Page 60 of Lose Me In The Shadows

She did, and as she looked between the three of them, so big and strong, blocking out everything else and protecting her even as they pushed her, her fingers sped up circling and rubbing one side, and then the other.

“Oh, god,” she moaned, just on the edge.

“Say our names when you come,” Conor ordered.

“Micah,” she panted, circling once.

“Conor.” Twice.

“Luuuuuuke,” and she flew over the edge of the cliff.

It was a long fall, and it didn’t end.

“Again,” Conor ordered.

“No, I—”

“Again, sweetheart, or use your veto.” Luke this time, his green eyes a forest filled with dominant lust. “Again, and again, and again, until it hurts—and then one more. And no one is going to fuck you. This is all on you.”

“Is this my punishment?” she asked as she started moving her fingers again.

He cleared his throat. “Part of it.”

“Then it’s your punishment to watch and not touch,” she told him, and when he grinned, slow, boyish, and sexy, her heart tripped over the edge and fell, fell, fell—and her orgasm followed her a moment after.

No one spoke for a while, just harsh breathing and Kara’s choked moans as she got herself off again, and again, and again. Every time she paused, deciding she was done, Conor or Micah delivered a slap to her inner thighs, and the sting pushed her further and faster. Finally, after more self-induced orgasms than she could count, she begged in a high voice, “please, please…”

“What are you begging for, baby?” Micah asked in a croon as he lowered himself to his knees so his mouth was inches away from her bare, needy pussy.

She didn’t know. Please let her stop? Please fuck her?

“Please everything,” she said, knowing it was nonsense and not caring.

Micah started to lean forward, but Luke stopped him with a hand to his shoulder.

“No. I wasn’t lying when I said no one was going to fuck her, and she was going to have to get herself until it hurts.”

“It hurts,” she whined.

“Then one more.”

This one was practically impossible. Her clit hurt from overuse, her legs were shaking from exhaustion, she could barely sit upright. She wasn’t in control of her body anymore—but she was in control of theirs. And she fucking loved every second of it.

Was this what a power exchange was really about, when it was healthy and non-toxic? If so, put it in her fucking veins.

It hurt so good.

She pinched her nipple hard, her clit harder—and that’s all it took. She came with a breathless cry and slumped over on the couch.

And watched as Micah took her hand and sucked her fingers into his mouth, licking her essence up. Conor pulled him to his feet and kissed him, sharing her taste before turning to Luke and passing it along.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” Luke said.

“No touching,” Kara reminded him.

Micah, also hard, glanced at his watch. “It’s go time. C’mon, baby, we’ve got another show to put on.”

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