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Taking a deep breath, I made my decision. I nodded, stating a soft, “Yes,” and Ian leaned forward, pressing a kiss to my lips before beginning to wind the rope around my wrists.
Every brush of the soft jute made my body tense, memories flashing in my mind. Memories that I shoved back.This is different,I reminded myself. The more I focused on what—who—was around me, the fire that burned in my veins and the love that radiated in my heart, the more the memories faded. The only things they would do would bring me pleasure becauseIwanted it; my men’s fingers, mouths, and tantalizing cocks were more influential than some piece of rope.
He continued to work, and I slowly felt myself relax. I knew the memories of being held at that psycho’s mercy wouldn’t completely disappear, but as time went on, the more I felt control over my life, they would have less of a hold on me. I knew my men would help me do that.
“I’m going to lift your arms,” Ian told me, walking me through what he was going to do. “There’s a hook in the ceiling.” I tilted my head back and holy shit, there was. I had been in this room several times and somehow I’d never noticed that before. “I’m going to tie you to it.”
“I’m okay,” I reassured him; there was still a hint of the negativity swirling in my body, but I knew that I wanted this.
“Is that how you respond to me, baby?” he inquired. The hint of ice threaded through his words sparked the ember that was burning in the crest of my thighs. The familiarity of our dynamic, his commands and my bratty responses turned me on more. I knew what would come if I didn’t give him the response he required, and I wanted the punishment, wanted the stinging ache to spread over my ass and thighs. I wanted this routine, knowing that having it as a constant would help me stay grounded in anything new that we tried tonight as we made new memories to push aside those of Nathanial. So, I just smiled, content to not say anything.
His eyes sharpened at my sass, and he handed the end of the rope back to Archer. In the next instant, I was turned, my head shoved down as a hard hand slapped my ass, forcing a gasp past my lips. I counted. One-two-three smacks against the sensitive spot where my ass met my thigh. By the time he was done delivering punishment, my pussy was soaked. Without warning, Ian pulled me back up with a hard hand in my hair. The sting against my scalp was different than it’d been with Boyko too. Knowing it wasIandoing this, knowing it was because Ilethim, made it hot, making my pussy clench in anticipation.
“Care to try that again, little girl?” he prompted.
My thighs clenched as I shook my head. “No, that’s not how I respond to you, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I won’t do it again.”
“If you do, expect another punishment like that one.” His hard voice was thick with need as he released my hair and held his hand out for the rope again. Jensen sat on the bed, naked as well, watching us with his stiff cock jutting out from between his legs. I licked my lips at the sight, and Jensen grinned. Before I could say anything, Ian turned me and swung the rope up over the hook above our heads, pulling until my arms were over my head, my breasts thrust out and feet trying to keep steady on the floor.
In quick, sure movements Ian tied the rope to one of the bed’s footboard posts. My chest rose and fell in rapid movements, the heat of a flush working its way down from my burning cheeks. The dampness slowly trickling down my thighs left no question to how my body was feeling about this turn of events.
Ian stepped back. “Jensen,” he called, reaching back and tearing his shirt up and off. “You know what to do?” There was only silence, but I assumed Jensen nodded.
I felt more than saw Jensen move. At least until his hands came around my sides, his fingers seeking my nipples. He rolled them between his fingers, and I groaned, my head thrown back against his shoulder as he tweaked them, playing them like they were an instrument and he was a fucking master.
Suddenly, there was a flick, and something slapped against my stomach. I squealed and straightened, earning hard pinches from Jensen’s fingers. “Oh God.” Ian stood there, completely naked—having divested himself of the rest of his clothes—with a flogger in hand. He slapped my stomach again and again.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head. With Jensen’s fingers on my nipples and Ian’s flogger slapping my flesh, I felt my head balloon. I sank into a deep space of safety, truly letting myself go and giving myself over to them. No responsibility or fear, only warmth and it was beautiful here, nothing but fire and desire. My limbs were liquid and my head lolled back against Jensen’s shoulder as I delved further into that place they were urging me towards. Only … something was missing.
That missing something appeared before me as the flogger fell away for the last time and Archer stood in front of me. He smiled, reaching down and lifting one of my legs in his hand. I was balanced precariously on one leg while he placed the other around his hip. His hand fisted his cock and pushed forward, the blunt head of his shaft pushing between my lower lips. I arched my spine, but it did nothing to further his movement.
He hovered just inside, driving me mad with lust. Jensen’s hands continued their ministrations, and I wiggled, squirming between them, wanting—needing—more. “Fuck!” I looked Archer in the eyes and whimpered. “Please,” I begged. “Please fuck me.”
With a grin, he gave me what I wanted—teaching me a very valuable lesson. Ask for what you want, and you shall receive. I groaned as he sank into me, thick and hard. His fingers reached around and dug into the cheeks of my ass. Jensen leaned forward, licking the shell of my ear. “That’s going to be me next, Mare,” he promised. “Enjoy him, because he won’t be the last cock you have in your pussy tonight.”
My whole body clenched, and the next time he pinched my nipples, I screamed. Archer powered forward, pushing up into my pussy with such strength that it left me gasping for air. He hit a spot deep inside that made me arch onto my toes.Fuck, that feels good. He did it again, and I nearly saw white.
Then, as if he couldn’t stand the wait any longer, Archer pistoned in and out of me—his cock sliding back and forth without resistance as I creamed around his length. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the sensation. Already, I could feel the blossoming of a beautiful orgasm, just out of reach. It was almost there, coming faster and faster until it hit me like a blinding light.
Archer groaned and held himself still inside of me as I gasped out, clenching down as I found my release. Jensen’s hands fell away from my chest, and Archer backed out, dropping my leg and leaning forward to drop a kiss on my lips that felt more chaste than deep and inviting. I saw why a moment later when he stepped back, and Jensen slipped around to my front.
“I warned you, sweetheart,” he said. I gasped as he pushed into me next, his hands coming out and gripping my thighs, pulling them forward and up until they were clasped around his waist, and he was the only thing holding me up aside from the rope wrapped around my wrists.
Jensen fucked me slow—slower than Archer had. His cock sank in and pulled back out in precise movements. “Look, baby,” he urged me. “Look at how pretty your pussy is. It’s gripping me so tight.” Caught by the mesmerizing tone in his voice, I found myself looking down, my eyes fastened on where we were connected. He dragged his cock out, slowly, oh so fucking slowly. And I saw the remains of my pussy on him, leaving his shaft wet and dripping as he pushed back in.
“This is the greatest place on Earth,” Jensen whispered in my ear as he fucked me. “Your pussy. My sweet baby’s pussy. It’s tight and warm and just what a man needs. But not just any man. Me, Mare. You’re just what I need.”
I groaned. The dirty talk always got me, a verbal fuck of the best variety. The dirtier he spoke, the hotter I got.
“Harder,” I croaked, wanting—needing—more.
“As you wish, sweetheart,” he whispered. The power that came with him following my soft command only made his harder, deeper thrusts even more scorching, and soon I felt as if I would come apart in his arms.
My nipples were pebbled against his chest as he shoved his cock between my legs. I gripped him, holding him right where I wanted him, riding that sensation of power. I’d brought him here. Made him into this obsessed thing. I’d done that to all of them. I’d become their obsession. Their sweet possession.
When Jensen came, it was with a breathless moan that escaped his lips, and even if I didn’t find a second orgasm, I was trembling and on the verge, and I knew they wouldn’t leave me wanting. Jensen pulled out and leaned forward, tonguing one of my nipples and pinching it between his teeth for a brief moment of pleasure-pain that left me gasping and wishing I could delve into his hair with my hands and hold him there.
Then he was gone, and I was left cold, but not for long.
