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He must see the excitement in my eyes. “Your punishment will be putting an article of clothing back on.”

When we first played their twisted version of spin the bottle, I would have gladly put on more clothes, but we also had a hands-off rule then. Now I definitely want hands on and nothing in the way.

“Fine.”

Eli releases my neck and offers me his hand like a gentleman. I take it, and he helps me off the bed. He’s still fully dressed but the others are currently stripping any remaining clothing they have on. I wet my lips at the cocks that are all mine.

The room is big and has a small sitting area, but also a rug in front of a gas fireplace. He leads me to the center of the rug.

“Kneel, kitten.”

I drop to my knees and pose for him. My skirt hides my ass and pussy from the others, but that’s part of the appeal. Eli holds out his hand and Luke puts a blindfold in it. He smirks before sitting on the rug with the others, forming a circle around me.

I swallow as Jack places the bottle in front of me.

Eli walks behind me and gathers my hair into a ponytail. He quickly ties it off when Nico offers him a hair tie. Then he drapes the blindfold in front of my eyes. I don’t lift my hands from my thighs to help.

I’ve had the back of my hand smacked for that the couple of times Eli and I have played together alone, learning what each of us likes and what works for us in the dynamic he likes. So far we haven’t pushed too much into pain, just some impact play. But I haven’t found anything that’s a soft or hard limit yet.

He finishes tying the blindfold and moves away.

“On your hands and knees,” Eli says. The others are settled, but I can hear the rustle of Eli removing his clothes.

A little shiver of anticipation slides through me as I put my hands on the floor in front of me. My skirt drapes over my ass, covering me. At least for now.

A hand brushes the inside of my thigh. I suck in my breath, unsure who’s touching me. This might be harder than I anticipated. My guys all feel different, but with two at a time and a quick in and out, it might be harder to determine. Plus with someone sucking on my clit while I’m supposed to be thinking and holding back an orgasm...

This game is going to give me lady blue balls or I’m going to end up fully dressed by the end. Someone tweaks my nipple before cradling the weight of my breast in his hand. Their scents surround me in that intoxicating combination, so I won’t be able to use my sense of smell to help figure out who is fucking me.

“Spin the bottle,” Eli says. When I begin to move, someone puts their hand on my back, and Eli says, “Not you, kitten. You stay where you are.”

A hand brushes up the back of my thigh as someone reaches around me to spin the bottle. He drags his hand down my side as he goes back to his position. My pulse throbs in my veins. I can almost feel my wetness dripping down my thigh. I’m so ready for this game.

“Spin.”

I guess the first spin picked someone for one of the tasks, and this spin is for the other. I assume there’ll be three spins. But after the second spin, someone settles between my calves and lifts my skirt over my hips. Someone else positions himself in front of my head, grabbing the base of my ponytail.

“Open your mouth, little nympho.” Okay, Caden isn’t one of the guys near me, though he is behind me.

I part my lips. For a second nothing happens, then I’m fucked in my pussy and in my mouth, deep and so fucking perfect. They pull out before I really get a chance to figure out whose cock was in me. I don’t have time to think as someone’s shoulders brush my ankles and grabs my hips.

“You have ten seconds, kitten,” Eli says. “Now.”

Caden’s mouth latches onto my pussy.

“Fuck,” I whisper as he devours me, exactly how he knows will get me off quickly. Too many quickies in the closet near art class.

“Come on, sweetheart.” Jack sounds smug. “You’ve got six seconds.”

I try to lift off Caden’s face a little, but he clutches my thighs and sucks on my clit until white-hot pleasure begins to flood my vision. Just as I’m about to topple over the edge no matter how hard I try to hold back, he stops.

“Poor kitten.” Eli mocks me. “Hands and knees. Maybe you’ll do better this time.”

I shiver as my arousal lowers a little, and I assume the position. When someone spins the bottle, he smooths his hand over my ass before easing his finger into my pussy. I hold myself still as he fucks me slowly with his finger. It’s a teasing kind of torture.

“Again,” Eli says.

When my guy reaches beneath me to spin, he adds a second finger. The sounds my pussy makes are obscene as he finger fucks me. I almost bite my lip to hold back, but Eli will be watching, and I don’t want punishment right now.