Page 100 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Yes,” Conor told her, understanding, implacable as he approached her.

She put up a good fight, she did, but moments later she was kneeling on the floor, spider gag holding her mouth open, as Conor thrust in and out of her throat, slow and easy. His cock was too big for her to make much noise, and the noises she did make caused vibrations, making him sigh and stroke her hair.

“Good girl,” he crooned. “This is so much better.”

“Does this mean you’re willing to drop the anal thing?” Luke asked.

Conor just groaned. “It’s hard to argue with you, when I’ve got this tight little cockwarmer distracting me.”

“You know, the anticipation is good for all of us, not just her,” Micah said. “The day we can finally get our cocks back into her two little tight bottom holes, it’s going to be so good it’s going to blow all of our minds. Just think about it like a prolonged wedding night when the bride doesn’t see her husband, but in reverse. And in three weeks, we get to have our honeymoon.”

Luke came up behind Kara and kneeled, leaning down to spread kisses along her bare back.

“We should put her in a white dress, shouldn’t we?” His voice was husky. “I’ve never seen her in white.”

And even though Conor had withdrawn his cock to let her breathe, Kara couldn’t catch any air.

She did want that. She wanted it badly.

“My turn,” Luke said, rising to his feet and switching places with Conor. “Sweetheart, you’re going to love on my cock for a while.”

And as Kara watched Conor flip Micah over on the bed and go at his ass, their fingers tangled together, as Luke pushed his cock into her throat and held her there,something settled in Kara’s chest, something warm and easy. Belonging, finally. And even with Luke’s cock lodged deep inside her, she found it almost easy to breathe again.

About a week before their sex honeymoon, they made Kara kneel on the bed, arms tied behind her back, and took turns fucking each other while the third whispered in her ear.

Conor was bent over next to her on the bed, hand gripping her thigh, while Luke hit him with a flogger Kara hadn’t seen before. It was the promised punishment for Conor’s attempt at self-sacrifice, and Kara knew her time was coming. At first, Kara had been almost shocked at how roughly Luke was flogging Conor, until she saw how hard he was. No wonder why her arms were tied behind her back; every time Luke lashed Conor, he squeezed her thigh, hard, and she wanted to touch him so badly she keened in her throat.

Micah sat on her other side, stroking her hair, her collarbone, her ear, making her shake with his touch, while he narrated.

“See how focused Luke gets? He’s like that with you, too, you’ve just never seen it because you’re facing the other way. For him, nothing exists but the two of you and the way his hand or belt ties the two of you together. See how hard Conor is right now? It’s not only from Luke, or the pain, it’s from having you so close.”

“Micah,” she begged, not even sure what she was begging for.

“Poor baby, you need to orgasm, don’t you? It must betorture, aching down there, clenching against air. Only seven more days before you have us back in your cunt.”

“Be a good girl,” Conor groaned next to her, “and tell us you love us.”

“I love you,” she cried, the words now so familiar, saying them felt like breathing—and just as essential.

“Oh, sweetheart, it’s going to be so good,” Luke added, flogging Conor one last time, and Kara watched, so hungry, as Conor came on the bedding.

And finally, finally, the day arrived.

“It’s tiiiiiiime,” Luke sang, startling Kara, who was working out her excess frustration on the punching bag in the exercise room.

“It’s good that Conor’s the singer, and not you,” she told him, wiping sweat off her face.

“Just for that, I’m going to beat your ass before we let you come,” he told her. “Go upstairs to the bedroom and strip.”

She didn’t bother to argue or to put up a fight, just ran down the hallway and up the stairs, where she pulled off her sports bra, leggings, and underwear and dropped them on the bedroom floor. She stood straight, completely naked except for the godforsaken chastity belt.

Micah and Conor entered the room, stopping when they saw her.

“You know,” Micah remarked. “It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve seen you naked, or how many more times I’m going to see you naked. It never gets old.”

Conor didn’t say anything, just swallowed when he saw her, and held up the key.

“Wait,” Luke said. “She was bratty, so I need to punish her, first.”

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