Page 769 of End Game

I nod at Micah in approval.

Griffin swallows, but the next one lands slightly harder.

“Do you feel that at your core, sweetheart?”

Her voice is barely audible. “Yes.”

“I know you want to be a good girl? You want them to see?”

Her thighs clench visibly.

“Yes,” she breathes out the word.

I lean in closer, breath brushing her skin, and lower my voice another fraction.

“Show me.”

Her body tries to arch.

The suspension gives her almost nowhere to go, so the reaction travels through her instead—muscles tightening, thighs trembling around Griffin's hand, a cry breaking out of her as the orgasm takes her.

Micah stops the flogger immediately.

Dex makes a desperate sound around the gag.

Griffin just stares at her.

The surprise on his face is almost enough to make me smile.

Almost.

I stay close to Cami instead, talking her through the contractions until her breathing begins to settle.

“Good girl. That's it. Let it happen.”

She turns toward me even though she cannot see me.

“So fucking good for me.”

When the strongest tremors stop, I give her time before asking anything else. Subspace slows her processing, and I have no interest in mistaking a delayed answer for a missing one.

“Cami.”

“Mmhmm.”

“Color?”

The pause is longer now.

“Green.”

Micah meets my eyes.

I nod.

He starts again, gentler than before.

Cami recognizes what we're doing almost immediately. Her breathing changes before I say anything, and that alone tells me how much of the pattern she remembers from the first time.