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“What if I need you to own all of my holes?” It came out meek, but she didn’t want to sound that way, so she stood, took a few steps, and walked back, so she was looking down at him. “If you’re tired or relaxed, order me to pleasure you with my mouth because it’s whatyouwant, not because you know I want to. That isn’t how it’s supposed to work between us. And, if it’s important I’m a level above the twins, then throat fuck me when they aren’t around if you decide it’s important to do so for dominance, but…” She shook her head. “If you don’t want to take me that way, then you’re the Dom and that’s the way it is. I’m not telling you to do it.”

He lifted a single brow and noted, “The submissive in you, all meek and small, told me you needed me to ownallof you, and then the dominant in you ordered me not to see to your needs.”

Okay, so he wasn’t wrong, but there was more to it than that. She didn’t want to Top from the bottom, and yet, she felt it was important for him to fuck her throat. But if he did because she needed him to, it would be wrong.

It was a quandary.

She sat on the sofa again. “I’m telling you that when it comes to sex, you’re in charge and I don’t get to make those calls. Denying me oral, if that’s your choice, is part of you defining our relationship. We both know this won’t work as it’s supposed to if you let me Top from the bottom.” She tilted her head. “Or I assume you’ve figured that out. It’s one of the things I enjoy about the bikers — I walk in and know it’s all about their pleasure. It’s nice I get pleasure from it, and I’m pretty sure most of them stay away from things they know I absolutely don’t like,but outside of avoiding those things, they make a lot of demands based on what they want.”

“Consensual power exchange means you tell me what I can do within certain boundaries. You define the outer limits of what I can do, and you tell me what you need from the relationship. In turn, I tell you the rules I expect you to follow, and let you know if any of your prohibitions or needs don’t work for me. Once we come to an agreement, then I get to operate within that agreement. I’ve already agreed to take control, which means not letting you Top from the bottom. We’ve agreed you are more bottom than masochist, though there are certain sexual pains you enjoy. If you ever need to renegotiate, please address it when we are alone, without the twins around.”

Well, that seemed to be the end ofthatconversation, though she didn’t think anything was resolved.

Chapter Sixteen

Elijah was bound standing, his arms over his head, and his brother was nearly immobile on the bondage table, facing up. A tray in front of them held two huge butt plugs, and the bulb part meant they would be spread larger than a fist, and that was scary, but the ring part that would keep them held open was what Elijah couldn’t stop staring at. It was bigger around than a man’s wrist.

They were both completely helpless and vulnerable to whatever Dev decided to do to them, but Elijah was more aroused than frightened despite the leather strop on the table alongside the huge plugs.

He focused on the loopy johnny, made of what looked like some kind of electrical wire or cabling, and his cock throbbed and hardened even more, and it’d already been standing proud.

“That loopy looks fuckin’ evil,” he told his brother.

“We aren’t supposed to talk ’Lijah.”

“What are the odds they’ll sit her down on my cock? Not very good, with me standing. I bet you get to fuck her and I don’t.”

“If you turn towards the table and she’s leaned over it, you could do her from behind. I bet we both get to do her, and you’ll have some control because you can move, but she’ll be riding me and I won’t be able to do much besides lie here.”

He looked at their positions again and had to admit his brother might be right.

“They’ll have to untie your legs to get your monster ass-plug in. Maybe they’ll leave them loose so you have some control.”

“Be quiet,please. I don’t want to fuck this up because we can’t follow a simple bleedin’ order.”

Elijah wiggled his fingers and looked at the mirror to his right. Odds were, it was one of those mirrors the person on the other side could see through. Was someone watching them? It didn’t feel like it, but his cat might be fooled by the mirror. Best he could tell, his cat went by scent and vision and patterns, and the mirror might not give the cat any of that.

The cock ring at the base of his dick vibrated back to life, and he couldn’t help the little squeaky noise that escaped from his throat.Fuck, he hoped no one was watching.

He’d been hard before, but now he was painfully hard. He gritted his teeth, and then heard his brother breathing long, slow breaths. He relaxed his jaw and breathed in time to his brother, and it got easier.

Finally, the door opened and Dev walked in with the beautiful, sexy owl. One look at her breasts inside of the red sweater, and his cock swelled and throbbed even more.

“Their asses have been lubed inside,” Dev told her, “and the plugs are lubed. Try not to wipe any off, just grab it by the handle and you should be good to go. I’ll situate Ezra for you.”

It didn’t take Dev long to pull a spreader bar down hanging from an overhead winch, hook it to Ezra’s ankles, and then lift them in the air so they were over his head, his ass held in the air, spread wide open.

Genie grasped the handle of one of the plugs, leapt onto the table as gracefully as any cat, and went to her knees to get the leverage necessary to cram the huge plug into Ezra’s ass.

Elijah listened to his brothers moans and gasps, his labored breathing while he tried to accept the plug, and Elijah knew he was next.

But then Dev’s hand was wrapped around Elijah’s ankle, and had lifted it over his head. The large man efficiently lockedElijah’s right ankle cuff to the same chain holding his wrist cuffs, which gave the dominant man easy access to Elijah’s ass, but it was going to be a bitch to accept the plug in this position.

“If you hadn’t talked,” Dev told him, “I’d have leaned you over and made you more comfortable for this part.”

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Ezra didn’t like it that Elijah was being punished and he wasn’t, but it was all he could do to relax and try to take the plug up his ass without begging for a little more time to get used to the size.