Page 98 of Meet Me In The Dark

Finally, Luke was there, tall enough that all he had to do was turn her head toward him and thrust his cock into her mouth. He pumped a few times, then pulled out, coming all over her lips, face, and neck, but careful to miss her chest. And if you’d asked Kara before she’d known them if come on your face could feel like love, she’d ask you what porn you’d been watching. But now, she knew, that love could feel like anything. That it didn’t matter how filthy or embarrassing or deviant or depraved it was, there was nothing they could do together that was shameful—not when there was love between them.

Although she really wanted to come, as painful as it would be.

Luke wiped her face with a wet washcloth, tending to her as he murmured how much he loved her.

Then Conor said, “Don’t forget the last ring.”

Kara sat straight up. “What the hell else are you piercing?”

In answer, someone lifted her left hand, and tight, metal bands slid onto her ring finger: One, two, three.

She peered down at her hand. On her ring finger were three stackable rose gold bands, each with a different stone: a small but brilliant diamond, a glittering pink tourmaline, and an alexandrite that changed colors in the light.

Luke’s, Conor’s, and Micah’s birthstones.

For a moment, Kara forgot how to breathe.

“It’s not technically legal,” Luke started, his voice thick, “for you to marry three men. And clit and nipple piercings aren’t really the same thing as a wedding ceremony. We’ll give you one, if you want. But this, to us…”

Micah cut in. “It felt realer than anything else we could do. You’ve pierced our hearts, it’s only fair that we, well…”

“Yeah,” Conor finished. “I, just…yeah. We love you, sweet baby girl.”

And there it was. Even though he didn’t have the words, the wet shine in his eyes, brilliant as the rings on her finger, told the whole story.

Struggling not to cry, she asked, “And you weren’t going to ask me, first?”

All three men laughed.

“Baby,” Micah asked. “Since when have we ever asked?”

“I want you to have rings, too,” she said, taken over by the urgency of it. “I want…”

“Hush, baby,” Micah said. “We just need you to pick them out for us.”

Conor’s phone buzzed with a text, and he leaned over to pick it up.

Then, he laughed.

“What?” Micah asked, as he untied Kara from the tableand Luke checked her circulation. She felt weak as a kitten, and like a kitten, all she wanted was to curl up somewhere soft and let her owners pet her.

“‘I’m calling in my favor. I have a kidnapping of my own to coordinate, and I need your expertise,’” Conor quoted. “It’s from Marcus.”

“Kidnapping?”

Micah shook his head. “Apparently both my brothers are busy.”

Kara sighed, focusing on her rings, admiring the way they sparkled in the light, and vowed, in that moment, to never, ever take them off.

The next four weeks werehell.

It didn’t matter how sweet the assholes were, or how gentle they were with her, they were all sadists—not just Luke. All of them. Something Kara told them, constantly.

It wasn’t that there weren’t good parts. Kara would catch Luke and Conor wrestling out on the grass, without any of the fraught tension that usually was between them. Conor began to sing, sometimes even in the shower. She hadn’t heard that low, smooth baritone of his since they’d first met. And Micah’s smiles had become completely guileless—like that same sun was just bursting out of him, and he had to share it with her.

But that barely distracted Kara from the constant throbbing between her legs. The morning after they pierced and bandaged her, Luke disappeared, saying he needed to go to Jackson Hole, and reappeared a few hours later with a box. The guys were too excited about it, sending warinessthrough Kara. They opened it, revealing some leather, mesh, and metal contraption with two straps, one that would wrap around her waist and the other that would go between her legs, covering both her front and back holes, as well as her clit. When she saw it had a reinforced steel padlock on it, she took off running, thanking Luke silently for his coaching over the past couple of weeks. That said, she didn’t get particularly far before they caught her, pushed her onto her hands and knees, and locked the evil device around her.

“This is for your own good, baby,” Micah lectured. “We know you too well to think you’ll keep your hands off your pussy, and we don’t want you to get an infection or anything nasty.”

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