Page 69 of Witches Be Damned

“I have something special planned for you, Superguy.” I gave his behind a generous squeeze on the way up and another when he lowered.

Tor’s eyes sparkled. “Bring it on, Supergal.”

Knoxe made Tor quit at one and half sets to give his back a rest since his muscles needed to rebuild strength. Tor swapped out with Pascal, and when he finished his set, he and Knoxe got down on the fake grass for push-ups. To give Knoxe an extra challenge, I sat on his back, enjoying the feeling of his flexing body beneath me.

“How’s that for a workout?” I patted his butt.

“You know how to torture a guy,” Knoxe grunted.

I repeated the seat technique for Pascal, but he wriggled after ten reps, not enjoying it, and I got off.

Knoxe helped lift Tor off his chair and onto the lat press machine, where his torso shuddered, straining to do what he used to do with ease.

I crouched at Tor’s feet, holding onto his legs. “Don’t overdo it.” I repeated Knoxe’s warning.

“I won’t push myself too hard, Dr. Supergal,” he grunted.

I squeezed his leg. “Good.”

Weights slammed as Tor abandoned them to draw me in for the sweetest kiss. “Speaking of doctors.” His palms skimmed along my sides and the familiar heat between us ignited. “We haven’t played doctors and nurse in a while.” His hand disappeared under my prison shirt to palm the skin of my belly. “Want to get all bossy doctor and order me around?”

My Superguy liked it sometimes when we role-played, and I was the dominant Superhero or fantasy creature and took charge in the bedroom. And the answer was yes, I volunteered as tribute.

Last night, my men let me decide when and if I was ready to proceed with more than kisses and loving caresses. I felt out of sorts, struggling to adjust to the environment, despite it being familiar. My worry for Raze eclipsed that anxiety when I stayed with him.

Tor’s suggestion erased any doubt and got me hot all over, and I lifted off my shins and straddled his lap, longing to be with my men.

“You forgot a very specific exercise, nurse.” I smiled and pushed his hand lower, hitting the elastic on my pants. “It’s called lubrication of the instrument. It’s a verydelicate operation.”

Tor plucked the strings of my pants, sliding his hand inside, fingering the elastic of my panties. “Show me how to insert the instrument, Dr. Nomical.”

“Go lower and locate the spot of insertion.” I arched my back, sticking my boobs and hips out.

Tor played along, inching his hand underneath the waistband and finding my burning, wet folds, caressing them slowly and softly. “Like this, Doctor?”

Oh, he was good at this game.

“You’re getting close,” I breathed, smiling at Tor.

“I’m not sure I have the right spot.” He toyed with me. “You might need to show me, so I get my technique right, Doctor.”

I moved his hand to the spot begging for his attention. “Feel that little indentation of flesh? Aim for that first to improve lubrication prior to insertion.”

Tor glanced over at Knoxe, who abandoned his set and palmed the tent in his pants. “Knoxe, do you know the instrument Dr. Nomical is talking about?”

Knoxe dropped to his knees and crawled over the grass like a fierce, sexy devil come to tempt me to sin. “Train me too, Dr. Nomical. I want to be familiar with the procedure.”

I loved that they let me take charge.

Pascal kept going to complete his set, unable to stop, his eyes glued to the action unfolding, his cock thickening, his muscles straining, the war waging behind his emerald gaze. Give him another minute, and he’d fold, just like Knoxe. My body needed him with us, participating, the four of us one.

Knoxe came to rest in front of Tor’s legs, pressing his hard, hot body to mine. “I think she means squeeze these for more lubrication.” His hand slid under my shirt and palmed my breasts.

Oh, yeah, that upped the slickness pooling in my panties.

“A little more pressure and no fabric separating us,” I commanded him, loving it when they played these games and dragged out my arousal and got me so hot and dripping for them.

“Have I found the instrument, doctor?” Knoxe unbuttoned my prison shirt, pulling it down one shoulder and kissing it.

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