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Drying Silla thoroughly, it makes me happy to do things for her. However, I’m still a possessive dick, so I pull my shirt off one handed, and drop it up and over her head. Grinning in surprise, Silla looks at her body, which is drowning in fabric.

“Mine,” I say simply, picking her up bridal style into my arms. “You don’t get help drying off, Isaac. Do it yourself.”

Isaac snorts in amusement, and I glance over at him before leaving the bathroom. He’s gorgeous with water beaded along his body. His glasses are a bit wet as he puts them back on, and all I want to do is catch droplets off his muscles.

Turning back to watch where I’m going, I narrowly miss walking us into the door. My asshole best friend bursts out laughing, while I try not to think about his dick.

“I can walk, Grayson,” Silla says, yawning as she snuggles against my chest.

“Yeah, this is more about me than you, Baby,” I mutter, toeing off my shoes and clambering into bed with her.

“By all means, please take over my bed,” Issac smirks, pulling on a pair of joggers without boxers.

Ignoring him, I push some of Silla’s hair out of her face. “Did the asshole at least talk to you?” I ask, and she smiles at me.

“Yes, he did,” she confirms, to which Isaac scoffs, getting in bed next to her.

Thank fuck this is a big mattress.

“Silla was spiraling in a freezing cold shower,” he tattles, and I roll my lips to hide my amusement.

“Tell me about that,” I say to her instead, because the last thing I want to do is steamroll over her. I really do hate when she hurts herself though.

“Tonight was a lot, and I never thought our first time would be with—”

“Limp dick,” Issac cuts in, making Silla’s lips twitch.

“Yes, Limp Dick calling the shots. So I just needed to process. I also really don’t like being called a whore, at least I think I don’t? I’m still working through things,” Silla explains.

Thinking, I nod as my fingers run over Silla’s bare thigh. “Words have power as long as we give it to them. They can also be made to make you feel powerful. Baby, you’re capable of bringing grown men like Isaac and I to our fucking knees. I swear you sucked my soul out of my body when I came,” I confess, leaning over her. “So when Isaac or I tell you that you’re our sweet, Beautiful Whore, it means we know you’ll beg for our cocks and to come, isn’t that right?”

Silla gasps, and she squeezes her thighs together slightly.

“Open your legs for me,” I murmur. “Show me that pretty pussy. Do you want me to show you what it’s like to be cherished, since we got you all dirty earlier?”

Whimpering, she nods, letting her legs fall open. Isaac pushes up the shirt so we can see her.

“Any time we do anything, if you don’t like something, I want you to have a chosen safe word,” I explain. “The only time things may get out of hand is what happened earlier today. I had no idea they were coming today, and I’m pretty pissed off about it.”

“You kept him from touching me,” Silla says, and it sounds a lot like forgiveness.

“Baby, you’re way too good for us.” I sigh.

“Don’t do that,” Issac chastises, pushing up the shirt until he can palm one of her breasts. “She doesn’t blame either of us for what happened. Silla was a little uncomfortable with what I called her, but we worked through it together. Now, she’s being such a good girl, I think she deserves your mouth on her pretty, pink pussy.”

Grunting, my eyes feast on her beauty. “I want your juices dripping from my face. I’m going to make you work for your orgasms,” I tell her, my fingers lightly running over her core.

Panting, Silla nods.

“Words,” Isaac barks, and she jumps. I roll my eyes at the theatrics, but agree. “We need to hear you say it, Little Hacker.”

Whining slightly, her thighs straining from the urge to thrust up, she says, “Yes, please. I want to come for you. I’ll be a very good girl and let you push me to my limits."

Groaning. I move between her legs. “Choose a word,” I grunt, my eyes on the apex between her legs. “Something you won’t accidentally say.”

“Ketchup,” she says immediately and I shrug. That’ll work.

“If your mouth is filled or you’re gagged, close your right hand into a fist. No matter what happens, everything will end,” Isaac murmurs, kissing her. “Gray and I can get rough, or sometimes the emotions and stimulation is too much. No one will be angry.”