Page 101 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Haven’t I been punished enough?” Kara complained, even though anticipation lit in her belly at the thought of his hand on her ass.

Or being passed around by the three of them.

She’d take anything at this point.

“You want that sweetheart, don’t you?” Luke asked her. “You want whatever we do to you, however we do it, for as long as we do it. You need it all, and only wecan give it to you.”

“I want anything and everything you ever give me,” she told him, solemn.

His eyes warmed with her words. “Good. Say yes, sweetheart,” he ordered.

“Yes, sweetheart,” she teased.

“You can call me sweetheart whenever you want,” he told her, his voice gravel.

And then she was in his arms and he was sitting down and she was over his lap, and he was spanking her: short, quick, gentle slaps, warming her up, followed by harder, longer smacks that burned every time they landed. She sank into the sound of his hand on her flesh, the heat of his body under hers and Conor’s and Micah’s as they surrounded her on both sides, telling her what a good girl she was, for taking her punishment so well; what a good girl she’d been this past month, submitting to them and the orgasm denial, and how they were going to reward heruntil you can’t fucking see straight, you’ll have come so much, baby.

She let herself get sucked into their undertow and be swept away.

Finally, when her ass was on fire and she couldn’t take anymore, they stopped, soothing her. And then there was aclick as the key slid into the tiny padlock and turned, and they undid the chastity belt, leaving her free.

Air washed over her, and her clit and pussy, already throbbing and wet from Luke’s spanking, felt so sensitive from the weeks of teasing and from the clit ring, she was going to scream. It wouldn’t take much, and she needed it. Now.

“Piercings look good,” Luke announced, all business, like she wasn’t about to scream at them and demand they touch her. “She’s ready.”

“Yeah, she is,” Micah said, his hand stroking her inner thighs with a barely-there touch, sending shivers up and down Kara’s legs. “I bet if we blow on her, she’ll come like a geyser.”

“Let’s see,” Conor said, and then his head was between her legs.

He blew a stream of cool air directly on her clit right over the ring, and Kara trembled, wracked with shivers, as she came. It felt like fire, it felt like ice, she loved it, and she hated it, and all she wanted was more.

“Touch me,” she begged. “Love me.”

“Of course, baby,” Micah murmured, and then she was being lifted and lowered onto his cock, and they were rocking together, skin to skin, eye to eye, arms wrapped around each other. They were so close, so in sync, she could almost feel what he felt: the tight, wet heat of her pussy, the pull of the tiny clit ring, the softness of her skin, the piercings in her pebbled nipples pressing against his chest hair. And more than that, she could feel his utter peace at being inside of her, because this was exactly where he belonged.

Home.

For so long, Kara had looked for somewhere to belong,only to think she’d never find it. And so the reminder that she was home to them, and vice versa? Well, it never got old.

“We’ll keep you safe forever, baby,” he murmured in his ear. “But you, this? This is our safe place.”

The words pierced her the way that those needles had pierced her four weeks ago, and she came with them echoing in her ears.

And then she was being lifted off a still hard Micah and placed on her hands and knees, and Luke was behind her, and then inside her, so long, so deep, she felt him in her fucking throat, felt him everywhere. And she knew, sheknew, that even after he came, even after he stopped thrusting in and out of her pussy, slow and devastatingly perfect, she’d still feel him there.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart,” he groaned, in time with his thrusts, and he seemed to be saying,mine, mine, mine.

“Yours,” she agreed on a gasp, and although she wasn’t sure how he could’ve heard her, he growled in affirmation.

He placed his lips at her ear, and bit down, hard, just as he hit the perfect spot inside her, so she came. And as she came, she thought she heard him say, “There’s no one else for us but you.”

And then he was pulling out of her, also still hard, and she was being flipped onto her back, and Conor was coming down on top of her, his arms trapping her between them, as he slid into her, then held still. He didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on her, and she watched him back, her heart full. She reached a hand up, curving it around his cheek, and he leaned into it like a cat desperate for affection. He slid out, then in, out, then in, building something in her that was going to take her down like a tidal wave, and god, with that look in his eyes? She was ready to drown.

He whispered his lips over hers, then pressed down, giving her his whole heart with his kiss, and the sheer, painful sweetness of it crashed over her, taking her with it. He murmured, “I don’t care who I am, as long as I’m yours, perfect girl,” and she came again, his words like perfect circles on her clit, stretching her tight and then releasing her, stretching and releasing, so she came, and came, and came.

She was still mid-orgasm when Conor slid out of her, also still hard, and they rearranged her. Micah kneeled on the bed, holding her tight in his lap as he buried his nose in her hair and smelled her, one hand pulling on her nipple rings, the other playing with her clit piercing, prolonging the orgasm until it was sharp and almost painful and wetness gushed from her, drowning her thighs in her pleasure.

“Micah,” she moaned, overwhelmed.

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