Page 50 of Ace of All Hearts

I squeeze my eyes at the embarrassing memory, though I nod anyway.

“We’re going to do the opposite tonight. You’re going to come as many times as we wish. You’ll come until you’re crying and begging us to stop. And we’ll only stop once we’re satisfied that it’s been enough. Clear?”

I don’t think there’s such a thing as coming too much, but they can try if they want. I nod.

“Good girl,” Rachel praises, and I melt against Lik. “Now you can make her come, Lik.”

Lik picks up the pace again. He inserts another finger, and his thumb comes back to my clit. Rachel directs him with soft orders, teaching him how to pleasure a woman the same way I’m sure he’s capable of pleasing a man. With her voice and Lik’s fingers following her melody, it doesn’t take me long to scream as I explode against his hand, my cries of pleasure loud and unfiltered.

I can barely stand on my own when he pulls out of me. My muscles feel like jelly and my eyelids heavy. I try to force myself to keep my gaze on Rachel, but my thighs are trembling, and I must readjust myself constantly. I whimper around the gag, trying to get Lik to hold me so I can relax my body against him. He doesn’t, and I’m forced to push through the lethargy that is trying to overtake me.

“Now say thank you for your orgasm.” My brows furrow at Sam’s request. He perfectly knows I can’t say anything with this thing in my mouth. “Go on,” he insists in a reassuring tone.

I do. There are no words, just imperceptible vowels pushing past my tongue. His smile annoys me. The fucker is relishing in my humiliation.

“Good girl,” he praises. A rush of warmth spreads in my chest. “I think she deserves the use of her hands.” He nods at Lik.

A second later, the cuffs drop to the floor behind me. Lik steps away from me and goes to sit on the sofa next to Rachel, leaving her in the middle of them.

The first thing I do is lower my hoodie until it covers my pussy. It’s big enough to reach just below it and I’m thankful for that. Then I go for the gag.

“Don’t you dare,” Sam snaps, startling me. “Take that off before I allow you, and I promise I will shove my dick so far down your throat you’ll be mute for days.” Letting my hands fall back to my side is hard, but I know what he said about ‘no warning’. I’m stubborn, not stupid.

“I want this to go well, doll,” Rachel says softly. “Please, I want to see where this could lead.”

What with your soon-to-be abusive husband and the four of us?

You’re not even attracted to men.

Viktor is going to come get me before we can even try to make this work.

I don’t say any of this. Not just because I can’t, but because I don’t want to break her heart yet again. If she wants to try, I’ll try. Just for her. I owe her that much after putting her through hell for years and only giving her bits of me.

“Will you be ours?” she asks, practically pleading. “Give us a chance just for tonight. If you like the dynamic, we’ll take it one step at a time.”

Her voice. It always stirs something in me. That softness that used to be so shy at school, around my friends and me. The quiet whispers in my ear so others wouldn’t hear the dirty thoughts that crowded her mind. The silvery notes that always completed my huskiness. The way it wobbled every time she accepted my need to take a break from us. And how stern it can turn, like when she guided Lik into making me come for them.

“Rose,” she hesitates, and I can see the difference between tonight and the last time when she had me fuck Lik. Because there was anger in her tone back then, revenge in her eyes. Tonight, she wants my permission. She wants me to give in completely.

And isn’t that the worst? Because I can deal with the three of them overpowering me and forcing me to do shameful things I know I will like anyway. But to want it? To agree? To give them the green light?

I shift on my feet, even as they all stay silent. Sam doesn’t use this moment to twist the knife either.

“Do you want this?” she asks, and I know it will be the last time she tries. So I jump. I let myself freefall into the madness.

And I nod.

Her smile lights up the room, and I watch her shoulders sag with relief. She turns to Sam, awaiting his lead.

“Take your hoodie off,” he tells me flatly.

I do so with an ease I didn’t expect. He nods his approval and spreads his thighs.

“Come here,” he says, indicating the floor and the space he just created between his legs.

The softly spoken words entice me. I take a step, but he lifts his hand, stopping me in my tracks. “Tsk, tsk. I seem to remember telling you you’d becrawlingback to us.”

I understand what he wants, although I’m not sure I can. I turn to Rachel again. I need her comfort.

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