Page 768 of End Game

Tonight I am not discovering whether I can do it.

I am letting them see what she gives me when she lets go.

That feels considerably more intimate than I expected.

“Listen to me.”

Her face turns toward my voice.

“Good girl.”

Micah keeps the rhythm steady.

I watch the delay lengthen between sensation and response. Her mouth has gone soft, her breathing slower until each impact interrupts it, and when I speak she seems to reorganize around the sound.

“So submissive for us.”

Her thighs tighten around Griffin's hand.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

“You want to be good for us, don't you?”

“Yes.”

Micah's next strike draws a broken breath from her.

I know the pattern.

I've seen it before.

“You're getting close.”

Her brow tightens beneath the blindfold. “I—”

“Don't chase it.”

She goes quiet.

“You already know how to do this. You don't need to make anything happen.”

Micah maintains the rhythm.

“Just listen to me and let your body answer.”

Her breathing grows uneven.

“Let Micah give you the sensation. Let Griffin keep you steady. You don't have to control any of it.”

She whimpers.

“Do you feel the warmth?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

The falls of the flogger land again—harder this time.