A hand covered her breast, massaged, as another hand pushed her legs apart, snaked its way up her thigh. A contented sigh escaped Quenell's lips and she let her head fall back. She closed her eyes though she could see nothing through the strip of cloth that blindfolded her anyway. The hand on her breast squeezed, the thumb flicked over her nipple until it hardened almost painfully. A mouth captured that taut nipple, licked, sucked and bit ever so slightly until she writhed from the heat that sizzled through her body. Her hips came up off the bed and the hand between her legs found its mark. It cupped her pussy, pushed her hips back down to the mattress and entered her one long, slender finger at a time until it felt as though three fingers pushed inside her wet opening, stretched her.
"She's so wet," a deep, husky voice whispered.
Quenell knew that voice--Richard's voice. Though she couldn't see him now, she pictured him in the darkness behind her lids. Hair the color of autumn leaves, short and curly, framed a long, thin face and accented cat-shaped eyes of greenish-gold. A long, jagged scar marred his right cheek and curved down to his jaw. It was a battle injury, a reminder of their last day in slavery before they were released and took out on their own. She thought Richard the most handsome of the men who followed her that day--her men as she so often called them.
"Do you want us to remove the blindfold before we fuck you?" another voice asked, this one a bit higher; it sounded a bit younger, more innocent than Richard's.
Innocent the man was not, Quenell knew. Victor often liked to play the naive adolescent but the days when those words described him vanished long ago. She felt his hair, long and as silver as the full moon, brush over her flesh and she shivered from the thrill. She could almost see him as he gazed down at her with eyes as black as night, a sly grin tilting her lips.
"No, leave the blindfold," she answered, and her own voice sounded rough, full of the raging flame their touch lit inside her. She liked being cut off from sight, enjoyed the way it heightened her other senses. More, she wanted the feeling of being helpless, under their control. "For now, for these moments, my body is yours. Do with me as you will." She knew she could put her trust in these men for these few moments. They would not harm her. At least in no ways that she didn't enjoy, she amended to herself.
"I cannot wait any longer, Quenell," Richard said. His fingers slid in and out of her hole, wiggled, twisted, and drew quiet sighs of pleasure from her lips. "My dick is so hard and ready for you. It throbs to be inside you. I know how you like to play but if it is to be our control, my control, I say fuck now and play next time."
His fingers pounded into her now as if to give her pussy a small taste of what his dick was about to do. She panted louder when Victor returned to suck and bite her breast and when she spoke her words came on spurts of breath. "Fuck ... me ... now ... Richard."