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“We love you too. Go to sleep,” Roman says.

Chapter Twelve

Zoriah

One Week Later

After my drinking binge,Roman got rid of all the alcohol in the house. Mostly so I wouldn’t do it again, but also because he didn’t want anyone drinking. I woke up halfway through the night and proceeded to violently throw up for the next four hours while Ben and Roman took turns caring for me. I ended up falling asleep in Ben’s lap as he sat on the bathroom floor. The next day, I was forced to get up and go to work with a hangover.Thatwas the real punishment.

The morning after that, Roman put me on my knees and throat-fucked me almost to the point of throwing up again. I handled it a lot better, and I am proud of myself for that. Every time he does it, I get better and better. He has fucked my throat all over this house, in the car, and in our office. I fucking love being on my knees serving him.

Ben is eager to watch but is still cautious despite having consent. We had a sober conversation to confirm everything, but we haven’t set what this dynamic really means and what the rules are. I want to hand over complete control to them as a total power exchange, but I know there are rules that need to be set by all of us. When we find Huxley, we will discuss it more.

“Got everything packed?” Ben asks me as he kisses my shoulder. I turned and smiled at him. “Are you ever going to do more than just kiss my shoulder, Ben?”

“Why?” he asks with a smile.

“Ohhhh. Are you submissive? I can definitely peg you instead,” I say. He grabs my face and suddenly kisses me hard.

“You are a pain in my ass,” Ben says when he pulls away.

“Yeah, well, I want you to be a pain in my throat, but you’re afraid of me,” I say.

“On your knees,” he says.

“Make me,” I smile. I squeal when he grabs me by the hair and slings me to the bed. I go to sit up, but he moves me so that my head dangles off the bed. Roman grabs my hands and pulls them to my sides as Ben pulls his dick free. I open my mouth, and he pushes to the back of my throat.

Ben wraps his hands around the back of my neck to support my head as he starts to pound into me. Roman puts my hands on my pelvis to press my hips into the bed while still keeping hold of my arms. The pressure does something to me, and I moan around his cock. Roman releases me, but I quickly grab his hands and put them on my hips, needing more of whatever that was. He is hesitant, but after a second, he presses his thumbs into the bends of my hips. My whole body stiffens as I moan louder, the vibrations making Ben groan. I move my hands to the back of Ben’s thighs as he quickens his pace and fucks my mouth harder.

I feel the pressure building, and panic comes up with it. I focus all of my energy on sucking Ben as hard as I can instead of the fear that goes along with my impending orgasm. I am crying by the time Ben starts to fall, and I hope I’ll come first, but I don’t.

Ben pushes to the back of my throat, and I drink him down as he comes. When he pulls out of my mouth, he immediately leans down and takes my face between his hands. I arch off the bed and moan loudly when Roman moves his thumbs in small circles as he digs into the bend of my hips. “Please, don’t stop,” I say tearfully. “Please.”

“What do you need, Marigold?” Ben asks softly.

“Just talk to me. Don’t let me move,” I say tearfully. He moves my arms so that my wrists are behind my head so he can turn my upper body to look at him as Roman moves to straddle my legs, not letting up on my hips.

“You are doing so well, Riah,” Roman says gently. “How does it feel?”

“Good. So good,” I moan. “W-What are you d-doing to me?”

“It’s just a pressure point, love. Are you ready for this?”

“Yes,” I say. “Fuck… Rome… Can you…”

“Can I what, Zoriah? Tell me.”

“Can you... Fuck. I can’t say it,” I complain. He eases up on the pressure, and I whine, wanting to come.

“Say it,” Roman says.

“I want to come. Please make me come,” I beg.

“How?” he asks.

“M-Mouth. Your mouth,” I stammer, forcing myself to say it.

Roman pulls my pants off and spreads my thighs. He drops his head and slowly drags his tongue across my clit, and I groan as my entire body relaxes. “Oh, that’s good, Rome,” I moan as heexplores with his tongue. He starts gently sucking on my clit, and it makes my eyes roll back and my back arch. “F-Fuck,” I moan loudly. “That. Oh my God, that’s good.”