Twelve Nights Ch. 11 by Daevious

Twelve Nights Ch. 11 by Daevious

In Chapter 11 of Twelve Nights, dive into a steamy adult sex story filled with passion and desire. Explore the intimate encounters and forbidden fantasies that unfold in this captivating tale. Read now for a thrilling read that will leave you craving more.<br/>
Morning had faded to early afternoon by the time Mandy crept into the shower. When she emerged, she found William was gone and Beth had been tied to the kitchen table. Rebekka was feeding her grapes and tormenting the bound woman with her fingers. Jerome was sipping tea, watching the tableau.

Her own lover, Sandra, stumbled with bleary eyes out of the bedroom, took in the scene on the dining room table, and let out a small, wistful sigh. She gathered her own coffee cup and moved to the bathroom. Mandy watched her still-red bottom wiggle as she went in to grab a shower. Sandra was going to play with herself, Mandy knew, the scene on the table was right up her alley.

Mandy grabbed a bowl and cereal, planting herself at the foot of the table between Beth’s legs. She smiled while watching the show; now and again her fingers would creep out and tickle Beth’s feet. Each time Beth would howl in protest, trying to wiggle away. Mandy just watched as she oozed during the protests, her sex spasming in time to the wiggles.

Her lover crept up behind, nibbling on her neck, hands cupping her breasts. Mandy sighed and leaned back into Sandra’s torso, loving the feel of skin on skin. “I have another surprise for you, lover.” Sandra slid onto the chair near Mandy, moving a small envelope from the counter to sit in front of the fire-haired woman.

Mandy snatched up the envelope, licking her lips in anticipation. She’d moved past the dread butterflies; every night had ended gloriously so far. More fun tonight!

“On the eleventh day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Eleven mouths a’ nibbling, and an orgasm from her tongue. -S.”

Mandy looked up at the others. Beth had raised her head up, grinning down over her body. “Your turn tonight, firebutt.” She dropped her head back, laughing.

Mandy lurched out of the chair, leaning forward and descending on Beth’s sex. “I’ll give you a turn.” Her mouth descended; moments later Beth was screaming into an orgasm, thrashing about on the table. The others watched intently. Mandy pulled her legs up on the table, straddling Beth’s torso. She began tickling Beth mercilessly. As Beth began to hyperventilate, Sandra reached out and grabbed one of Mandy’s hands. Rebekka took the other.

Mandy took a deep breath, biting her lower lip. She had made a puddle on Beth’s stomach; she was flushed. Sandra looked into the eyes, wild and fearful, speaking quiet words to calm the eruption. Beth was shaking beneath Mandy’s thighs; another orgasm was rolling along through her body.

Rebekka and Sandra pulled Mandy down, walking her to the couch slowly. Mandy’s mind was racing, her breath coming in short gasps. The women slowly calmed her down, now holding her as she sobbed.

“I… I… don’t. Can’t. Tickle. No. Can’t.” Sandra took her face in the slender hands and kissed her tears away.

“Love, you’ve been tied down – lots of times. What’s wrong?” Sandra was confused by her lover’s reaction.

“That was sex,” deep breath, Mandy searched for words, “this is… is torment. Tickling. Nibbling.” Her eyes closed, the flush spreading along her breasts. She started to quiver with the thoughts, a small climax making her tremble. “Oh my god. No. I don’t want, can’t want.” Her fingers played with her clit ring, another small orgasm building up inside.

Sandra looked over at Rebekka and smiled. Her lover was freaked out by her own wants. Another point to William; Mandy was wound tight with the idea. Her attack at Beth’s taunt spun in Sandra’s head. Feathers. Definitely feathers. Rebekka shuddered at the change in Sandra’s smile – it reminded her of William.

William returned in the early afternoon, placed a half dozen gifts under the tree, and moved to free Beth from the table. Everyone except Mandy had taken more turns at the bound woman. Beth was giggling as she got off the table. William held out a box for her.

She ripped off the paper like an impatient child; a squeal of pleasure made everyone stare. Beth had dropped the package and jumped into William’s arms, covering his laughing face with kisses. She dropped down, picked up the package and ran to the bathroom, giggling all the way.

William turned, shrugging his shoulders. Jerome raised his teacup in salute. William came over and availed himself of the hot water and a teabag. Beth strutted out of the bathroom in moments, twirling like a runway model in the center of the room.

Jerome let out a low whistle. Rebekka poked him, “Why don’t you get me things like that?” Her eyes were wide as well.

Mandy and Sandra stopped fooling about on the couch, eyes glued to Beth.

The dress was crimson silk, cut on a bias from the tip of one hip nearly to the ankle on the other side. The bodice was corseted; Beth’s medium breasts were lifted, enlarged. The cleavage looked amazing. Above the strapless bust line trailed a series of rubies; five leading up to a broad golden choker. More rubies and diamonds studded the front of the necklace. New chandelier earrings in ruby and diamond cascaded from Beth’s lobes. The knee high boots, matching the dress exactly, completed the ensemble.

“My lady in red, absolutely beautiful, my Beautiful.” All of them could hear him capitalize the word. Beth blushed and bowed to him, eyes sparkling. Rebekka ran to change, followed at a leisurely pace by Jerome. Mandy started to get up and Sandra stopped her with a kiss.

“You’ve all the clothes you need for dinner, firebutt.” Mandy slapped her red bottom as she wiggled to go dress. Sandra stuck her tongue out, strutting into the bedroom.

Beth plopped down next to Mandy, running her hands over the pierced nipples. “How did it feel, really?” Her voice was intent. Mandy’s head jerked around, eyes wide at Beth.

“It… hurt, for a bit. Then it took a while to get used to. Like someone touching and tugging softly all the time.” She sighed, trembling a little. “It feels good to have people play with them, all of them.” She regarded Beth, looking at the woman so changed over a couple months. “What’s it like, being on the table?”

Beth giggled, blushing. “It’s like you are the whole world. Nothing else matters but you. Everyone is looking at you, feeling you,” Beth trembled, her voice quivering with need, “It’s like heaven, the torment.” A deep sigh, followed by another giggle, close to Mandy’s ear, “I came while just waiting, that first time. No one touched me. The anticipation just…” breath in short gasp, “… exploded.” The last word made Mandy tingle from her nipples down to her toes. Her hands were shaking, unable to be still. Beth kissed her earlobe, softly. Mandy thrashed into an orgasm, uncontrolled.

Mandy came down, trembling, hearing Beth’s laughter beside her. William was watching them both over the edge of his paper; his eyes nearly set Mandy off again.

Mandy was in a haze as the others emerged from the bedroom. Sandra stalked out in a silver gown that clung to her slender form; the halter neck allowed the back to plunge to below her hips. The hips were silt to the waist; the whole skirt really just a front and back panel joined by a silver bauble at the point of her hips. Mandy’s eyes tracked her lover, wanting to untangle the braid down her back, smudge the silver lipstick, make tears run over the bright mascara and shadow. She wanted her lover more than ever.

Jerome strode out next, a crisp white linen suit and pale lavender shirt making the purple-black of his skin startlingly clear. He smiled, at Mandy, giving a little twirl for her. She remembered the feel of his body, her own responded forcefully to the show. Swallowing hard, she realized that she’d not touch tonight. Her hands fluttered in her lap, trying to settle.

Rebecca came out finally, a Goth wet dream in black vinyl. The top was cut like a t-shirt, clinging tight. The sides were open to laces; the shirt moved with her breathing, like a second skin. Nipples showed plainly erect. The effect was more like body paint than clothing. The pants were cut identically; side and fly lacings bringing the material tight to Rebekka’s slender form. Her belly and skin showed white against the mirror black of the clothing. Her hair was loose and straight, a brush in dye making it blue-black. Lips blackened and eyes outlined in the same blue-black as her hair, Rebekka was a vamp defined.

William held out a collar and leash to Sandra. It was rhinestones and silver, the leash a braid of sparkling beads. Sandra accepted it, then moved to Mandy. Mandy sat stock still as the collar closed, her pulse throbbing in her sex and nipples, the throbbing making her crazy. A tug on the collar and she followed Sandra’s swaying hips to the elevator. She could smell sex in the confines of the elevator; her own arousal and that of the others.

The elevator arrived at the ground floor; Mandy took a breath and followed her lover. She strutted proudly, proclaiming her devotion with her nudity as she walked. She was unprepared for the sudden turn; they weren’t leaving the hotel. The group walked into the open foyer, moving to a table set under draped gauze. Other guests were standing by the bar, sipping at drinks. The gauze closed behind the arrivals; a table was set with eleven chairs.

Sandra turned to Mandy, holding her face in her hands, and kissed her deeply. “Lover, lay on the table. For me.” Her voice trembled, fear undercutting her words. Mandy looked at the table, suddenly understanding. There were no bonds; the only thing keeping Mandy on the table would be Sandra’s command. Mandy’s mouth went dry.

“Yes, mistress.” Her body was trembling. William, of all people, stepped to her side, offering his hand to steady her as she moved onto the table. He made sure she lay correctly, head to the proper end.

He bent over to kiss her, whispering, “Good girl, Mandy. You’ll be fine.” He straightened, stepping over to the bar. His words felt like chains on her wrists. It steadied her will; the chains were welcome. She could see them in her mind, anchoring her to the surface. The anticipation started to build. Her nipples rose to their full height, aching. Her sex began to redden and swell under the fiery patch of pubes.