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“You better get back over here, our girl is getting needy,” Bishop forces through gritted teeth.

Crew chuckles as a few items hit the bed beside me all at once. I’m desperate to know what he’s got, but even if I wanted to stop and ask, Bishop’s hands are guiding my head up and down in a rhythm he’s chosen.

“Here, put these on her,” he says, and one of Bishop’s hands lifts from my hair to take whatever Crew is offering.

I drop down onto my elbows to allow me more access to him, and it drags another strangled moan from him. “Fuck, Camilla. You’re too fucking good at that. Keep it up, and I’m going to blow in your pretty little mouth instead of your tight cunt.”

I moan at the filthy words. There’s something about when these men talk dirty to me that makes me ache like nothing else.

Bishop repositions slightly, slipping his cock deeper, and I swallow around him, desperate to take more.

“Fuck,” he grunts.

Warm fingers pinch at my nipples, and I moan around his cock, a moment before something cool and sharp pinches the soft rosy peaks. I scream around Bishop’s length, which quickly turns to me choking as pain engulfs one of my nipples and then the other as he repeats the same sequence on it, but the agony quickly morphs into something else. Something that makes the wetness between my thighs grow.

“Your pussy is pulsing around nothing, Little Menace,” Crew murmurs. “Do you need something inside you?”

I nod around Bishop’s cock. They’ve barely even touched me, and I’m already so desperate for them I can barely breathe.

The sound of a bottle flicking open piques my interest immediately before something cool and wet meets my ass, causing me to jolt and impale myself on Bishop’s cock again.

“Relax, Camilla. I’m going to plug your ass before I play with your pretty pussy.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

CREW

I’ve imagined fucking Camilla in just about every position, on every surface, with any number of objects, but she really brings out the depravity in all of us, and let’s be honest, she takes every single thing in her stride. The fact I’m staring at Kovu’s handiwork on her ass and she doesn’t even seem that mad about it, I’d say it pretty much solidifies that she’s the perfect match for us.

I run my hands over her ass in soothing circles as I watch some of the tension fall from her shoulders. Taking away her sense of sight is more a lesson in trust than anything else, but there’s an element that makes me so fucking hard that she’s allowing us to play her body and handing her trust to us despite everything she knows about us.

Once the tension has melted away and she’s back to bobbing up and down on Bishop’s cock, I press a single finger to her puckered asshole and allow the lube to coat it before pressing forward until the digit is inside her to my knuckle.

Camilla’s body trembles beneath my touch, and a soft moan fills the otherwise quiet room as I begin pressing in and out, preparing her for the small plug I picked out for her.

The rooms at the Scarlet Lounge come equipped with almost every sex toy you could imagine, all brand new in their packaging, and that you can take home at the end of the night as part of your membership, and it really comes in handy to not be carrying everything here with you and home again.

Once she’s taking the first finger with no resistance, I withdraw it and quickly replace it with two lubed-up fingers at the same time Bishop drags Camilla off him.

“Fuck,” she moans, pressing back against my fingers until they slip deeper inside her.

“Fuck is right, love,” Bishop pants. “Your pretty mouth is fucking heaven.”

She looks up at him, and even though she can’t see him through the blindfold, I can tell she’s smiling up at him smugly.

Brat.

“Do you like my fingers in your ass, Little Menace?”

“Yes,” she moans. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby?” I press deeper and revel in the sharp intake of breath she drags in.

“I need more. Please, Crew,” she pleads with me, but instead I slap my free hand down on the cheek without Kovu’s artwork.

“Try again, Camilla.”

“Please, Daddy,” she cries out, and my cock pulses against the zipper of my pants. If I don’t get some relief soon, I’m worried my balls might actually start turning blue. I always thought that saying was bullshit, but now I realize how true it really is.

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