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His hips kept rolling, forcing him to go deeper in my mouth. His shaft wasn't as big as his friend, but he still had a nice dick between his legs. He was still a size no girl could ever complain about. I loved how it felt when he hit the back of my throat and slowed down just enough to make me gag.

“Yeah, that's right. You wanted this, didn't you? You wanted me to shut you up just by doing this. You wanted something in your mouth to suck on, so you better suck me hard and fast. My patience is thin today.”

I did. I kept sucking on him like my life depended on it as he forcefully pushed and pulled on my braid after wrapping his fist in it. It hurt, but it also felt good. They had that type of sex mastered, and I wanted more.

I extended my jaw to take him deeper because I gargled and drooled out of the corners of my mouth. He wouldn't let me up for air, so I had to concentrate on breathing just a little through his faster pumps. My eyes began to water. It allowed tears to fall as he made me take him deeper, and I leaked just a little between my legs when I gagged too hard. I’d need a damn shower soon.

The pleasure was almost unreal. I could barely stand it, but that probably also came from needing to use the bathroom, squirming in my seat. He took notice, believing it was from needing touched down below. Leopold kept driving me wild as his eyes kept skirting to what sat between my legs before coming back up to stare me down. He didn't want to lose the sense of dominance over me, and I wanted him to be my master forever.

These men gave me thoughts of finally having a red room. They reminded me of the card inCards Against Humanitythat said aGerman Sex Dungeonbecause that's where my mind went with them. The place where I could be tied to a wall and titillated into pure bliss, spanked into pleasurable pain, and sucked into submission.

I kept being a brat right now, and it seemed to be triggering them enough to carry out what I longed for. Hell, I didn't have to touch Leopold to get him hard. He came in that way like he knew what he already planned to do to me. His thoughts of me were what excited him, and that very thought inside my own head caused my eyes to roll back. My mouth began making love to his cock. I'd let my lips close on the end before letting my teeth gently brush against his tip. The teeth skim was light because no man enjoyed too much teeth, but I saw the shiver that raked through him because of it, enjoying what I was doing to him.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “I'm not going to last long with you doing that.”

His words werehis doom because I kept doing it repeatedly to make him meet his end faster. This sense of belonging found me every time one of them dominated me because they wanted me. That I was their personal sex doll. They used me, and I liked it. I liked that they took what they wanted from me, often rewarding me with my own orgasms.

He bucked forward, spilling his load down my throat without warning. He knew I didn't like to swallow because of what happened yesterday, so he'd made me. Unlike yesterday, he finished. He finally got to climax with the blue balls the other two gave him yesterday.

Leopold would be one of my dominators, but he sat lower in their hierarchy when it came to pleasure. He liked to be teased, and I could see it by how he waited for the commands yesterday. Well, I couldn't fully see it rather than hear him groan.

He slipped out of my mouth and tucked himself away, looking me over now that I grew flush with arousal. My thighs were still trying to rub against each other… as much as they could from being tied to separate chair legs. Luckily, they were on the thicker side.

"Was someone already that horny?"

Shaking my head, I had to catch my breath before I could speak. "No, I have to pee."

His eyes widened when he realized I wanted to relieve myself. He came in here with all his force to dominate me only to find out I was trying to get his attention to go to the bathroom. Still, the oral sex was fantastic, so I wouldn't complain.

Chapter 10

Leopold

After using her relentlessly, I didn't have the heart to keep her tied up. Instead, she sang in the shower as I made lunch for the guys. They were out doing some of their other business ventures, but mine had me working from home. I quite liked being a home body, and I had more time to myself with the guys out. Kage said he'd be shipping boxes that would take most of his morning, and Talon had his day job to do that masked waiting for his nextcall...

We didn't talk about his cleaning business because of certain jobs he cleaned up. In the organized crime ring, they called him The Cleaner, and we knew what he had to clean up. Being dark and unnatural, we kept that part concealed. I didn't think Vicky could stomach it if she learned we were connected to other problems in the drug world. I wasn’t squeaky clean either, getting information on people in illegal ways for others to use against them. She'd feel like we were an actual threat to her life with mine and Talon's connections, and she didn't need to know our jobs at the factory were covers for our other occupations. The money we were about to take from her father wasn't for us. It was for the other seventy-seven who'd suffer without having the extra income we did.

Talon might as well be Robin Hood, and we were his merry men. I smiled at the thought because we shared Maid Marian instead of just him claiming the prize. Kage would be Little John, and I'd be Friar Tuck, but a better looking one. My mind kept thinking about that classic tale as I prepped the rest of the food.

I sliced some tomatoes before moving to add the toasted pine nuts to my food processor to make homemade pesto. The basil fumigated the whole kitchen like it could transport me to paradise. Cooking was my calm. It was the balm that soothed my wayward soul. My chicken sat across from me, already hammered to be tender and flat for the pesto, tomato and cheese.

Now I had to squeeze my limes to make a yummy cilantro lime rice to go with it, and I even had a cucumber salad for the side. Kage would probably bitch about this being too healthy for him, but he knew we needed a good diet. They left the cooking to me, so I made them keep the attitude out of it. My mind kept repeating the song forRobin Hood, embarrassed I could still recall it. A hum fell from my lips, shaking my hips to the Disney version.

"Whatcha doing?" Vicki stepped into the kitchen wearing a towel around her middle. With her hair wet and body barely covered, I choked on my spit. We really needed to get out more.

"I'm making lunch for the guys when they return." I gave her a dashing smile over my shoulder before I kept chopping.

"Were you hummingRobin Hood?" I could hear the humor in her tone.

"Yeah. My mind got stuck on a comparison that led me to the man who steals from the rich to give to the poor." I shrugged, knowing Vicki liked to laugh. "Do you want to hear what Robin's pet pig's name is with a sinus infection?"

"ISherwood," she returned and replaced sure would, making me enjoy her company more. Her pun played perfectly, and she knew it. Her quick wit was something that attracted me to her in just our texting conversations.

"Snottingham," I quipped the end of my joke, watching as her face lit up. She giggled beside me, leaning against the counter I worked at to be closer for our conversation.

"What makes living with three men hard?" She lifted her brow at me.

"What?" I wondered if she'd keep it Robin Hood related or not.

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