Page 12 of Whips and Chains
But I quickly realized I hadn’t said it for him.
I’d said it for the other men in the room watching us.
I wanted them to know how much I wanted this. Wanted him.
“Yeah, sweetheart, you are.” Whip’s voice was pure desire.
It rushed over me like warm honey, chasing away any awkwardness. His finger thrust inside me, finding my G-spot, and I gasped, leaning into the feel and loving the way that when he touched me, it was all I could think about.
One finger quickly became two and then three until I was riding his hand, my hips shifting so my clit got some friction too.
Whip’s dick was hard against my thigh, and his lips were sweet at my neck when he whispered, “Need to fuck you, sweetheart. You’re so damn wet, your pussy is begging for it.”
“Yes,” I groaned, the ache inside me so desperate it hurt. I needed more than just his fingers. I wanted to fall over the edge with him inside me, while he held me tight.
But as soon as he stopped touching me to pick up the condom, everything rushed back in.
Screams. Countdowns. Blood.
Death.
I slammed my eyes shut, willing the images away, but they didn’t stop. They rained down on me in a tidal wave of horror.
I couldn’t breathe.
“Violet, look at me,” Levi commanded from his spot on the chair behind Whip’s back.
I did as I was told, peeling open my eyes to find him staring at me. He was still shirtless, sitting in nothing but a towel tucked around his waist. His tattoos covered his skin, hard muscle beneath them. There was a white gauze bandage taped to one of his pecs. I frowned at it, wondering when he’d gotten hurt.
But before I could question it, he spoke again. “Eyes on me, baby. Don’t think.”
Whip slid inside me while I was still watching Levi.
I gasped at the intrusion. Whip was as big as I remembered, but I stretched around him easily, taking every inch he had to offer. He bottomed out inside me, his pubic bone colliding with my clit deliciously, while Levi watched.
I couldn’t turn away from his impossibly green eyes. They held me captive, heat flickering behind them, setting them ablaze as he watched another man take me.
The orgasm built inside me, thrust by thrust. Whip had me on the perfect angle, one that had me desperate, until my hips were moving just as quickly as his, my leg still hooked over his hip, anchoring him to me, keeping him close.
Levi never looked away. Not when tiny cries of pleasure slipped from my mouth because Whip knew exactly what to do and how to move to get me off. And not when I hit the maximum point of pleasure and fell straight into an orgasm that numbed my brain so beautifully I wanted to swim in it forever.
Whip seemed to know exactly that. When my eyes closed, he just kept going, prolonging the orgasm, milking out every second of the bliss while I spasmed around him. He came with a groan, saying my name, kissing my forehead like I was something special.
My entire body hummed. And for a good long minute, even though Whip got up to get rid of the condom, I lay there blissed-out enough that I thought I might even be able to sleep.
Until the orgasm ebbed away. And all I was left with was the aching hole inside me and thoughts I didn’t want to have. The panic rose again, choking me painfully, the relief Whip had provided so sweet but not nearly long enough.
Levi got up from his chair and knelt at the edge of the bed, grabbing my hand. “Hey. Hey. Eyes on me, remember? You’re here with us. You’re safe.”
Except I wasn’t. I wasn’t safe from the thoughts in my head.
Not unless one of them was touching me.
I pulled his hand to my naked breast.
His gaze flickered down at it in surprise and then back up to my eyes. “Vi…” There was a distinct tone of hesitation and wariness in his voice.
I pushed into his hand. “Please. I don’t want to think.”
