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They’re all watching my brute squeeze my bruised ass with greedy, pitiless self-indulgence. They’re all watching me squirm into his hands. They’re all watching me beg like the little slut Dom called me.

Then the hands pause.

And I still don’t know who it is.

“I don’t... wait. I’m sorry!” I squeal as I get another hot spank.

Then the hands spread me wide apart, and my brute fucks into my open, aching pussy in one, sharp thrust.

On a helpless moan, I shove back into him, and his fingers bite into my hips as he starts fucking into me in a fast, slapping onslaught. Shuddering, I clamp around his cock, savoring the ruthless invasion, lost in the drag of his dick against my desperate, oversensitive walls.

My breasts rub against the leather with every thrust, and when I arch, he shoves me back down, swiveling his hips. I feel my slickness spilling out over him, hear the wet slap as he takes me hard.

I need him to touch my clit. Just once. I squirm, trying to get friction, but his cruel grip doesn’t let me go anywhere.

But those hands don’t feel like Jasper’s.

I let out a hoarse, tense whimper as I teeter on the brink of an orgasm, and he ignores it. I’ve already been fucked today, and I’m too sensitive for this, especially when his cock curves in the most perfect...

Oh, shit .

“ Lucky ?!” I cry out, and he snorts behind me.

“God damn, took you long enough, beautiful. I was starting to get offended,” he teases, but his rough, punishing thrusts don’t let up, and I shudder, stunned.

And hopelessly turned on.

He yanks me back again by my hips, and I feel every inch of his cock as he fucks me deep, not letting me move.

My Lucky, sweet Lucky . . . is fucking me like . . . like a dom .

One of Lucky’s hands snakes up to wrap in my hair, and he groans as he pulls, bowing my back as he begins to grind his cock deep into me... and lets out a long, satisfied groan.

“Please,” I choke out, squeezing around him, but he’s already shuddering into me.

“Sorry,” he finally pants against my back. “Losers don’t get to come.”

I choke again, this time in pure offense, and he laughs as he drops a kiss between my shoulder blades, backing up.

“You know, I forgot he could do that,” Beau muses under his breath.

“So did I,” Jasper mutters, his voice hoarse.

There’s a rustle of fabric, and a soft clash of breaths that makes me whimper helplessly, rocking my hips, but there’s nowhere for me to go.

Until someone hauls me off the bench a second later. It’s rough and fast, and they toss me over their shoulder so fast that I squeal “Jayk!” before I’ve even stopped to think.

A heavy hand claps over my ass a second later, and I realize my mistake.

It’s my other big, giant bully.

“Dom! Dom, I’m sorry, sir. It was the shoulder. You did it on purpose, I?—”

He throws me down off his shoulder, and I squeak, my stomach flipping at the sudden drop before my back bounces on the mattress.

“You’ve done it now, pet,” he says above me, though he sounds amused. “Lie back. Put a pillow under your hips, spread your legs, and cross your arms over your head, then don’t move, no matter what we do to you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” I tell him huskily, my heart pattering in sheer, skittish nerves.

Even Dom’s funishments scare me.

I move into position fast and as gracefully as possible, trying to buy any goodwill I can.

When I cross my wrists above my head, I leave them turned up, open and vulnerable.

I arch my back, displaying my breasts as I sink back against the bed, and when I spread my legs, I let my feet slide slowly over the silken sheets, letting my thighs fall submissively wide.

Far too soft and pretty to punish for long, surely—especially over one teeny, tiny understandable mistake.

Even if I still have Jayk’s cum on my skin, and Lucky’s making a slick, ruined mess of my pussy. I can feel his cum dripping out of me, sliding down the cleft of my ass.

“She obeys you so beautifully,” Jasper says softly, a hushed kind of approval in his voice.

Dom snorts. “Sure, Jasper. That’s what happens when you don’t go soft on your subbies.”

Oh. Oh, no.

Beau whistles low.

“I . . . beg your pardon?”

I wince at the dangerous, incredulous shock in Jasper’s voice, right as Lucky starts choking on his sudden lost, helpless laughter.

“Lucien, shut up,” Jasper snaps, and Dom tuts, dryly amused.

“See? Indulgent. Lacking discipline. Now, do you want to continue your game or...?”

Jayk starts laughing, too, but none of them are naked and laid out ready to be used as an example.

My nipples are sharp, aching buds in the cool air of the room, and I suddenly feel hopelessly exposed. My brutes fall quiet again, but this time, it only takes seconds before I feel hands on me—and only seconds more before I realize my next mystery brute is not alone.

Someone tilts my head to the right, sliding their stiff cock over the seam of my lips. I open obediently, trailing my tongue over the sensitive underside, right as someone draws my left nipple into their hot, wet mouth.

As I gasp, the brute by my head starts feeding me his cock. It’s heavy and familiar, and so thick I know exactly who he is this time, but I’m not given the breath to get my gold star before he starts rocking lazily into my mouth.

Another hand moves between my legs, cruelly teasing and toying at the wet mess Lucky left, rubbing it tauntingly into my clit until I’m shivering, and it takes every effort not to squirm.

Generous, coaxing fingers tease my breasts, and my other brute’s greedy mouth drifts over my chest to lavish the same hungry attention on the other, while the cock in my mouth grows rougher and more demanding the more my attention is torn.

Suddenly, a hot tongue slips along my pussy, and my muffled cry is helpless.

“Oh, fucking hell,” Lucky curses hoarsely, and this time he gets a rough thump .

Cool, elegant hands shove my thighs wide as they try to close around the brute’s ears, and he begins to lick up every bit of mess Lucky left behind. I can’t help the way I arch into his mouth, shuddering, my mind melting over the obscene, avaricious feast he’s making of me.

The cock in my mouth is throbbing, heated and delicious, and I can taste him as he starts to drip precum into the back of my throat.

I can hear the fast, slick strokes as the brute by my side fucks his own fist. While he touches himself, he’s worshipping my body in sharp, sucking little bites over my breasts. In long, lascivious licks down my stomach. In cruel plucks of my nipples.

That mouth between my legs is panting hot, and it slides up to suckle ruthlessly at my clit.

Tears leak from the corners of my eyes as my orgasm crests again, this time harder, more brutally, until?—

“No!” I sob, gasping for air as the cock is finally pulled from my mouth, and the tongue lifts from my stomach, and the mouth pulls away from my clit.

“Please,” I moan desperately, and my toes curl in the sheets, “I can’t. Please.”

Someone swats hard at my clit, and I flinch.

“Jasper,” I manage between choppy breaths.

Fingers run briefly over my breasts, and I sob, “ Beau .”

The cock touches my lips again, and I whisper, “Sir, please .”

Every one of my brutes is touching me in ways that are so exactly them that I don’t even need to think to guess who they are.

“Better,” Jasper murmurs, sounding drunk, and his breath fans cruelly over my pussy. “Wait here.”

Then he disappears from between my legs, and I start to tremble, lost and needy. My head drops back against the mattress in miserable defeat.

“Ah, that’s rough, beautiful,” Lucky says sympathetically. “Classic dominant asshole move. It’s a rigged system we’re working in, Eden. They set you up to fail and then use your sweet little body as their personal dick depository. They’ll never know the betrayal. Sub club for life.”

“You literally just dommed me, Lucky,” I hiss, not sure whether I want to laugh or cry when he chuckles affectionately.

“Oh, yeah.”

“Stop talking, pet. If you want anything from us, you let me come down your throat first,” Dom orders.

Then his heavy cock pushes into my mouth with careless entitlement, and his wide hands pin me in place as he starts to fuck me with leisurely, self-indulgent strokes.

Beau groans. “I love how she looks while she’s sucking cock.”

He suddenly lifts up beside me, his breathing ragged, and I hear his hand working over his cock again—this time faster.

“It feels even better,” Dom growls, and then his breath sighs out.

His cock pulses, spilling over my tongue, and I choke a little, then moan as I swallow him down. I’m still sucking at his cock when Beau’s hand suddenly stops.

Beau lets out a soft grunt, and then hot, thick jets of cum are painting my breasts. I squirm under them, feeling filled and claimed, slick and stained by their hunger, and it only brings mine to a fine, sharp point.

Dom slips out of my mouth, and his thumb brushes my lips.

“Good girl, pet. I know it’s been a long day,” he tells me softly, and Beau’s fingers replace Dom’s a moment later.

They’re still slick with his cum, and I lick them on instinct as Beau murmurs, “Just one more now, darlin’. Then you’re all done. You’ve done so well.”

I feel my final brute move up on the bed, between my quaking thighs.

I’m shaking from head to toe, caught in the dark but not lost there, not anymore. My brutes are all around me, and I know they won’t leave—no matter how dark it gets.

“J-Jasper,” I sob, and he strokes my hip as he presses his cock gently against my wet entrance.

“I know, sweet girl. I have you. They’re right. You’ve worked so hard for us,” he says tenderly.

His heavy cock shoves in hard, and I twist up, gasping. A second later, something scalding hot drips over my breasts, and I flinch, crying out in shock and sudden, startled pain.

Moving his hips in slow, brutal thrusts, Jasper fucks me while I squirm.

My cunt accepts him covetously, even as my hands strangle the sheets over my head. Every thrust stokes me higher, but that burn is...

I sob, tears streaming down my face beneath my blindfold.

“Oh, I know. I know it hurts, my Eden,” he croons, with heartbreaking, malicious tenderness. “You know what to say if it’s too much, but I think you’ll like the wax. Just give it a moment.”

He pins me by my throat, dripping more wax over me, until it sizzles over my skin, and I have nowhere to escape. My thighs squeeze his hips as his cock claims me spitefully, and I gasp as my burns begin to soak together.

Jasper’s breathing is panted, fast, his voice as thick and dark as it ever gets when he’s enthralled by a scene. By Lucky.

Or by me.

“Jasper, please !” I cry out, my voice breaking as the sweet, hot pain and the brutal, aching pressure start to crash in on me.

Jasper’s breath catches on a sweet groan. “You’re so lovely when you’re soaked in us, sweet girl. You’re so lovely when you’re ours.”

His cock is throbbing inside me with every hard, greedy thrust. He splashes more fire over my chest, down my stomach, and then he leans over me, smearing the wax between us, until we’re both coated in the heat and the mess, and I’m squirming helplessly toward my peak.

My cunt tightens around him, and Jasper’s hands find mine above my head, his fingers twining through mine.

“Fuck, the things you let me do to you,” he groans in my ear, burying his cock in me in deep, claiming thrusts. “You can come now, my Eden. Show me how grateful you are. You’ve earned it.”

His mouth trails along my neck, and his bite is sharp, piercing.

The pain sets off a ruthless, brutal chain reaction, and I come without breathing.

I come like I’m fragmenting. Jasper’s heat floods me, mixing with Lucky’s.

Dom and Beau and Jayk are on my skin, their scents still surrounding me, and I shatter apart with every one of them hurtling me over the edge.

When I finally come to, I’m still shaking, and crying, but that’s not unusual after a Jasper scene. They’re not the kind of tears I used to cry, alone in my pillow next to Henry. Or alone in my cave just miles from here.

These tears come from relief, and joy, and an overwhelming, crushing sense of disbelief that anything—any life—can feel this good.

My brutes move around the room, fetching water and warm cloths, soft blankets and my favorite snacks.

They’re laughing and teasing one another, making jokes about Jasper lasting long enough to get the job done.

Jokes that were already overused nine months ago but they can never seem to resist. My brutes come to settle by me, telling me sweet things and kind things, and drawing me into their arms in generous turns because they know I need it. All of them. Every one.

And when I finally drift drowsily off between them, it’s knowing that I have a lifetime of nights just like this waiting for me when I wake.