a new kind of sexual experience...one that you’re only going to be able to feel, and not see. You also won’t be able to use your hands during this new sexual experience, because they’ll be tied up to the bedposts with silk scarves. Sightless and helpless, you’ll then be all ours to tease, and pleasure, and maybe even torture a little bit in whatever way we see fit. Does this sound like something you want, Kira?”
Stifling a sudden gasp as one of the four hands on my body gently squeezed one of my stiffened nipples, I nodded. “Yes…I definitely want all that.”
With a current of something wild and electric coursing through it, my whole body seemed to be saying that’s what I wanted.
Again, Mason spoke near my ear. “All right, good. Now, just keep your eyes closed until we’re finished with the scarves. And don’t worry...one of us will be keeping you completely occupied while the other one of us does the tying. You just relax and enjoy the experience.”
Not a moment after he’d finished speaking, I felt one of the hands on my thighs move up a little higher, just high enough to lightly caress my pussy mound through my sheer, lacy underwear. I breathed a sigh, hardly even noticing that something soft and silky had been draped across my eyes. Then, while the silky fabric was tied behind my head, the hand slid down the front of my underwear and began toying with my slick pussy lips, making me moan, arching my back while I did so.
“Yes. That feels so good. But maybe move your fingers a little more toward the center.”
I didn’t even have a clue who I was directing my command to. All I knew was that between my pussy lips, there was a certain very sensitive spot of my anatomy that was now aching and throbbing with need, just begging to be touched. I felt warm breath near my ear, and then heard Mason’s voice again, barely loud enough to even be considered a whisper.
“No. Not quite yet.”
I whimpered, partially out of frustration but partially out of pleasure, because whoever was stroking my slick outer lips was still doing so. I had an idea that it was Mason, although I couldn’t be sure. His voice was so very similar to Alex’s, although I had started to notice little differences. However, in my current state, I was hardly able to focus well enough to notice these little differences.
After the man that I was pretty sure was Mason had spoken to me, the next thing I knew, I felt the heavy blanket being pulled back, and I felt myself being pulled up, to sit. My arms were then lifted and my camisole pulled off before I was gently lowered back down to the bed. Then, to my increasing excitement, I felt my underwear being pulled down and off even as another set of hands began fastening my wrists to the bedposts with the same soft, silky fabric that was covering my eyes.
The man I was pretty sure was Mason spoke near my ear again, in a tone of voice that made me think he was wearing at least the hint of a grin. “And now, Kira…your new sexual experience really begins.”
With a little shiver of anticipation rippling through my body, I found I couldn’t wait.