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Eden

Your feminine wiles are stronger than you think.

My clit is throbbing as Lucky bends down, and Jayk’s eyes snap with furious heat, locked on my cunt.

Jasper is scorching, sheathed in silk and pressed all along the line of my back, and I’m spread so open over his lap that my thighs ache.

His breath feathers over my hair, and needlepoint chills chase down my spine.

I’m glad for Jayk and Jasper and their little heart to heart—truly, I am—but this isn’t funny anymore.

I need to come.

Jasper’s malicious hand whispering over my inner thighs, his flushed, college-professor face, his slacks against my sore ass... it’s too much. I’ve never seen him undone like this, so clearly, obviously wrecked by need.

I shift again, rubbing the back of my head against him, and he exhales hard against my ear.

“Be still , Eden.”

I bite down on my wobbling lip.

Lucky is taking too long.

My fingers twitch on Jasper’s forearm. It wouldn’t take much to get myself off. A quick rub would do it.

But, even as I quiver with the urge, I force myself still.

I want to be good.

Jasper envelops me in parchment and ink.

It’s the scent of all the pages he reads through, the thousands of lives he’s lived between them, of clever quips and margin notes .

.. and under it, there’s something else.

A sharp, supple leather that speaks of crops and polished toys—and raw lust. It’s safety and danger, everything thrilling and terrifying.

I want whatever he has planned more than a quick climax.

Just .

My indrawn breath stutters out as his fingers grip my thighs. With greedy strokes and squeezes over my exposed skin, the ragged-rough pull of his breaths, it’s like he can’t get enough of touching me.

My heart sputters like an erratic flame.

I shift my ass against the hard ridge, where he’s throbbing like I’m throbbing, but the pressure in me only rises.

There’s no relief from it. Not like this.

Not while I’m perched on his lap like a pornographic student begging for extra credit.

Not while I’m soaking his cock through his professional slacks.

“Jasper . . .” I choke out.

It’s a warning. A plea.

But he only presses his mouth to the corner of my lips, and I realize he’s trembling, too.

“Shh, shh,” he hushes me, squeezing my thigh viciously as he presses me wider. “You don’t get to say enough to me. Not like that.”

He drags one knee up over the arm of the chair, and he stares down my body as my pussy opens wide. His long fingers part me further, possessively, and with such delicate, restrained violence that I leak over his hand.

A deep, darkly satisfied sound escapes him.

Cool air hits my clit, and I clench around nothing. I’m aching. I need him inside me. I need to feel him spear through all that pressure. I need a cock to squeeze against. I need to be full, and to feel that too-much pinch of pain.

I need to feel him come.

“It’s not enough. Nowhere near enough.” Jasper’s lips are at my ear. His breathing is heavy and rough, snarling with arousal, and I whimper, trying not to squirm. “Let me play with all your parts, pretty girl.”

My thoughts liquefy, and I can’t help my needy jerk against him.

Instead of scolding me, Jasper only growls a heated, “Lucien, hurry up .”

“Yeah.. . uh. Yep. I’m just...” Lucky drags his dazed eyes away from me and Jasper, staring down at the unopened bag. “I think I blacked out for a second there, but I’m back.”

He quickly tugs open the bag beside us, and when he finally pulls the mysterious items free, I... don’t recognize either of them.

The first is a set of delicate silver chains that twinkle in the starlight—and three elegant, sharp-toothed pinching heads dangle off the ends.

The other item is a longer, thicker, wickedly curved hook with a round silver end... and the hook is attached by a chain to a beautiful leather collar.

“Fuck’s sake,” Jayk mutters.

I eye him, then squint again at the items, trying to figure out how they work. My thigh twitches restlessly under Jasper’s hand.

I’m not sure I care what they do, so long as they do it fast.

“Choose one for her. Whatever pleases you most.”

Lucky looks up at Jasper’s voice, and Jasper settles back against the chair languorously.

“Aw, come on. Jasper, please don’t put me in the middle of?—”

“Choose, or she’ll wear both.”

Lucky’s lips part, worry furrowing his brow as he looks between them, then glances guiltily up at me. His eyes linger on my breasts, his thumb rubbing over the delicate bundle of chains, and he grimaces. Tentatively, he lifts the collar.

“The hook,” he says reluctantly, and Jasper’s low laugh is frayed at the edges.

“Playing the hero, Lucien? Your loyalty is as adorable as it is misguided.” Jasper is too knowing, even as he grips my throat with his free hand. “You should know better than to lie to me by now.”

His fingers trail down my chest, and my gasping breaths nearly dislodge him.

Lucky’s gaze tracks the motion.

“Do you think that by protecting her from what you truly want, she will love you better?” Jasper continues.

When his other hand cups my pussy possessively, I moan.

Sweat slicks my hairline as I fight the need to grind against his palm, and Jasper’s voice whispers in my ear.

“Do you think she’s afraid of the dark?”

Jasper is playing chess with me again, but his hand on my pussy is almost all I can focus on.

“Whatever pleases you, Jasper,” I murmur.

“Not Lucien?” he asks, jealously edged, his gaze a snare.

I brave a shift against his hand, and he squeezes me hard.

“Lucien who?” I moan, and Lucky splutters.

Jasper’s eyes gleam with scorching amusement. “The clamps it is.”

There’s so much relish in the way he says it that a prick of nervousness shivers through my need. His hand curls under one of my breasts, and I gasp, arching as he tests the weight in his cool, elegant hand.

“Such pretty breasts.” His thumb brushes over my nipple, and I shudder. “So sweet. So soft.”

His thumb flicks over me again, watching me with visceral hunger. His eyes are flame-licked coals, intense and approving.

Suddenly, he stops his tiny flicks over my nipple, and he pinches it hard between two fingers, then tugs it roughly.

I yelp, twisting, as vibrant, spurting pain explodes in my nipple. I arch, trying to ease it, but Jasper only tugs me higher, watching me obsessively, curiously . Bright spots of color ride high along his cheekbones, and his lean jaw flexes in an almost-snarl as he takes in my expression.

I whimper as the pain spreads, aching through my breast. This pain isn’t hot and bright, it’s cold and biting, with a throb that reaches somewhere deep and low inside me.

I can’t tell if I like it, if I want it, but the more he tugs, the lower the pain reaches, until it feels as though he’s tugging at my clit with rough, icy plucks of his fingers.

Tears spring back to my eyes as I grip him around his neck, my fingers digging into his silky hair, and Jasper’s expression becomes humiliatingly knowing.

“Poor girl,” he croons.

Then he lets me go, and I curl up, pressing my arms protectively over my breasts.

“Ow. Ow, ow, ow.”

Jasper tugs my hair back so he can keep watching my face, and his eyes glitter with feral delight. He strokes the back of a finger down my cheek.

My mind short-circuits, caught between the blistering, icy pain and his intoxicating tenderness.

“I know,” he murmurs. “I know, darling girl. It’s awful, isn’t it?” He grasps both my wrists where they’re still crossed protectively over my chest. “Open up for me now. Let me make it better.”

Instinctually, I fight against him, but despite his lean build, Jasper is strong, and his forearms barely cord as he slowly forces my arms wide, exposing me again.

My breasts lift in rapid, panicked breaths, and he kisses my temple sweetly.

“That’s a good girl. Ease it for her, Lucien—and stop pouting at me. She asked for this.” His nose runs along my cheekbone. “Didn’t you, sweet one?”

Still shocky, I’m stammering a response when a scorching mouth closes over my aching breast.

“Oh!”

My mouth parts, hanging open as Lucky sucks my sore nipple into his mouth, laving it with his tongue. The tugging suction, the heat, the wet—it floods over the pain, relieving it with shocking, brutal pleasure.

Lucky groans against me as I squirm. On his knees between Jasper’s legs, he shifts his weight forward until I’m pinned between them.

“Color?” Jasper asks thickly, stroking my hair off my forehead.

Shuddering, I try to grind my hips up against Lucky, but the two of them have me pressed too close to move. I tunnel my fingers into Lucky’s long hair to hold him to me instead, and my other hand flexes against Jasper’s neck.

I’m leaking everywhere.

I thought I was sensitive before, but that was nothing— nothing —compared to how Lucky’s mouth feels after Jasper’s abuse.

Exquisite torture.

I watch Jayk’s rough face twist, guiltily loving how the rope stands out against his tattoos, and how—no matter how much he scowls—he’s still hard for me under the pretty red throw blanket.

Tearily, I choke out, “Green. I’m... green, ah.”

Jayk’s tense jaw works, but he drags in a deep breath through his nose, keeping quiet.

Lucky presses soothing kisses against my skin as Jasper greedily grasps my other breast, then plucks that nipple up with the same cruel, rough treatment.

Pain explodes again, followed by Lucky’s scorching mouth.

It’s cold and hot, rough then wet, cruel then all delicious, silky suction.

The confusing clash of sensations is too much.

My tears begin to spill over, and Jasper shudders.

He tilts my head back to claim them, his lips running over my cheeks with biting, needy kisses.

He twists my nipple, and I cry out, shocked as his cock rocks against my ass.

It’s a different pain to being spanked.