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I want them.

I want what they do to me.

I want this version of sex, where it feels amazing, even if there is pain involved. I don’t want to have the ability to think. I just want to feel.

I want it to be about me. All about me.

I want them to want me as much as I want them.

I’m panting, chest heaving as I stare down at Viper while he slowly slides the vibrator up higher and higher. The beautifully weaved knot between my tits is pulling tight and is squeezing my chest with every breath. The sensation is oddly soothing, like an anchor point.

Just before the vibrator touches my pussy, Viper changes direction and traces my panty line toward my hip. My stomach muscles contract, and even though the vibration is moving farther away, with it sitting right over my hip bone, I can feel it fucking everywhere.

My heart is racing and sweat is starting to build beneath the knot on my chest. A humming sensation fills my legs and I have to wrap my fingers around the ends of the arm rests to stop myself from reaching for Viper’s little torture device.

I catch movement out of the corner of my eye. Angel has returned with the black length of rope. He starts with a double loop around my upper thigh, the first spot Viper touched the vibrator to.

The dual sensations of the rope sliding along my thigh and tightening, paired with the vibrations on the other side of my body, have my brain misfiring. I don’t know where to look. Both sensations want my attention, but it’s almost too much.

On top of all of that, I am desperately anxious to feel that new toy over my clit. Yet I really, really, don’t want to, especially with Angel’s explanation that yesterday’s car ride was basically a baby step for today.

Fingers curl around my chin and turn me to face Angel, but I can barely see him through the haze that is taking over.

“Breathe for me, princess. Just breathe. Feel everything that is happening, let the ropes hold you together.”

Let the ropes hold me together.

I take as deep a breath as I can manage and try to relax. Try to just feel. To let the worries in my head drift away.

I do it again and let my eyes fall closed as I exhale.

Just feel. Let them pleasure me and use my body for their pleasure.

Just be.

Let the ropes hold me together.

Chapter 34

Hudson

Emmy visibly relaxes after Darcy’s quiet words. She was already starting to give herself over to the scene, but clearly, there was too much going on for her to completely let go.

But now that she has, I think she deserves a reward.

As Darcy swaps over to her other thigh to create the first anchor points for that leg, I drag the vibrator up toEmmy ’sbreasts. Her nipples are flushed and starting to peak all on their own, which makes me wonder if she is already wet.

Sliding the vibrator up and over the ropes beneath her breast, I stop directly over her nipple. Emmy’s mouth opens, and her entire body arches into the feeling. I press firmly at first, then slowly lift until it is barely touching her, then press down again.

My cock strains against my jeans and my balls ache. Blood has slowly been heading south since the scene started, but now that I get to distract and play with Emmy as Darcy gets her set up for us, I’m almost in pain. Being the one in pain is not my kink.

Thankfully, we are almost there. I need to sink into the wet heat of her cunt—the sensation is borderline desperate. To feel her as she all but strangles my cock with her orgasms until the pleasure turns to pain and she is begging for it to stop.

My favorite thing about this wand is that it only has two settings. On and off. It’s all about the skill of the person controlling the toy. Tease. Pleasure. Pain. Desperation. I’m the one in control of that—for now, at least.

A tap on my arm drags my gaze away from Emmy’s breasts and the filthy image of coating them in my cum. Darcy smirks at me, knowing I am sinking into this scene, when I’m supposed to be helping.

What the fuck did he expect, though? This is exactly what he wanted. For me—for all of us—to be so enamored of this girl that we can’t fathom ever giving her up. Well, he’s gotten his wish, I’m here now, and I’m not letting her go. Not for anything. So, he can shut the fuck up if I get a little too into my fantasies.

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