They finally pulled out of her long enough to move her.
Zoe’s legs were useless. Lucas lifted her off the couch while Ryan gathered the rope and the cuffs from the floor. The flogger stayed in Ryan’s hand. They carried her upstairs without turning on the hallway light, the house quiet except for the soft sound of her still-ragged breathing and the occasional wet drip of their come sliding down her inner thigh.
In the bedroom Ryan dropped the cuffs on the mattress and pointed.
“On your back. Hands above your head.”
Zoe obeyed. Her wrists were still trembling when he closed the leather cuffs around them and clipped them to the headboard. The position stretched her arms tight and lifted her chest. Lucas took the longer rope, looped it around one ankle, then the other, and pulled her legs
