Page 158 of Doubts & Fears

“So dramatic, little love.” Ivan smiled.

“Let me edge you for a full week, Blade, and then we can talk.” I spit my tongue out at him while he chuckled.

“Anyway, I also learned I could never handle what she has. Oh, and I got over my hesitation on using a vibrator.” My face flushed ten shades of red.

“Excuse me?” Sebastian asked.

“What? The vibrator? I know, hard to believe that I had such an aversion to it, right?”

“I’m excited that you overcame your fears. I’m equally glad to hear you’ve seemed to learn your lesson.”

“Thank you,” I breathed, feeling proud of myself.

“Tell me, what else did you learn?”

“I learned quite a bit. I learned that I indeed will not die if I can’t have an orgasm, although it was touch and go there several times.”

“Yes, Ivan told me all about how hard you sobbed in his arms, telling him you were going to die. I’m glad you survived. Tell me, on a scale of one to ten, how intense was your need?” Sebastian asked.

“One hundred. It was off the charts. Laugh if you must, but each of these men standing here knows exactly what my weaknesses are and exploited them every other hour.”

“So you discovered what some of your weaknesses are? That’s excellent. Would you please share?”

“This is slowly becoming a counseling session, but very well. The Reaper’s tongue is weakness number one. He has taught my body to crave it, and he never once licked me where I wanted him to. The Crow’s lap is inherently naughty. He makes me want to grind on him nonstop. And the Blade, well, his hands…dear god, the thought of them alone makes me spiral. Those calluses—the contrast in texture and the way they glide over my…” I shuddered visibly, my chest heaving.

“But my biggest weakness is their voices. Every one of them can damn near push me over the edge with words alone.”

“Are you saying you like it when they talk dirty to you?”

“I don’t like it, I love it.” I paused before continuing. “Something else physically, I learned a pussy can leak and run down your leg. Which only proved to me you can’t die of embarrassment, either.”

“And did yours leak?”

“Yup, to the point where I imagined my epitaph might say, ‘Here lies Kinsley Anya Marie Taylor. She died of embarrassment and orgasm denial. Her beloved King regrets having made her take a walk with him down the main streets of Seattle while wearing no panties.’”

“But it was so fun,” Ivan teased.

I continued, “‘Her beloved tried to assist by kneeling and licking said drips from her inner thighs while a crowd of onlookers gawked. The coroner has confirmed it was a dual combination that ended her little life. Friends closest to her say she’d want the story shared, so that others would know of the dangers that exist in the world.’”

After a few minutes of listening to them laugh and joke, Sebastian asked me, “What are the dangers so that I know?”

“Never challenge a member of the Death Squad. Not only are they loyal to a fault with one another, but they’re creative and are expert craftsmen. Individually, they are dangerous. Together, they are lethal. Ladies, beware.”

This comment earned me another round of laughter from them. I guess I should be glad that I was entertaining. The lightness of the conversation made being in their playroom easier.

“I’m curious about something, though,” I said and then quickly asked the burning question I’d wanted to all week. “What would have happened if I hadn’t been able to control myself and my body came without permission? What would have happened to me?”

“Kitten, you would have had to pick two cards. Then we would have held you down and made you come the same number of times as the face value of those cards,” Alek said, and my eyes grew wide.

“One after the other, until you thought you couldn’t possibly come anymore,” Nik added. My eyes flicked to his.

“And we would have shown you that you could,” Ivan said.

I gasped, “Are you serious? Why didn’t you tell me? I thought you would beat me or something worse. How is that punishment, though, really? It sounds like heaven to me.” I closed my eyes and swayed, thinking about them making me come over and over.

“Kinsley Anya Marie, have any of us ever threatened to beat you?” Ivan growled, taking me by surprise and snatching me from my happy thoughts of multiple orgasms.

“No, Sir,” I blurted. I looked down as my heart pounded in my ears.

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