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She jerked slightly when she felt hands—Oakley’s—reach beneath the cups of her bra to lift her breasts out. Then he shifted to her side and took one nipple in his mouth. He took a page out of Joel’s book, applying more and more pressure until the pleasure morphed into the slightest bit of pain.

“Uh,” she said, the sound coming out more breath than grunt.

At that point, everything started to move faster as both men touched, licked and bit her. Through it all and despite the blindfold, she knew exactly who did what. It was fascinating to her that in such a short time she’d become so attuned to them.

It was Oakley who’d drawn off one of her shoes and sucked her big toe into his mouth. The sensation made her giggle, which encouraged him to tickle the bottom of her foot.

It was Joel whose teeth latched onto her earlobe, applying pressure until she cried out. Joel liked her pleasure/pain noises. She was accustomed to his efforts at provoking them. And because she was that girl, she held off as long as she could in providing them. The end result was more pain, but also the reward because she really fucking liked it.

Her knees were pushed apart. Hot breath and a wicked tongue—Oakley’s—hit at her opening. He drove his tongue inside her as her back arched in need. It wasn’t enough.

“Please,” she repeated again, wishing her hands were free to grab his hair, pull him over her and force him to fuck her properly. She knew exactly what she wanted. She needed it hard and deep. And now.

If either man—or both—knew of her distress, they didn’t let that knowledge sway them. They simply continued to torment her with some of the hottest touches she’d ever experienced, pushing her to a hairsbreadth of climax before backing her away from it again.

Murder began to cross her mind when Oakley rose and Joel took his place between her legs, driving two thick fingers inside her. For a moment, she thought they were taking pity on her. After all, it wouldn’t have taken more than two more of those rough thrusts to send her spiraling. The motherfuckers knew it. Once his fingers were buried deep, Joel held still, not moving, not giving her the satisfaction she craved.

“I will kill both of you the second you untie me.”

Oakley chuckled, which sealed his fate. He was going to die first. As always, Joel remained silent. Without the benefit of sight, that left her to wonder what he was thinking or feeling. Knowing him, he was plotting ways to make her suffer even longer.

She was pleasantly surprised when she felt the head of his cock press against her pussy, seeking entrance. He slid in easily, given the fact they’d turned the water spigot on high as far as her arousal was concerned. Once again, he stopped when he was fully seated, not giving her the friction she needed so badly.

He bent over her body and she blinked rapidly as the blindfold was tugged away, the light too bright after so long in darkness. When she could focus her vision again, Joel was there. His lips mere inches from hers.

The look in his eyes took her breath away. He looked at her as if she truly mattered to him. As if he loved her.

Her heart lurched painfully and she tried to convince herself she was misreading it.

Not love. Lust. That was all this was.

Then Joel leaned closer, offering her the sweetest kiss she’d ever received. The tenderness lasted only a brief second before Joel stood upright and gripped her hips, plowing into her with all the force and speed she’d been begging for.

She came within seconds.

Joel pulled out and Oakley took his place. He found her sweet spot on the first thrust, pushing her to the hilt of yet another climax. Over and over, he stroked that magic place until she gasped, then cried out, then came.

She had mere seconds to recover before Joel returned, the hard, brutal, amazing thrusts dragging her out of her sated bliss and tossing her back into the red-hot flames of desire.

Sadie lost sense of time and place as Joel and Oakley took turns, marking her with their unique brands of fucking, playing her body like a finely tuned piano. She lost count of how many times she had come, certain it had to measure in the triple digits. Hell, maybe she’d hit a million. Who knew? At some point, her hands were untied, but she couldn’t recall who had done it or when.

She’d been bound to the table, their all-too-willing captive. Joel flipped her to her stomach as he entered her again. She trembled with need and exhaustion. He bent over her, his lips caressing her shoulder.

“Last time,” he whispered.

Sadie loved being taken from behind. The position allowed Joel to go deeper. Typically, she was an active participant, using her grip on the table to meet him blow for blow. This time, she was a rag doll, devoid of strength. All she could do was take, to accept what he gave.

It was a beautiful offering. Her orgasm struck hard and, finally, Joel was there with her. He pulled out at the last second, his come landing on her back in hot spurts.

Then Oakley filled the void. Only when his climax—and her gazillionth—came, he stayed inside her. There was something perversely fulfilling about allowing them to take her without condoms, to come inside her when she’d never given anyone else that privilege. Some nights, she’d hold off on showering for a little while after they left her bed, simply marveling at the sticky reminder of what they’d done together.

She closed her eyes, pressing her head against the slick wood of the table beneath her. Sadie couldn’t look at them, couldn’t face her lovers and see what she knew was there.

Love.

No.

She’d simply keep her eyes—and her heart—closed. She could do this.