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“Fucking hell,” Nico grunted. He tried to fuck me through it, but I was clenching him too tightly. He held me tightly through it, and when I finally calmed down, he resumed thrusting, slowly this time, giving me a few moments to adjust to the sensitivity.

Boneless, I was draped over the bike as Nico let go of my hair and grabbed both of my hips. His slow, deep, thrusts pulled a moan out of me with every thrust. When his thrusts came hard and faster, he let a low groan, and I knew he was close. I swiveled my hips and he swore, his knees shaking before he groaned deep in his chest and exploded inside of me.

We stood there, braced over the bike, catching our breaths for a long time. I felt like every time I slept with one of my guys, I had a life shattering orgasm that changed everything I knew about myself and sex. If this was a taste of what they had in store for me once we started digging into the BDSM lifestyle that they enjoyed, I could only imagine what the sex and orgasms would be like going forward.

Eventually Nico slowly pulled out of me, leaving me feeling empty and messy. My juices were sliding down my thighs, mixed with his cum as it slowly leaked out of me. He slid his fingers through my folds and pushed his cum back inside of me. He growled low, his voice deep, right next to my ear. “You’ll keep that inside you, if you know what’s good for you.”

A shiver ran down my spine at his implied words. My pussy clenched, already feeling the need to be fucked again.

Nico did up his own jeans, before he pulled up my thong, pulling the strings higher than they needed to go, up over my hip bones, so the string was taut through my folds, rubbing at my wet and swollen flesh. I cried out, trying to shift away from him.

A sharp smack landed on her bare ass cheek, and I yelped.

“Be a good girl. You’ll wear the thong as I put it.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied softly, my heart beating wildly.

Nico pulled up my faux leather pants next, but my thong was well above the hem. I moaned as the fake material rubbed over my damp skin. I prayed to God I didn’t have to walk much tonight, or I’d end up completely chaffed.

Nico pulled a bottle of water out of one of the back saddle bags on his bike and handed it to me. I cracked the seal and took a long drink of the cool water before I handed it to him. He took a sip and then nodded toward the cliffs. “Let’s sit.”

I took his hand and let him lead the way.

Once we were seated with my body cradled between his legs and my back against his chest, he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled out his phone with his other hand. I watched the waves crest over Quinnlyn Beach down below. The view from Dead Man’s Bluff was amazing, there was hardly any light pollution around us, so thestars were breathtaking.

“I’m sending you the kink check list the three of us use, and a questionnaire. I’ll also send you the link to the online quiz we found. It’s a pretty good way of determining where your limits lie, and learning about yourself.” Nico’s voice was soft in my ear and it sent shivers down my spine. For as much as I thought he was easy going and fun, I was also learning he was very dominate and sensual.

“Have you guys done this a lot?”

He sighed and his arm wrapped around me tighter. “We’re accustomed to BDSM ourselves, from our own past relationships. We’ve shared women in the past, mostly one-night stands, and always incorporated D and S. It makes it easier to keep emotions out of it.”

I thought about his words for a minute, sitting quietly. “Have you guys ever dated someone together, before? Like you plan to with me?”

He set his phone down and wrapped his other arm around my waist, pulling me backwards against him even tighter. “There was one girl. It only lasted three months. She ended up meeting someone else, though.”

“She cheated?”

Nico nodded.

I sighed and laced my fingers through his. “How long ago was this?”

“We were probably nineteen or twenty? So it was nine or ten years ago. It doesn’t matter; she wasn’t anyone we saw ourselves with long term.”

“How old are you guys?” I laughed, realizing it never came up before. Kara had told me Marcos age at one point, but I had forgotten, ’cause it hadn’t mattered.

“Twenty-nine.” Nico chuckled and nuzzled my neck. “You worried you’re dating a group of old men?”

Laughing, I shrugged and nuzzled him back, rubbing my cheek against his. “Nah, seven years isn’t bad.”

“Tomorrow, I want you to print out the documents I sent you. Take the online quiz, then print out the documents and fill them out. Take your time, research things if you don’t know about them. Really decide if something on there is too far out of your comfort zone, or if you’re unsure. Even if you’re unsure about something, and you end up not liking it later, we can always talk about things.”

I smiled softly as my heart pounded in my chest. I loved how understanding and gentle he was. “Alright.”

He pressed a kiss to my neck. “You’re already so good, Little Dreamer.”

“I like that you call me that.”

He hummed and kissed me again.