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I lean into his delicate touch.

Jasper feels like home.

The home he promised me. The home he delivered.

He smiles as he slips the blindfold over my head, adjusting it carefully over my eyes. I’ve never had a blindfold engulf me so entirely in darkness before, and it catches me by surprise for a dizzying moment before I settle into it.

He adjusts me until I’m left kneeling up high on the floorboards, my knees spread almost painfully wide, and my folded arms tucked against my lower back. His fingers stroke up my throat in an approving caress, before his hand falls away.

“We’re not going to speak, Eden, to give it away. You’re going to be given hands, and cocks, and mouths, and whatever else they choose to give you. When they pause, I’ll expect you to tell me who is handling you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” My voice is so husky it’s barely audible, so I clear it, then whisper, “Yes, Jasper.”

In front of me, I hear a soft slide of fabric, a little thunk , and then another.

I feel Jasper move away, but this time it’s silent as a whisper.

I stiffen, disbelieving as I strain for the sound of his loafers on the floorboards, but I don’t find it.

That sneak ! He knew I was tracking him.

They’re not going to make this easy.

In the eclipsing darkness, it takes me a moment to get my bearings, to breathe in enough air for the room’s now-familiar scents to soothe me. I reach out again for where Jayk had been a moment earlier, but he’s not there anymore.

My hand curls back in against my chest, and I feel my heart pound against my palm.

A moment later, someone kneels in front of me. A gentle, coaxing hand slips around my jaw to the back of my neck, and hot lips find mine. A tongue slips into my mouth, drawing out a soft moan as he takes my mouth.

The kiss is luxuriant, hedonistic, and it cajoles every response out of me, until I’m drawn back to a calming river and laugh lines—and the first man who ever kissed me in a way that shocked me awake.

His mouth draws back, pausing against mine, and I smile softly. “I love you, Beau.”

He laughs, just as softly, then kisses my forehead. “I love you too, darlin’.”

Beau leaves me aching, and it takes a moment before my next brute appears. My lips part as I wait for a kiss, but it doesn’t come where I expected.

The kiss comes wetly sucking against my pussy. It comes from underneath me, and I flinch in surprise, gasping at the delighted, indecent rush of pleasure that crashes into me. Clever hands hold my thighs apart over his head, drawing me down, and the mouth opens hot and filthy over my cunt.

The mouth devours me with obscene, slippery eagerness, and I cry out, my orgasm threatening me with every wet suck.

While I’m spread open, his tongue fucks into my hole until I shake so hard I almost lose my balance.

He shifts to suckle at my clit with hard, perfect little pulls, and I’m just about to come when he. .. stops .

I sob, my breath coming brutally fast, and every inch of me is quaking.

My orgasm hovers as close as my pussy still hovers over his mouth.

I’d know that mouth anywhere. He spent his whole first night with me fucking me with it. That clever, hot, funny, incredible mouth that I want to taste for the rest of my life.

And I didn’t even need to feel his beard to be sure enough to choke out, “ Lucky ! Lucky, please ?—”

“Aw, cute. Hey, Jayk, isn’t it funny how she knew it wasn’t you?”

Lucky presses one last cheeky kiss to my clit before he slides out from under me.

There’s the soft padding of feet moving away, then a smack, a loud oof , and the next steps coming toward me aren’t so soft.

A rough hand grips my hair, and a still-damp cock is pushed between my lips.

“Fuck,” Jayk sighs in relief as he pushes in, and there’s a loud round of curses and groans around the room.

I would grin if my mouth weren’t currently full of cock.

“Seriously?” Dom says dryly.

“You could at least pretend to play,” Lucky complains.

“Can you all just shut up and let a man come!”

Jayk starts fucking me roughly, with purpose, and I shudder. He’s as close and edged as I am already, and I feel him swell against my tongue.

I relax for him, letting him take whatever he wants from me.

Making sure I’m nice and wet, like he ordered the very first time we slept together.

Because it doesn’t matter if he spoke or not. I’d know it was Jayk. He loves my mouth just as much as I love his cock. I know how he takes me. I know the taste of him. I know that for however rough he is with me, he’s twice as careful in making sure I’m safe.

Jayk fills my mouth in quick, hard shoves, until his rhythm stutters and slows. Until he groans, soaking my mouth with hot, jerking pumps of his hips, holding my forehead against him. When he’s done, I try to swallow, but he drags his pulsing cock along my tongue until he drips out over my chin.

I kiss the flared crown as he pulls back.

“I really would know you anywhere, Jayk,” I murmur, and he gives my cheek a rough, affectionate squeeze.

“I know, sugar,” he tells me gruffly.

“Can I just say, you’re all making this incredibly easy on her,” Jasper says from somewhere far away, sounding wry.

A few laughs echo around me, then there’s some shuffling around.

My sight cut off, I strain to hear every sound. Jayk’s taste dances over my tongue, and I still feel the ghost of Lucky’s mouth on my pussy. Goosebumps lift over my skin, the decadent anticipation of who and where and when starting to make me dizzy.

Suddenly, there’s another hand in my hair, this one sharp and cruel.

It holds me tight, close to the roots, lifting me to my feet, and I catch my breath as the light pain prickles over me.

Is this . . . Jasper?

My scalp cries out as they drag me sharply through the room by their tight fist, holding me far enough from their body that I can’t get any sense of their size or texture.

Suddenly the scent of rich, oiled leather floods me, and I’m guided carefully up until I’m kneeling over Jasper’s low paddling bench, straddling the wide beam in its center.

It’s not the first time I’ve been on it, and the padded leather under my chest and hips supports me well. My hard, hot breaths warm the cool padding under my cheek. There are straps against where my arms and calves are resting, but my brutes make no moves toward them.

Bondage is still a no on my limits list.

Damn it, who is this?

They’re apparently taking Jasper’s instruction to make it harder on me seriously.

Unless it is Jasper, and this is all a double fake.

I strain to hear anything, any sound that might give away who is behind me—or who isn’t. But all I hear are a few soft breaths... and the gentle creak of someone taking something from the display cabinets.

Oh, God. Am I being whipped?

Jasper has tried a few different tools on me, with varying success. He’s been filling out my limits list with the exacting detail of a scientist forever on the brink of a major discovery.

The sudden hand trailing down my back makes me twitch in surprise.

It’s slow and possessive, but light enough that I can’t feel more than their heat and the hint of scraping calluses.

And I wish that were more of a tell, but all my brutes have calluses—though Jasper’s are by far the lightest, so maybe it’s not him. ..?

The hand slips down over my hips, pressing covetously between my ass cheeks before carelessly nudging me wider, and I shiver as I move quickly for them. I tilt my hips up, presenting my ass as eagerly as I can.

The bench is low enough that I’m at the perfect height to spank or fuck. They could take my mouth, or my ass, or my cunt. With just a few shifts, they could take me any way they want me.

Or several of them could.

The air is cool on my overheated pussy, clinging to the slick mess they’ve already made of me, but it’s not a cock I feel next.

A hard hand cracks down over my ass cheek, and sudden stinging heat blooms at the contact.

I jerk, yelping, but another swat lights up my other cheek a bare moment later.

It’s bright and shocking, somehow even more so when I can’t see where it’s coming from.

When there’s no instruction, no way at all to gauge what’s next.

The hand pauses on my ass, as if in question, and I say, “Green” before I realize that’s probably not what they’re asking.

They’re asking who .

“I—” I stammer.

Dom likes to spank me, and he’s bossy enough to drag me by my hair, but they’ve all spanked me before, and I just don’t think it feels like Dom. But it doesn’t feel at all like Beau, and... could it be Jasper?

Another sharp, demanding swat against the curve of my thigh sends heat sparkling over my skin.

“I don’t know!” I wail, starting to panic, because I’m seeing where this is going now.

I feel a hard, thick drag of leather up the back of my thigh.

A paddle.

Jayk snickers from across the room. “Better figure it out quick, sugar.”

There’s another thump, then, “Oh fuck off, she knew it wasn’t me!”

The paddle slides over my ass, and I shiver again. I know better than to tense by now, but I can’t stop my toes from curling in anticipation before?—

Swat .

Left cheek.

Swat .

Right cheek.

Swat .

Left cheek.

Swat .

Left cheek again, just because I waited for the right side again, I’m sure. Then there’s a pause as I moan, squirming against the bench. The paddle drops, and rough, gripping hands callously knead my raw, burning skin, both soothing the skin and adding to the ache.

My breasts feel trapped by the leather, and my thighs are forced too wide by the paddling bench. I can’t close or ease the throb in my clit or stop the trickle of my need from sliding over my clit and onto the leather under me.

“Please,” I beg my mystery brute.

I’m too wound up by Beau’s kiss and Lucky’s tongue in my cunt and Jayk taking my mouth.

“Please fuck me. I don’t care who you are, just fuck me, please .”

The sound of hot, panted breaths fill the room, and they don’t only belong to me.