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“There she is,” Evan said softly. “It’s ok, Isa. You’re safe.”
I started to tremble, and Nate wrapped his arms tighter around me as if he were physically trying to hold all my pieces together. “Talk to me, Isa,” he begged. “What happened? What did I do?”
I licked my lips. My mouth felt like sawdust. “You pulled my hair,” I rasped.
“I’m so sorry, Isa. I should have known, but I didn’t think.” Nate tried to move me off of him, but I pushed back againsthim. I was still very aware that he was inside of me, and I still desperately needed to come.
“Wait,” I pleaded.
“Isa, we don’t have to finish,” he said softly.
“I want to.” I craned my head around to look at him over my shoulder. “Please, Nate. Don’t let him ruin this, too. I want this. I need this,” I begged.
I rocked against him, pleas and moans falling from my lips simultaneously. Nate groaned into my neck as he began to match my movements, grinding against me.
“Are you sure, Isa?” he asked.
I grabbed his hands that had moved to my hips and slid them up to my breasts. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” I responded as I started rocking faster.
We had been so close to coming earlier that it didn’t take long to build back up to where we had left off. It wasn’t the hard fucking from before, but stuffed deep inside me, Nate’s dick was hitting all the right places.
“Come for me, Isa. Be a good girl and come for me,” Nate demanded, one of his hands dropping between my thighs to stroke my clit. He squeezed it between two slick fingers, and my mouth fell open in a silent scream as I came.
“Fuck, Isa, I love you,” Nate groaned as he came with me.
Nate was only the second person in my life to say that to me. We collapsed sideways onto the bed, breathing heavily.
Evan and Dom lay beside each other, facing me. “Are you ok?” Dom asked.
“Oh yeah,” I replied. “When we’ve all recovered, we’ll reposition and do that again.”
“I think we’re going to need to have a conversation about limits and triggers before we do anything else,” Nate said behind me. “Why don’t we save that conversation for the morning? Then you can reposition us as many times as you’d like.”
I sighed dramatically. “Fine.”
“Good girl,” Nate whispered, making me squirm.
That just wasn’t nice.
“You know, not everyone got to come,” Dom pouted.
I rolled back to give Nate puppy dog eyes.
“Fine. You can go suck him off.”
I grinned as I crawled toward Dom.
The next day, we were sitting around the table eating breakfast when Nate brought up what had happened the night before.
“Isa, we never want to cause you any pain. Triggering your panic attack in the middle of sex was just as traumatic for us as it was for you. Are there any other triggers we should know about, or things we should avoid?”
I honestly didn’t know how to answer his question, because I hadn’t thought about it before. I’d even tried to do some research on my phone in the bathroom this morning. That was one hell of a rabbit hole I wasn’t prepared to go down.
“I think my biggest ones are hair pulling, choking, and knives,” I replied. Those things would remind me too much of the abuse I received from my father. Past that, I don’t know.”
“Avoiding those things won’t be a problem now that we know about them,” Dom replied. He flashed me a sly smile, instantly lightening the air around us. “We know you like to be praised. Is there anything else you like?”
I took a bite of my eggs as I tried not to blush.
