Victor was the first to approach, blindfold in hand. "Let's start by taking away one of your senses, shall we? Heighten all the others."
Felicity's protest died in her throat as the soft fabric covered her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Without sight, every sound became amplified: the soft rustle of clothing, the men's breathing, the quiet hum of the vibrator.
"Spread her legs," Ivan commanded, and Felicity felt gentle hands part her thighs. Cool air kissed her sensitive flesh, making her shiver.
The first touch of the vibrator against her clit drew a sharp gasp from her lips. Voss's voice came from somewhere near her feet. "Still so sensitive, even after Ivan had you."
The buzzing sensation built quickly, making her hips buck upward. Just as she was about to reach the edge, the vibrator was pulled away, leaving her desperate and aching.
"Not yet," Voss whispered. "We're just getting started."
