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Like binding my wrists.
That’s a no.
Dutch is happy for any touch, whether he’s bound, gagged, or face-fucked. With his throat filled, he beams total blissed-out sunshine. He milks Bishop’s shaft until he’s lovingly tonguing the half-blown knot that won’t squeeze past his teeth, no matter how expertly he sucks.
“Are you pleased yet?” My walls flutter. Dutch’s knot-pulse teases me so close to the edge, I taste sparks.
“Could I answer if I were?” Bishop pumps his hips.
His pupils are wider than normal, but his breath is too steady.
I can be late for work.
But I can’t wait hours to freaking come.
Reese’s purr strokes my spinal cord, teasing his knot against my stretched hole. “Remind him who’s in control.”
“Give me the vibrator,” I growl but don’t command.
Don’t have to.
Bish takes my requests very seriously.
“Your scepter.” He curls my fingers around the switched-off toy, bracing on Dutch’s shoulders as he brings his face to mine. “And my reward?”
I kiss his evil lips. “You’ll get yours when I get mine.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Bish tucks my hair behind my ear with shaking fingers. With Dutch grunting, and Reese and I breathing like we’re sprinting, no one else can hear the whisper he rasps direct to my eardrum. “Break me, Queen.”
The vulnerable rawness that softens his eyes brushes the bond like peacock feathers. I’m the only one who can see Bishop’s expression, but I’m not the only one whose breath catches.
Dutch’s moan vibrates four connected bodies.
“Fuuuck,” Reese groans. “What kinda stamina you think I have?”
“The best.” I squeeze my ass, encouraging. “Match my pace?”
“Always with you, Solly Baby.” Reese nuzzles my throat.
“Then hold on.” I flash Bish the smirk I learned from him—the one that whispers you’ll thank me for the torture.
Then I click on the vibrator.
It’s pink silicone, high-powered and oblong. Last night, the guys showed me alllll its functions.
This morning, I’m sharing the love.
As I rock to show Reese the pace I want, he grips my hips and pumps helpfully from behind. Not too slow, not too fast. His stroke works my walls between his thick shaft and Dutch’s ultra-wide knot. When Reese draaaaags out of my ass, I drag the vibe down Dutch’s neck.
Up and down.
Reese thrusts while I trace the twitching cords of Dutch’s well-filled throat. He short-circuits.
Needneedneedneed-lovelovelovelove-moreMoreMoReMORE!
Bish gasps.
His shallow throat-thrusts stutter.
