Sloth (Sinful Secrets 1)

He rises on his knees and smiles grimly.

My eyes dart down my torso.

“Holy fuck.”

I’m strung up like an animal after a hunt. I’m in some kind of harness...

Straps are holding me upright, pulling me slowly upward. I glance up, observing with my eyes what my body already senses: I’m hanging from a rope that disappears into a dark hole in the ceiling.

“Oh my God, Kellan.” How the fuck did I not notice this?

The harness is wrapped around my waist, between my legs, over my shoulders. My arms must be bound to the rope I’m hanging from; they’re still stretched above my head. I didn’t notice it before but—

“Ahhh.” The little moan pops out my lips.

As my weight is lifted fully off the bed and balanced by the harness, my legs sway a little, and I notice something... in my—

“Oh God.”

In my ass!

I squirm in my restraints, feeling panicked as I hang there, swaying above the bed like a trapeze artist with a—

“Kellan, what did you...”

I clench around whatever’s lodged in me. It starts to vibrate. For a moment, I see stars. Then I’m able to focus, to look down at the bed. Just a few feet below me, Kellan is sitting up on his knees, grinning wickedly as he holds a small remote. He rises a little higher on his knees, so his face is level with my pussy.

I try to stretch my legs, to brush the balls of my feet against the bedding. To get some control. He’s got me just high enough that I can’t really stand. I bend my knees, lifting my legs and feet up and tucking them behind my butt. My ass throbs. I have to swallow back a moan. The harness around my crotch pulls a little, but it’s not unpleasant pressure. I look down again. The rope that makes the harness looks like it’s coated with a softer fabric.

“What do you think of your predicament?” he murmurs. He wraps his hand around my calf and strokes. “Does it feel good, the surprise I left you?”

The pressure in my ass might be delicious. I can’t tell. I’ve started shaking. I tug air into my lungs. “W-what is this thing? I thought we were having sex?”

“Oh yes. I’m going to fuck you, Cleo.”

“I don’t...” I roll my hips into the air and close my eyes, my body swaying gently from the ceiling. My ass is so full. God, it’s hard to think. “I don’t get it,” I cry.

He runs his palms over my thighs, stilling my swaying body. “Let me show you.”

He takes out a longer, silver remote and I am lifted slightly higher. My pussy clenches as the nerves inside me sizzle from the pressure in my ass.

“You can almost touch the bed,” he says, looking down at my feet. Dangling as they are, just my toes brush the mattress. “But you can’t. What do you think the purpose of this is, Cleo?”

He presses a button on the black remote, and what’s inside my backside thumps against my tender walls.

I moan.

“Let me show you.”

He rises into a crouch and grabs my hips. He lowers his head between my legs and drags his warm tongue through my sopping folds.

“I can do this,” he drags his tongue over my swollen flesh, “and you can’t move—at all.”

I try to shift my hips and swing my legs to prove him wrong, but to no avail. The roar of pleasure in my backside and his slick tongue on my pussy has my legs feeling so weak.

“Oh God...”

“I was going to fuck that pussy, but I wanted you helpless first.” He shoves two fingers into me. I can feel the plug in my backside crescendo, making my hips buck against his fingers.