Page 99 of Meet Me In The Dark

“Whose idea was this?”

She was surprised when Conor pointed at Micah.

“You tattletelling fuck,” Micah said with a laugh.

“I know you love us, sweetheart, so it’s okay if you hate us for a little while. You’re going to end up addicted to it,” Luke said, practically rubbing his hands together with glee.

She snorted. “You’re way too excited about this.”

“Yup,” he said, his cheerful tone unable to hide the unholy look in his eyes she hadn’t seen since the cabin days. “Like I said, this is gonna be fun.”

It wasn’t.

The chastity belt felt like a motherfucking thong that had been sent from hell. It didn’t chafe, which Kara thanked the sex toy gods for, and it was breathable—important to keep the piercing from getting infected—but it was so ever-present, she could never forget it was there.Especially when her men fucked in front of her, or discussed what it would feel like to fuck her again. Which they talked about, all the goddamned time.

Every day, they removed it, gently checked her piercing, cleaned it, and put on healing gel, but moments before she was about to come from their light touch, their hands disappeared and the belt was locked back on around her body, until she thought she’d go mad from the torture.

One night, they were lying in bed, Kara’s head pillowed on Micah’s chest as he played with her hair and she tried and failed not to think about sex, when Conor stomped in, naked, his cock so hard it had to hurt.

That was a satisfying thought.

“I can’t go three more weeks like this,” Conor announced. “I keep dreaming about fucking our bad little girl in her pussy or her ass, and it’s fucking killing me. Her mouth is not enough anymore.”

Micah sighed, stroking the underside of Kara’s breast and making her wiggle in his arms. He liked to gently tease her that way; Kara both loathed and loved it. She could come from just a little bit of nipple play, they were so sensitive, but the men were avoiding them.

As Luke had teased: “If there was a chas-titty belt, we’d use that, too.”

It was silly, there was nothing saying she couldn’t have nipple stimulation, so she was sure it was just meant to add to her torture.

Luke entered the room. “No anal. For one thing, she’ll get off; for another, there’s too much of an infection risk.”

Conor growled, and then, as if Kara weren’t even in the room, they got into an argument about whether Conor was capable of lasting by fucking Luke and Micah in the ass instead.

Micah refereed the argument, and it was also nice to see that some things didn’t change, even if the tenor of the argument had.

“Don’t I get a say?” Kara asked, raising her hand.

“Nope,” all three men said, then carried on with the discussion.

Beyond frustrated, Kara began to yell, desperate to be heard, as they argued in circles. Finally, Luke disappeared for a moment, returning with a ball gag, forcing it into her mouth as Micah held her down.

“Thank god, I thought it would never stop,” Luke said, kissing Kara’s cheek to reassure her it wasn’t meant cruelly.

Kara didn’t care. She kept telling them off, even with the ball gag in her mouth.

“I can still hear her, and I know a better way to shut her up,” Conor suggested.

“She’s probably going to bite your cock off if you do that,” Micah said, amused.

Luke flinched, remembering. He turned to her. “You know, I’d never been more proud of you—or more frightened of you.”

For a moment, Kara beamed, forgetting her predicament. It was a nice compliment.

Conor laughed. “We still have the spider gag somewhere. You know, just in case we’ve pissed her off too much.”

Anal debate temporarily forgotten, Luke and Conor wandered around the master bedroom, searching through the walk-in closet and various armoires until they came up with it.

“No,” Kara tried to say through the current gag in her mouth.

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