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“I warned you, E. I told you not to come until I gave you permission.”

When I open my mouth, I don’t really think before I say, “Punish me, big guy. Let’s see what you got.”

As much as I want to say I’ll regret it later, I’m pretty sure other than the time we spent apart, I’ll never regret anything I do with these three.

With the only three humans on this planet who truly own me, who own my heart, body and soul.

Okay. SomaybeI’ll regret it.

Because just as the flutters of my inner walls slow and I’m finally coming down from my orgasm, Brixton pulls me from Kato’s cock and tosses me onto the bed so quickly I bounce and squeak in surprise.

“What the hell, B?” I say, attempting to push up onto my elbows.

Nope. Don’t get that far.

He grips my hips and turns me so I’m lying on my belly, wrenches my arms behind my back, then wraps something around them over and over from elbow to wrist until I can barely move my fingers, let alone free myself.

There’s a brief sense of trepidation, of fear, but it only heightens the arousal.

Especially when I get a glimpse of dark silk – someone’s tie – before it’s wrapped around my head and used as a blindfold.

Brixton’s warm chest presses against my back and his lips graze the shell of my ear. “I warned you,” he whispers.

A hand smooths over my head. “Do you want me to stop him?” Madd asks and I swear I can practically feel him glaring at Brix even with the blindfold.

“N-no,” I say, struggling to get the word out as excitement, anticipation, and curiosity make my heart race.

Brix is right – he warned me. And while I hadn’t exactly planned to get off without his permission, I can’t find it in me to regret it. That had been one of those mind-blowing orgasms, and I swear my body is still tingly.

“I would gag you, but I want to hear every cry, every moan, and every scream,” Brix says a second before his hands grip my hips and lift my ass into the air.

I’m fully exposed to all three of them in this position and when no one touches me, I momentarily picture them all simply staring at my holes as though either admiring them or trying to decide who’ll take which hole next.

“I think she can take all three of us,” Brix says, that deep, gravelly voice feeling like a fucking vibrator to my clit.

When Madd says, “I thought that’s what we were working on,” I nearly laugh. Because I know exactly what Brix means.

He’s not talking about each of them taking a hole.

Nope. My husband wants to see how far he can push my body, how far he can pushme, and that starts with at least two of them in my pussy while another takes my ass.

Hell, he might even mean all three of them taking my cunt at once.

Not once in the time we were together when we were younger had we ever tried triple vaginal, but with my husbands, with the way I feel as though lava is rolling through my veins, I’m willing to try just about anything.

I want to please them. I want to get off again.

I want them to call me their perfect little whore.

The cold lube drips onto my ass again and a finger chases it, dipping into my pussy. A second finger is added to the first. I assume it’s Brix, though he’s keeping the rhythm slow.

Actually, that tracks. Because it’s painfully slow and he’s pushing me closer and closer to the brink before removing his fingers just long enough for the wave to fade before adding three fingers.

Three fingers I can handle. Hell, my husbands are all thicker than that.

Except then Brix adds a fourth finger, I assume his pinky.

He’s not even bothering to keep them together anymore, widening his fingers as though working me open a little more.