Page 30 of Masters of Play

"You totally should," said Owen. "Her honey is better than that maple syrup."

"Would you tie her up for me, Owen? It's been years since Boy Scouts, and I'm out of practice with knots."

I opened my mouth to protest. I was supposed to be fighting for something. But all I could think about was the feel of the knots restraining me as Sinead breeched my most intimate defenses. Surely there was no need to protest any of that.

Chapter Nineteen

"I don't have enough rope on me to suspend her." Owen stood with his hands on his hips in a pose that reminded me of Superman, except it was a blond lock that hung over his blue eyes instead of jet black. He stared down into the belly of a duffel bag where I saw tan twine snake over the top.

Sinead sat on the bed beside me. He had my legs over his lap and was running his thumb idly over my calf. Just that small touch had me pressing my thighs together. Because I wanted this man inside me in the worst way.

Two years of tormenting teasing was enough. No more pop quizzes. No more tests on the material. The textbook was out the window, and the live demonstration was about to begin.

"I can tie her legs down and then pin her arms for you," Owen offered.

I swear I came right then and there at just the thought of it.

"I think she would like that." Sinead peered into my eyes as he said it. He was wearing his pensive face, both brows lowered as he stared unblinking into my gaze.

"Oh, I know she would," said Owen. "Get her clothes off, would you?"

I knew that Professor Sinead was an expert in his field. I was now learning the man was an expert at undressing a woman. His fingers were deft as they hooked into my leggings slid the fabric down my legs.

He was efficient, too. Along with the leggings, he managed to capture my lace thong. Sinead stripped both articles of clothing from my body with a single pull. When he paused to gaze down at my bare thighs and exposed core, his throat worked. It was the first time I'd seen the man stumble. I felt both excited and humbled that it was me, my body, that did that to him.

I lifted my arms for him, eager to have my whole body bare for this man. The cool of his nails was followed by the heat of his finger pads. They brushed my skin as he divested me of both my shirt and my bra. When my head was freed from that last strip of my clothing, I saw Owen's beautiful face smiling at me.

Sinead made my head fill with desire and want. Owen made my chest feel like it was going to burst with joy and, yes, love. There was no question that Owen loved me. It was becoming clearer and clearer that I loved him.

There had been no falling involved. It had just happened. One moment I liked him, the next moment I loved him. With Sinead, I knew there would be a fall involved.

Sinead pushed me down on the mattress. His arm came around my back to cushion the blow. His body came down on top of mine as we crashed down onto the plush mattress together. Any fear about the impending fall I would take with this man was immediately extinguished.

I placed my arms over my head. I opened my thighs to seat him. Inside my body, my heart as well as my core opened, readying to welcome him in.

"Good girl," Sinead said, his lips hovering over mine.

The compliment wasn't enough to placate me. I lifted my head until our lips met. I captured his mouth, licking, sucking, even biting a little.

Sinead allowed it. Meanwhile, Owen tugged my legs to the end of the bed frame. I felt the cool prickle of rope at my ankles as he bound me spread-eagle to the edge of the bed. Once my bottom half was immobile, Sinead took control of the kiss.

His tongue plunged deeply as his fingers worked below to free his erection from his pants. He didn't even spare the time to undress fully. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then he was inside me.

There was no foreplay. There was no need. I'd been wet for this man for two whole years. His thick cock fairly vibrated as he seated himself fully inside of me, leaving not a centimeter of space in my tight sheath for any give.

With each thrust, he took from me. More and more until I was a ball of need. I needed to get closer to him. I needed to hold on to him. But I couldn't move my hands.

At some point, Owen had come to the head of the bed and claimed my arms. He maneuvered my head into his lap as he stretched my forearms over my head and held me down.

My legs were bound at the bottom. My arms were being held down by the man I loved. All while the man I was falling for plunged into me again and again with punishing thrusts.

I was falling while being held still.

When the first climax crashed over me, I feared I was going to be ripped in two. In a sense, I was. Owen had already claimed a part of me for himself. With his final shuddering thrust, Sinead claimed his piece.

As I slowly regained my breath, and Owen and Sinead traded places, I realized there was a piece of me that was still left dangling. It dangled while my guys gave me a few more orgasms. It swayed as they both wrapped me up in their arms and we all fell into a contented sleep. It nudged me awake when I heard the door to my bedroom creak open and a blond figure darkened the threshold.

"It looks like you're going to need a bigger bed, Kellie."