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I jerk Jayden off for real now. I go at him hard and aggressively. I watch as he closes his eyes and pushes up into me. His hands open and close like they want to grab me, but they can’t. He can’t.

“Jo, fuck.” Jayden strains.

I’m close. So fucking close. Then Jayden stiffens, and his dick swells. He comes in my mouth, shooting jets of cum that I swallow down eagerly. Mouthful after mouthful. It pushes me over the edge, and I come with him, pulsing against Cole’s tongue and fingers.

This orgasm lasts longer than the last and drags out. My head tingles, and I feel…happy, fulfilled, satiated.

I let go of Jayden’s dick and immediately move to untie his hands. Cole gets his feet, and when he’s done, I move to put the ropes in Cole’s pile. As I do, Jayden snatches me up.

I squeal, and Jayden flips me on the bed so I’m under him, and he’s on top. He pants, looking down at me. His eyes aresharp, and he growls, “I hope you enjoyed that ‘cause that won’t happen again for a long, long time.”

My hands are pinned under his, and a tingle runs through me at how helpless I am again. Only this time, I realize it doesn’t make me feel helpless.

Jayden smirks, watching me. “You had your fun. Now it’s time for my other gift.”

“Other…”

Jayden glances at my wrists. “I’m going to tattoo you.”

“What?” I look up at him.

He grits his teeth. “Where that other piece of shit touched you. On your wrists.”

I clench my jaw. Jayden’s domineering tone is back. The one where it doesn’t matter what I say.

“I thought you said it was a gift,” I snap.

“It is. For me.” Jayden closes his eyes for a brief minute, then opens them again. He clears his throat, then backs off me.

I sit up as Jayden sits on the edge of the bed. He tightens his hands into fists, then releases them. “I want to do both wrists. Two skeleton hands holding your wrists. One for me, one for Cole.”

I glance at Cole. He doesn’t seem surprised.

“I want to…” Jayden struggles for words and runs his hand through his hair. “Fuck.”

I sit and wait for him to get the words out.

“I don’t want it to cover your scars. I want it to be there for your scars.”

I look at him in confusion.

Jayden rubs his face. “Fuck. Words.”

It’s almost amusing watching him get flustered. Jayden is never flustered. Jayden is a dick, but something has been different about him since we’ve gotten here. I’m not sure what it is, but it makes me think there’s a chance with him.

Slowly, I put my hand out and put it on his arm.

Jayden jumps, then looks over at me. He fixes his intense gaze on me. “I want you to come to me if you feel like cutting. I’ll make it hurt for you. But don’t do it yourself.”

I blink.

Cole sits on the other side of the bed with me. “I’ve agreed to let Jayden tattoo me when I feel the urge. We’re gonna start a piece on my thigh.”

Jayden clenches his hands into fists, then gets up and paces in front of us. “I’m going to be there.” He gives me a mean glare.

“What Jayden means is hewantsto be there,” Cole says, glaring at Jayden. “If you’ll let him.”

Jayden pauses stiffly. He battles with himself for a second. “Let me hurt you, Jo.”

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