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It’s more livid. More vulnerable and raw. There’s no cushion here, no deep thud. And just when I think it can’t get worse, I hear the jingle of chains and I twist.

The silver dangles from Jasper’s fingertips like droplets, and his eyes glow with unholy light over mine.

“Ease back, Lucien. You’ve done well.” Jasper grasps my inner thigh again, his fingers digging in, and roughly, deliberately, he tilts me open even wider. “Make yourself useful and lick up some of the mess she’s making of me.”

“Thank God,” he groans huskily.

Jasper reaches around me to loosen a small, delicate screw. The attached clamp has vicious teeth like an alligator’s, and even though it’s tipped in protective rubber, I freeze, clutching at Lucky’s shoulder as his mouth begins to descend down my body.

“Lucky . . .”

I try to hold him in place—to help me—because, as pretty as it is, that clamp looks mean .

Lucky’s heavy-lidded eyes dart between the clamps and me with a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” His nips my navel, and he hardly sounds sorry at all.

“Duty calls. Can’t ignore the boss.” He licks the crease between my thigh and my pussy, and his voice is muffled when he adds, “Important job here.”

“Lucien,” Jasper says warningly, and Lucky pauses with a curse. His breath is hot and flushed over my clit, and I can’t help my squirm. “If you make her come, I will be extremely displeased.”

“Mhmm.” Lucky’s tongue dips into my wetness, circling the rim of my hole with hedonistic enjoyment. His nose is pressed into me, and his beard is getting soaked, but he’s still somehow nowhere I need him to be. “Got it. World’s worst kitty-eating coming right up. Hey, Jayk, got any tips?”

“I hope you fucking drown down there,” Jayk snaps back.

Lucky sighs. “Me too.”

His head dips again, his tongue delicious and taunting and utterly lawless over every slippery inch of me, and I can’t stop the shivers racking me now. Over and over.

I feel like a broken wind-up doll, one caught on the highest coil, left ticking there hopelessly and bound to break at any moment.

“I love you like this,” Jasper murmurs, touching my cheek as Lucky’s tongue slowly slips by my clit.

His eyes are dark as the spaces between stars—a dark made softer and deeper by the bonfire lights around it. I can’t help but wonder if the stars know that they burn so brightly only because he’s there to bank them.

My beautiful, selfless sadist.

“I love you every way.” Trembling, the words tumble out of me softly. “Every day. Every moment. Every piece.”

Jayk’s sharp breath is harsh denial, and Lucky’s head lifts, but these are background motions.

Surprise. Fear. Awe. Hope.

Tears fill my eyes at every micro-expression that flashes across Jasper’s face.

Before it settles on fierce, unfiltered possessiveness.

Jasper grasps my chin and captures my mouth in a kiss, and it’s so unexpected, I moan into it before I can stop the sound.

I’m too needy to be composed. My kiss is chaotic and hungry, delighting over the taste of him, every warning nip of teeth and every luxuriant, claiming lick.

Usually, Jasper controls himself carefully—how much of himself he gives, how much he allows me to take.

But not this time.

Jasper locks my mouth to his as he kisses me thoroughly, desperately, and this time, he lets me feel all of it. His gratitude and vulnerability, his tenderness and passion and all the banked, envious hurt I only tonight even suspected of him.

Suddenly, Lucky’s delighted tongue slides through my pussy again with renewed enthusiasm, and I cry out into Jasper’s mouth. He coaxes the sound into his, and I can feel his dark, selfish amusement as I strain for more.

Finally, he pulls back an inch, and our mouths are drenched in each other.

It’s uncivilized, for us.

It’s a kiss from the margins. His real self between the pretty stories he brings me.

“I love you too, dear girl,” he tells me, and after a moment, his lips curve privately, his eyes glassy with lust. “Most ardently.”

My grin breaks free, remembering his notes, and he kisses my temple with tender, restrained need. Unruly strands of his hair fall over his forehead, and he pants against my skin.

“I do hope you still love me after this.”

Sharp, cold rubber-sheathed teeth bite down on my nipple, and I cry out, jerking. Lucky’s hands flatten on my thighs, holding me wide. He sucks me, missing my clit again, and his beard is coarse against my inflamed, sensitive skin.

My toes curl.

“Shh, shh, shh.” Jasper’s face is flushed, strained with the cruelest brand of affection.

He’s lost in lust. In love. In all the pain and pleasure he’s giving me.

He begins tightening the screw, watching as my face distorts.

“I know, it’s nasty. I know it hurts. It’ll settle, sweet girl.

You can take it— A little more. For me, my Eden.

Be brave. Hold on to me if you need to.”

My tears spill salt over my lips, slipping out more freely as he releases my heavy, aching breast, and Jasper stares at the wet tracks like they’re suggestive. Libidinous. Like I’m making him hurt by hurting for him.

Flinching, my nails dig into Jasper’s neck as he cups my other breast. The silver jaws gleam as he opens the clamp, and I’m unable to help my sob of anticipation.

“Eden?” Jayk growls, and I gasp for words.

“Green! I’m still... Ah !” Jasper locks the teeth around my nipple, and my words skew on a squeal. “I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.”

The promises come between hitching, sobbing pants that don’t sound okay at all, but it’s the best I have, especially as Jasper starts tightening the second clamp to match the first.

It’s agony.

Pure, ungodly, vicious pain that starts angry and sharply stabbing, only to seep into a deep, fanning ache.

It’s like the pretty chain strung between my nipples is a live wire, sparking cold electricity between my breasts. It’s delicate and thin, but my breasts feel heavy and full, hypersensitive to the slightest swing.

Jasper’s chest rumbles as I cry, arching helplessly, uselessly, to ease the hurt. He drapes the silver so it spills like glitter over my body. A tiny third clamp brushes my pussy, but I’m too caught by the ache in my breasts to pay it much mind.

Maybe I can’t do this.

I grit my teeth, my head falling back as tears leak around my nose and into my mouth.

I tremble against Jasper’s silk shirt, and his racing heart hammers against me.

No, they’re too tight. My breasts suddenly too full.

I need them off.

Only I’m not sure I can rip these things off me without taking my nipples with them.

My nails curl into silk. “Hurts.”

Jasper tenderly kisses my quivering lips again, sweetly patronizing, but I’m too blinded by tears.

“ Hurts ,” I whimper again, dizzily. My thoughts are turning airy and wispish at the edges.

Jasper groans, then kisses me again.

“Breathe through it, beautiful,” Lucky whispers against my pussy, looking up at me between my thighs, his eyes heavy-lidded and hopeless.

“I am breathing.”

I think. I’m breathing a lot, but I can’t seem to find much air.

“Focus on Lucien, sweet girl. He has a clever tongue, hm?” Jasper bites my jaw, breathing hard. “Do you like me letting him taste you? How generous I am with my little submissives, letting you enjoy each other. How kind I am to you.”

He jingles the chain with a low laugh, and I squeal as black dots spark in front of my eyes. My skin tightens, and everything in me begins to lift, rising with the giddy, painful tension.

“Yeah, this seems like a real hoot,” Jayk mutters, his head knocked back against the post in bemused resignation.

Jasper’s hot tongue slides against mine, and I moan, trying to keep up. Lucky’s beard brushes my clit, and I flinch as I almost go over the edge.

Jasper makes a hot, hungry sound into my mouth at my shudder.

The pain is settling deep and low, throbbing in me everywhere, deep and aching and mixing with the vicious, empty ache inside me. It pushes me harder, higher, and my thoughts are edged out by need.

“Place the last one, Lucien,” Jasper purrs hungrily against my lips. “You know where.”

Last one?

“Fuck. Sorry.” Lips press against my thigh. “Sorry.”

My thought, Lucky’s voice—it all comes from far away.

I force my dazed eyes to open as Lucky’s fingers spread me wide, and he groans.

Blue eyes flash at me. “Sorry, sweetheart. Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Then my vision whites out.

I screech, my hips slamming back into Jasper’s cock as white-hot pain explodes in my clit.

Jasper’s arm locks around my waist, holding me to him and grinding against me as I arch back against him.

It’s staggering—a pulsating, cold-fire bite, and for a moment I’m not sure I can even breathe for the shock of it.

“Fuck,” Jasper curses, a gasp to his voice. His hands squeeze my thighs. My hips.

My throat.

My pulse throbs in my temple, my nipples, my clit , and my teeth grit as I whimper, teetering on a terrifying, too-intense edge. My mind is flying free, pulling out of my body.

Jasper’s greedy hands finally settle on gripping my jaw and kissing my mouth again with fervent, plundering kisses.

“Just like that, brave girl. I’m so proud of you.

You’re hurting so well, my Eden. So good to let me use you like this.

” His lips press over my wet cheeks. “You poor, helpless thing. You’re so pretty when you cry.

Do you know how fucking hard you make me? ”

I turn into Jasper’s neck, sobbing, but I’m not sure if it’s from pain or just from need alone. His words heal me everywhere I’m torn apart, and I kiss his neck desperately, even though the movement tugs at all my chains.

Pleasure cramps through me in dark, hot spurts.

“God damn.” Lucky’s voice is drunk. Ragged. “Is this what I look like when you...”

“Kiss her better, Lucien. Cheer her up. She’s trying so hard for us,” Jasper interrupts gently.

Lucky shudders.