Page 142 of Gambler's Fallacy

“Yes,” I whisper. “Please.”

For once, Vortex sets a punishing pace I can’t keep up with, and it’s surprising but satisfying all at once. It isn’t that I wish he’d change or even that I always want to be taken so roughly, but it’s what I need right now.

I am impossibly grateful to him for giving it to me, for giving all of this to me.

I’m grateful to all three of them, especially as Havoc and Caleb take turns touching me and kissing me while Vortex drives into me with abandon.

“I’m close—” I manage to get out.

Vortex grunts, but he shakes his head. “No. Hold back, beautiful. You have to wait until you’re completely full. You can do that for us, can’t you? Make us even prouder of you than we already are?”

My heart does a weird skipping thing at his words, and I bite my lip, trying to keep myself from tipping over the edge despite how close I am.

Even though the other two are right there, my attention is fully focused on Vortex as he gets closer and closer to his own climax. Again, I clamp down around him, and I’m rewarded with a strangled groan.

“Fuck,” Vortex mutters, and it’s his turn to grasp my shackled wrists in a painfully tight hold that has my vision going white with pleasure. I’m sure I’m going to come anyway, but he ends up fucking his cum into me before I have the chance. “Definitely too good,” he says, kissing my lips briefly before reluctantly pulling out. “Keep it allinside.”

Caleb switches spots with him, and I look up at Caleb with a dazed expression.

My voice catches in my throat. “Master… Did I… Was it…”

Is he mad? Did I do good?

Caleb runs his hands along the insides of my thighs. “If anybody ever threatens you,” he says quietly, “I want you to fight back with everything you have.” His eyes meet mine. “I’m proud of you, Seven.”

I’m suffused with warmth at his words, and I nod fiercely as I blink back tears. “I’m sorry I caused trouble, but I don’t… I don’t regret what I did. I don’t.”

“I don’t either,” Caleb answers.

He lubes up his cock, although I don’t need it, and pushes in slowly. I have to squeeze to keep Vortex and Havoc’s cum from leaking out, and that makes every inch of Caleb’s cock rub even more insistently against me.

Unlike Havoc and Vortex, Caleb’s thrusts are slow and languid. I whine and try to wrap my legs around him to force him closer, but he tightens his grip on my thighs.

“Take what I give you,” Caleb says raggedly.

The rough order has me obedient, accepting what he offers instead of insisting on more. I still take in a shaky breath, and I wish I could wrap my arms around him. My fingers curl, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

All I can do is lie there and rock against him, and I find that I don’t mind it as he goes on and on. I keep clenching around him, making sure to keep everything inside, and while he groans, it doesn’t make him come as fast as it had with Havoc and Vortex.

I twist my head in Havoc’s direction, and he smiles before leaning down to kiss me. When he pulls away, I turn toward Vortex, and he obliges me with a kiss too.

I don’t know how long it takes. Caleb’s pace is slow and agonizing, and my cock is so hard it almost hurts. But Vortex and Havoc keep kissing and touching me, and all I can think about is how lucky I am that they found me.

Maybe I did come out on top.

Caleb’s pace suddenly quickens, and I cry out when he slams into me and fills me up.

“Please, can I?” I beg, desperate. I want to come while he’s still inside of me, while I feel all three of them. “Please, please, please, Master!”

“Yes,” Caleb says harshly. “Do it. Come for me, for us.”

I would reach down and stroke my cock if I could, but I close my eyes, remembering the way they’d all felt — different in their own ways, but all with so much affection that I can barely stand it because it’s so unfamiliar but perfect at the same time.

Caleb is softening, but Vortex is there to wrap his hand around my cock, and it only takes a few jerks before I’m coming all over him with a strangled cry.

It’s intense in a way I’ve rarely felt, and it’s because it’sthem, all three of them focused on me — proud of me, caring for me.

It feels real.

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