Page 35 of Mafie Trials

I swear I black out for a second just from how good it feels. Lev is standing beside me so I reach out to grab his length, wanting to rub my thumb over his piercing and watch his knees weaken, but Damien’s head pops up and slaps my hand away.

“The two of you need to get better at listening,” Damien says in that domineering tone of his. It should make me angry that he wants all the control here, but my traitorous pussy apparently disagrees because I can feel my arousal pooling with his words.

“Get on the bed next to her and lie down,” Damien commands, and then disappears out of the room. I know it’s wrong not to wait for permission, but when Lev’s warm body slides next to mine, I lean in to kiss him again. The faintest taste of myself still lingers on his lips. Damien slams the door behind him, and we separate so fast Lev nearly falls off the bed.

I refrain from giggling when I see the serious look on Damien's face and the little toys in his hands. Rope and a small black ring are in one hand with what looks like a med kit, and the other holds a contraption I’m equally terrified and utterly blissed out to see. A black vibrating wand.

“Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, I’m taking them out of the equation. If anything becomes too much, I want you to use the word ‘vanilla’ and everything stops. There will never be any anger or disappointment for stopping. I genuinely want you to use the word if you feel uncomfortable. Do you both understand?”

“Yes, sir,” we both say in tandem without missing a beat. Lev and I look at each other with a smile. I can’t help but swoon over how perfect they both are for me.

Damien nods his head in approval at our answer and walks up to the bed. He begins tying intricate knots around my wrists and arms. It’s not like handcuffs, nothing simple like that. It’s beautiful and looks like art. When he’s finished he pulls the rope above my head and the space between my arms disappears as the rope pulls them together fluidly.

“Too tight?” Damien asks before securing it to the bed. I take a moment to wiggle my fingers and stretch my shoulders, making sure blood flow isn’t being cut off anywhere before answering.

“It’s perfect.” I give a little tug just to see what happens and my arms squeeze tighter together but the moment I stop pulling, the rope loosens again. I’m surprised by how much I enjoy the feeling of the silk-like red rope. Half of my mind was concerned I would feel trapped again and have to use the damn safe word before this even started. Except, when I look up into Damien's eyes, my mind is clear and I know I can trust him. He’s my monster and my sunshine. He will never hurt me.

I give myself over to the feeling as Damien moves over to Lev, tying him up with a black rope and going through the same movements to ensure nothing is too tight. He moves over to the med kit and removes a pair of scissors to place on the nightstand beside my head. Another reason I don’t freak out by being restrained. Damien knows what he’s doing, and he makes sure we’re safe in the process.

He gets on the bed at Lev's feet and crawls up between his legs. Lev watches him in rapture. The ecstasy on their faces over each other is almost enough to have me exploding without either of them touching me.

Damien takes Lev's cock in his hand and slowly works the ring down to the base of the shaft. Then he bends down and slides him into his mouth. I can see the moment he starts to play with his piercing because Lev’s back arches off the bed, and I rub my thighs together just to build some sort of friction.

The groan Damien lets out has Lev panting in under a minute, the sheets under me saturated in my arousal. I had no idea I could be this turned on just by watching them and I’m loving every second of it.

Damien’s hand slides up my stomach while the other works Lev’s length in tandem with the bob of his head. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, and now it’s my turn to arch off the bed. Every inch of my body is in sensory overdrive as his fingers nearly vibrate along my center with how fast he’s moving them.

Lev and I are panting so heavily I swear the room went from sixty-nine degrees to eighty-two with just the heat of our breaths alone. My brow has a sheen of sweat across it that isn’t caused by withdrawal or pain for the first time in days, and I revel in it.

When Damien’s hand moves lower to spread my folds apart with his two fingers, I’m not quite sure what I expected but it definitely wasn’t him bending over Lev’s leg to suck on my clit. I scream out, trying my best to hold back from coming because I know he wants that control. But he already has me so damn close to the edge.

The door to my room bursts open. Alexi comes in with a gun raised, startling us all. The moment he takes in the scene, and that my scream wasn’t one of fear or pain, well at least not a bad pain, he lowers his weapon but stays standing at the end of my bed.

No one moves for what feels like five whole minutes, but then Damien's face lights up in that special way of his as he looks at Alexi. His lip tilts up in that half grin of his and goosebumps cover my flesh when Damien says, “You staying to watch the show, brother? I was just about to let our girl come.”

I whimper in response to that, my legs already beginning to shake with need. Alexi’s eyes snap to mine and when I don’t protest, he pulls down his sweats to free his half-hard cock and fists it. He moves gracefully to the seat just to the left of the footboard and says, “Proceed.”

I can tell without a shadow of a doubt that this word irks Damien. How two Doms share a room I will never understand, but I am so damn eager to find out. Damien turns back to Lev, letting a line of spit slide out of his mouth and drop to Lev’s cock.

Alexi lets out a raspy moan along with mine, just as turned on by the show of dominance as I am. I didn’t think I would be one to love spit play, but my mind has done a one-eighty on that idea. Damien's other hand is still between my legs and when he looks back at me, he hitches a hand around my thigh and pulls until I’m spread open for him and Alexi to watch.

My cheeks heat even more. Damien hooks my leg around Lev’s until we are using each other to keep our legs open for the hungry men watching. I turn to look at him to see if he’s okay with this. I find his pupils blown wide and a look of bliss on his face that only deepens with each touch from Damien. He takes his hand around both of their cocks as he starts to pump them both up and down together.

Once he starts up a rhythm he grabs the wand and turns it on, eyeing me with that devilish grin.

“Do you want to play, Little Shadow?”

I bite my lip, equally hating vibrators as much as I love them. I’ll always want to play. “Yes, sir.”

His nostrils flare in response. He guides the wand to my chest, grazing over each sensitive nipple before moving down the center of my stomach. He moves the wand so the ball end is in the palm of his hand, then slowly sinks two fingers inside me while keeping the toy held to my clit.

I can hear Alexi suck in a sharp breath as he picks up the pace with his hand. Damien keeps his strokes even with the ones he’s giving Lev, and I almost cry on the spot from how fucking good it all feels. Words get stuck in my throat as euphoria washes over me and I can’t hold back anymore as the vibrations seem to overwhelm my entire being.

“Come for us, Little Shadow. Show them what a good girl you are for me.”

My pussy clenches around his fingers, pulling them in deeper. He lets go of Lev to put the wand right on my clit. I don’t tumble over the edge, I catapult. I’m flying, screaming incoherent words as my orgasm surges out of me like a tsunami. Damien presses a button to change the rhythm of the vibrations just in time to send me into another climax the second I’ve finished the first. I swear it lasts forever.

My legs are shaking and my mind is blank. Utterly and completely blank. For a moment, there’s no trauma, there’s no mission, there’s just nothing. Nothing but peace and the highest level of contentment I never knew was possible.

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