Page 143 of Gambler's Fallacy

I collapse back onto the bed, breathing hard as the last vestiges of my orgasm race through me, and I whimper when Vortex keeps touching my oversensitive cock. By the time he pulls away, it’s starting to get uncomfortable, but I don’t even mind.

Havoc lifts my hips up, and I’m confused until Caleb holds up the large buttplug.

“I’m sure you don’t need the reminder of who you belong to,” Caleb murmurs, “but I’m plugging you anyway.”

The conflict about being plugged has all but vanished, and I keep my hips up as Caleb slowly slides the plug inside of me. It’s nearly the size of Vortex’s cock, and I make quiet, helpless sounds as it goes in. When it’s finally seated inside of me, Havoc lets me slump back onto the bed.

Vortex unfastens the manacles from around my wrists, rubbing them gently with one hand. “Be right back,” he says, kissing me briefly, then gettingup.

Before I have time to beg him not to go anywhere, Havoc and Caleb are right there, soothing the loss and making it more bearable.

I’m so selfish for needing all three of them. I know that.

But I can’t imagine having it any other way.

Vortex returns with damp washcloths. He drops one on Caleb and Havoc each, but he sits down and gently cleans me off.

“Why don’t we get full service like that?” Havoc grumbles half-heartedly as he wipes himself down.

“You aren’t the one stuffed full of cum.” Vortex’s hand lingers on my stomach.

I huff out a laugh, exhausted as it sounds, and I grab his hand. “Thank you,” I tell him — tell all of them, really. My heart is full, and I’m sated, and it feels so good.

“We’ll always be there for you,” Havoc says. “I don’t know about these two losers, but nobody is hurting you on my watch. Even if that’s Caleb’s douchebag grandfather.”

Caleb makes an exasperated sound. “At no point was I going to let him do anything to Seven. In case it isn’t patently obvious, I intend to keep Seven for the long haul.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Vortex says, his voice steady and firm enough to soothe any remaining doubts in my mind. “Not now, not ever.”

I exhale slowly, watching Vortex take the washcloths from Havoc and Caleb and return to the bathroom. On his way back to the bed, he opens the bedroom door, and Nacho and Miss K make a beeline onto the bed.

Nacho gets onto my stomach, purring happily as he starts to knead my stomach, and I wince at the feeling of his claws digging into my skin. I pet him anyway, but I’m so tired that my hand feels heavy. I yawn widely. “I’m gonna go to sleep right here,” I tell them, refusing to move from my spot in the middle of the bed.

“It’s my bed,” Caleb declares, reaching out to pet Nacho. Miss K gets jealous and butts her head against his hand to redirect his attention.

“And I’m already here,” Havoc declares, scooting closer to me. “Can’t make me move now.”

Vortex grumbles in annoyance. “You need a bigger bed, Caleb.”

“You can give me one for Christmas,” Caleb answers with a yawn.

Caleb grumbles and goes to the bathroom, returning barely a minute later with his glasses on. He gets back into bed, sets the glasses on the bedside table, pulling the blankets over us.

I smile, nudging Nacho off of me so I can curl up against Havoc, spooning him.

“I’ll sleep in Seven’s bed with the cats. I need to call Connie and see how she’s doing, anyway,” Vortex says. He leans over Caleb to kiss my forehead. “Sleep, beautiful boy. I’ll make breakfast in the morning.”

A touch of guilt runs through me, but the bed is only so big.

“I don’t mind,” he adds. He must’ve seen the look on my face because he continues, “I may actually get some rest without Havoc’s snoring.”

Vortex leaves the door propped open when he goes. Nacho curls up against my legs, and Miss K makes herself comfortable on Caleb’s chest. So much for the cats joining Vortex.

I hear Havoc’s breathing deepen. Caleb’s eyes flutter, and I’m not sure if he’s already dozing.

“Master?” I ask quietly, squirming as the plug shifts inside of me with every small move that I make. I wouldn’t have thought I’d enjoy it this much, but it’s comforting.

Caleb’s hand brushes against mine. “Hmm?”

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