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W hen I open my eyes, Alex is sitting in a chair, watching us intently as she plays with the flogger in her hands, letting the leather strips glide across her thighs. Her eyes are dark and hungry as she winks at me and begins touching herself as if to tease me more— Torture me more.

Her fingers trail down her body, pausing to pinch and tug at her nipples underneath the skin-tight latex before continuing further south. She dips her fingers into her wetness, pumping them in and out.

She moans softly as she picks up the pace, matching Fintan’s but then removes her fingers from that delicious cunt and uses the crystal handle of her flogger to toy with herself.

She lets the leather tails glide against her slit at first, moaning at the sensation but her eyes are focused on me as she pushes the tip of the handle inside that tight, wet pussy.

Her mouth is agape as her cunt stretches to accommodate the thick, smooth handle. She lifts her legs as she leans back in the chair, giving me the perfect view as she fucks herself.

God, she knows what she’s doing. No. No, I can’t come. Not like this. Fuuuck, it feels so good.

The combination of Alex’s moans and Fintan’s mouth around my cock intensifies the erotic atmosphere, sending shivers down my spine.

Realizing my wrists are free of the cuffs, I pull on Fintan’s hair before I shoot my load down his throat. We exchange a knowing look, the lust morphs into determination as realization washes over us like ice-cold water.

“Come join us, little Dove,” Fintan purrs from his knees before me as he looks at her over his shoulder. I glance over to gauge her reaction, and she seems hesitant but ultimately, she straightens off her seat and stalks over to us, flogger in hand.

“Fuck him while you suck my cock, baby,” I say, trying to keep my tone smooth despite my racing heart and burning fury.

“What game are you trying to play?” she asks skeptically, maintaining a wary distance.

“You think we wouldn’t want to fuck you in an outfit like that?” Fintan remarks as he glares at her, waiting for her to make her next move.

Hearing Fintan tell her that, sets my body ablaze.

Is he acting like we planned, or does he mean it?

Will she go for it? This is the fuck-up on her part that we’ve been waiting for.

Fuck, please work. This game ends now.

She moves closer but still keeps some distance between us. Fintan’s eyes flash with a glimmer of depravity and malice as he grabs her ankle, just above her boot, and yanks it out from under her.

She falls to the floor with a loud thud, letting out the sexiest little yelp as her ass meets the concrete. Within seconds, he’s on top of her with his hand clasped around her throat.

I take this opportunity to get up and pull my pants back on so I can move comfortably and lean down to wrench the flogger from her hand before she can use it on Fintan.

“Hmm, I don’t think so, little Dove,” I say, cracking it loudly. She thrashes beneath Fintan, screaming and clawing at his hands, but he doesn’t let go. The sound of her cries fills the room. I feel a surge of power and pleasure courses through my veins.

This is it. This is what we’ve been waiting for.

The situation is finally unfolding exactly as we’d hoped, and we are taking back control over our bratty little Dove. Alex struggles, but we’re not letting her go now. There’s still much to be done.

“Fuck, no, no!” she pleads as I strut over to her right side, swinging the flogger like a pro. Her body trembles and her eyes plead for mercy, but we’ve already made up our minds - this is our moment to change the game.

“You love the fear and the promise of pain, baby. Now, do you deserve the pleasure you crave? I bet your cunt is wet again already,” Fintan growls while I circle them like a starved predator.

“Kieran, why don’t you check to see if she is the same dirty little liar she was the night she understood who held the power? ”

I smirk, drop to my knees beside them, and trail my fingers up her thigh until I meet her wet center underneath the black latex. She squirms as I plunge two fingers inside her, meeting no resistance.

“Such a wet little pussy,” I purr, pulling my fingers out and holding them in front of her. The digits glisten in the blue light and Fintan leans forward, taking my fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“Fucking delicious,” he murmurs, using his free hand to wipe her blonde streaks of hair from her face. The action and his words nearly floor me.

Fuck, I want him. I can’t… It feels like I am treading against dangerous waves and all I want to do is swim to safety. With Alex, a woman, it feels familiar. It’s what I’ve known my whole life. It’s…comfortable.

My cheeks flame red as Kieran’s hand returns to my pussy, toying with me while Fintan stares daggers into my eyes. I felt invincible earlier. Fearless as I controlled the scene.

What was I thinking? I have two very horny, very angry, large men in my basement, and I can’t overpower them.

I close my eyes for a moment to try and think of a way out of this situation, but Kieran’s fingers are making that nearly impossible. I can’t reach the syringe tucked into my combat boot and I hope Kieran doesn’t see it.

He seems entirely focused on his fingers inside me and I find myself realizing that I missed this. Their harsh touches. The three of us…together.

Suddenly, Kieran withdraws his fingers and Fintan gets off me. The loss of contact making me squirm as a whimper slips from my lips as I open my eyes.

Kieran grabs my arm and yanks me to my feet before clasping his hand around my throat and walking me back fast until my back hits the wall with a loud thud.

“You’re done. You have played this game for too long, Alex,” he growls inches from my face, his breath ghosting over my skin, and I see it in his eyes. The same look I’ve had in mine all those weeks ago, a predatory hunger for revenge.

Recognition flashes in his eyes and his gaze softens for a split second.

I saw it. Guilt. Does he feel guilty for what he did to me? Does Fintan?

“What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue, Dove?” I gloat, stepping closer to them as Kieran holds her against the wall. “Fuck you,” she spits out.

I chuckle; I love the fire within her. She is not as easily broken as we thought. Somehow that makes me want to break her even more.

“Did you really feel so confident that we won’t turn on you after you’ve been keeping us here.

Torturing us, for who knows how long? What do ravenous, caged predators do to those who turn their back to their cages?

Baby, why did you let us off our leashes?

” Kieran asks while tilting her chin up, so she is forced to meet his eyes while he increases the pressure around her throat.

His voice is deep and his tone sarcastic, dripping with resentment.

“You thought it was wise to let our chains slip while you use your body to manipulate us?” I ask, picking up the flogger and twisting it around in my hand, the leather strips swooshing in the air.

“Your leashes are still very much intact boys,” she says with no emotion. Fear and anger are no longer present in her tone or features and that sets off all kinds of alarms in my head.