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Teddy’s strap lands again and again, each strike perfectly timed with Atlas’s relentless pounding. My senses are heightened, every lash a spark igniting the fireworks already exploding within me. My eyes never waver from Teddy’s as the world narrows down to the intoxicating blend of pain and bliss, his gaze holding me captive as much as the bonds do.

Atlas's movements become more frenzied, his grip on my thighs tightening as he pounds into me with an urgency that mirrors the spiral of ecstasy coiling in my pussy.

Key’s mouth is relentless, his tongue a skilled instrument that plays me with expert precision. The pressure builds within me, a tight coil winding tighter and tighter until it threatens to break. His lips seal around my clit in a torturous kiss, sucking hard before biting down just as Teddy’s strap lands once more.

It’s a perfectly timed dual-strike that ignites a climax, shattering me. Each fragment is carried away on a tidal wave of sensation that crashes over me again and again. My body convulses as intense waves of bliss ripple through me, leaving me gasping for breath and clutching at the lights that bind me.

Atlas releases a guttural groan, his movements becoming erratic as he prolongs my release with brutal swivels of his hips. It’s almost overwhelming. Sending another shiver racing through my spent body, I let out a scream that breaks my hold on the candy cane and echoes off the walls like a raw and primal animal breaking free of its confines. Each breath I take is a ragged gasp, filling my lungs with the heavy scent of sex.

As my senses slowly return and the world begins to take shape around me once more, Key’s dark chuckle has my cunt pulsing. His mouth leaves my clit with one last languid lick as he looks up at me with dark satisfaction.

“Oh, Sugar,” he tuts in mock disappointment. “You dropped the candy cane.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Key’s words echo round my head, setting off all my nerve endings in sinful anticipation of my punishment for disobeying his orders.

My heart thrums in my chest like a hummingbird's wings as the remnants of my climax still pulse through my veins, a lingering echo of the storm I’ve just weathered. My breath comes in shallow gasps, Teddy’s grip on the leather strap slackening as he steps back, heady amusement spreading across his features. Atlas slowly withdraws, leaving me with a bittersweet emptiness.

Key rises from his knees, his lips glistening with the evidence of my release. He stands before me, a devilish smirk playing across his features as he twists his hand in my hair, holding it in a punishing grip. He jerks my head to a tilt as his lips meet mine in a searing, sloppy kiss that leaves no room for air. Only the intoxicating flavor of chocolate, mint, and my own essence.

My body is limp, both exhausted and exhilarated, as Key’s kiss breaks with a lingering pull that leaves me breathless. His wicked grin takes over once more as he steps back to stand beside Teddy, leaving me temporarily abandoned in the chargedatmosphere. The room feels electric, like the aftermath of a storm, and every inch of my skin is alive.

Atlas steps behind me once more, just as Teddy and Key both move to either side of me. There’s a sharp clang of metal and I’m jerked down in my bonds until I’m suspended face up and horizontally to the floor with my legs still bound and tightly spread.

The bonds around my arms loosen until they’re gone completely. Teddy and Key then pull them apart, securing each one to the pull-up bar on either side, they arrange my forearms so they’re flush with my bent knees, keeping my quivering core still fully accessible. The shift in position sends a fresh thrill coursing through my veins. Anticipation curls in my belly as I comprehend the vulnerable display I’ve become.

My heart races anew as the three of them encircle me like predators eyeing their prey. The room is silent for a beat, the anticipation crackling like static electricity in the air. I can feel the heat of their gazes on me, a tangible force that sends shivers racing along my spine.

Bound and exposed, I'm splayed out like a sacrifice.

Atlas runs his hands along my sides, his fingers a gentle contrast to the earlier torrent of motion and sensation. His touch is reverent, tracing paths of fire over my exposed skin, reigniting embers of desire that were never quite dulled.

Teddy’s touch trails lightly over my form as he surveys the marks left by the strap, his fingertips tracing each burning patch and welt. His touch now gentle and a stark contrast to the forceful strikes that set me afire moments ago.

Key circles to hover above my head, his eyes dancing with mischief as he looks down at me. The position leaves me feeling utterly vulnerable, and yet the thrill of it sends sparks shooting through my veins. His fingers entwine with my hair again, notto pull, but to stroke. His touch acting as a soothing balm to the firestorm within me.

“And now we start again,” Key murmurs, his voice a velvet caress that wraps around my senses as he bends to press a soft kiss to my hairline. His fingers drift lower, tracing the path of sweat on my brow before sliding down my throat, pausing at the bell that still jingles softly when I move.

The atmosphere in the room becomes a living entity, pulsating with the rhythm they set as their touches turn more forceful and deliberate, drawing sounds from my throat that I’ve never heard before. Each one designed to bring me to the brink of madness once more.

Key circles me, positioning his cock at my entrance with a smirk that promises both agony and ecstasy, his hands gripping my hips. A heartbeat later, he drives into me with a single, smooth thrust that steals the breath from my lungs. The sensation is overwhelming and exquisite, a heady mixture of pain and pleasure that leaves me reeling. I arch into the sensation, craving more, as Key sets a punishing rhythm that shakes my suspended form.

I quickly see the benefits of my new position as my body swings with every jerk of his hips, no longer anchored in place. The movements force me to surrender completely, my head falling back to hang, no longer able to even brace myself against the slamming of Keys hips into my cunt.

His fingers dig into my hips with bruising strength, his hold my only anchor as he forces himself deeper, harder, faster. The room echoes with the brutal slaps of skin against skin, my screams the lyrics to the song he conducts with reckless abandon.

Atlas and Teddy watch with predatory intensity, their eyes dark and hungry as Key lays claim to my core. Each thrust sendsshockwaves through my body, my vision blurring with tears as I hover on the edge of petite mort.

Teddy steps closer to him in a silent command that shifts the dynamic. Key’s rhythm slows, his thrusts becoming deeper and more calculated as Atlas’s upside down form comes into view.

“Open wide, baby.” His fingers trace over the column of my throat as he tilts my head even further back. “Take a deep breath.”

With a gentle yet commanding touch, Atlas guides me to open my mouth, his fingertips grazing my lips with softness and care.

Key's motions are slower but remain unrelenting, each deep thrust timed perfectly with Atlas's movements as he slides his cock past my lips with a tenderness that belies the ferocity surrounding us. His length fills my mouth, and I taste the salt of his skin, feel the heat of him against my tongue. My breath comes in short gasps around him, each inhalation a reminder of the power they hold over me.

He stays shallow at first, until he’s pushing himself deeper and deeper, inch by inch he reaches my throat and goes even further. His hand cradles my head, granting me the support I need as I let myself succumb to his mercy. The position allowing me to swallow past his obstruction as my lips meet the base of his dick.

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