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Alex trails her fingertips down my chest, stopping at my waistband, and starts unbuckling my belt just as Kieran appears behind her. His mask glows and the sight of the X’s over his eyes and the wide stitched smile has the hairs on the back of my neck standing up in anticipation.

Alex wiggles my jeans off my legs and, while I am distracted by Kieran, she pats the pockets before pulling out my knife. My eyes widen as she tosses my pants to the side and plays with the blade, the metal glinting in the low light as she twirls it in her fingers.

I lock my eyes on her, following her every move as she steps closer with my favorite blade, the very one I used the night we met.

My breath hitches as she swiftly makes a small cut on my thigh—just like I did to her.

Hissing at the sudden sting, my cock jerks in response and I turn my head towards the sound of Kieran’s throaty chuckle.

Alex steps aside and Kieran lowers to his knees, parting my legs to kneel between them before he briefly lifts his mask and trails his tongue over the fresh cut.

I instinctively grab onto his hair as a moan slips from my throat and, to my surprise, he swats my hand away, leveling me with a dark glare.

Alex moves behind the couch and takes the hand that was in Kieran’s hair just moments ago, tying my wrist with what appears to be a pair of stockings before she leans over my back to grab my other arm.

“We are in control tonight, and you are our plaything. Now, submit and let us show you how good it feels to let go,” Alex purrs, her breath hot against my ear before she pulls on the stockings, tightening my wrists together and lifting my arms over my head until my knuckles graze against the back of the couch.

She ties the fabric around the foot of the couch that conveniently sits right below me, and just like that, I can’t move.

I pull on the makeshift restraints. The stockings are stretchy, but she tied them so tight, there is barely any give.

My breathing kicks into overdrive as panic creeps through my body like an icy tide, ready to drown me in darkness.

I hate restraints. I can’t fucking do this. Fuck!

“Eyes on me,” Kieran instructs in a soothing tone. The panic in my eyes meets the hunger in his as I do what I’m told, but my need to get out of this is stronger than my earlier reluctant willingness to play along.

I hyperventilate. Yanking harder on the stockings but neither of them make a move to free me. When I realize that they will not, it hits me like a fucking train.

“Please. Please, I can’t. Take these off!” I breathe out, but Kieran remains on his knees before me. Tears well in my eyes, and before I can stop them, they roll down my cheeks as my trauma crashes through the walls I’ve built and reinforced over many years.

Alex moves to sit by my side and trails her fingertips lightly down the side of my face before turning me to look at her.

“Let us heal your scars, Fin,” Alex says, her voice soft and I can’t help but lean into her touch despite the raging turmoil within me. I feel like I’m drowning.

“Please—” I manage during gasps and tears as I tug on the makeshift restraints again, hoping they would see my fear and my pain and let me free. They don’t.

“Let it out, Fin,” Alex says in the most reassuring tone I have ever heard from her, but it does nothing to ease the utter helplessness I feel.

I close my eyes and sob, while fighting against the fabric and struggling to regulate my breathing. “Hurt me,” I manage between heavy breaths as tears continue to sting my eyes.

“Please.”

Kieran cocks his head as he considers my words. “Please, Kai,” I beg. I need to feel something other than the past.

They are breaking down my walls and I know they are trying to help me let go, but I’m not sure I know who I am without my defenses. What if it breaks me? What if it’s the only thing keeping me together? Who will I be when the last brick falls?

Kieran nods once as if hearing the thoughts screaming in my mind and he snatches my knife from Alex’s lace waistband as she sits beside me. She barely has time to react before Kieran has the blade kissing the skin on the side of my neck.

“Are you sure about this? Do you want to bleed for us?” he asks in a low tone.

Words catch in my throat but I manage a nod, already feeling slightly more in control of my emotions.

Kieran reaches out with his free hand and coils his fingers around my cock as he drags the blade down my chest, applying just enough pressure to leave a mark, but he doesn’t break the skin.

I grow harder as the stark contrasting sensations cloud my racing mind. His hand is so warm compared to the cold blade. “More. I need more,” I breathe.

He nods again. Alex leans closer and nips at my neck before whispering in my ear. “I’m proud of you, Fin.” Her words catch me completely off guard, and I turn to look at her. Even though her mask hides her features, I can sense the smile that hides beneath.

I feel a different kind of sob crawl up my throat, but before the first tear falls, Kieran applies more pressure and this time the knife splits my skin.

I gasp at the sting and as soon as I look down at the fresh cut on my chest and see the blood, my eyes nearly roll back from the pleasure and relief it elicits.

My trauma and arousal twirl together like lovers dancing on the sharp edge of my blade.

“You’re going so well, Mo mhuirnín, ” Kieran praises as he starts stroking my cock, tilting his head as he watches my expression through the lit eyes of the mask.

Pride and lust mix within me as I watch him slowly calm, and his panic turns into submission. His eyes are dark, and his chest rises and falls as I stroke him, enjoying the feel of his piercings gliding against my hand as I move.

“Wet his cock for me, Kai,” Alex moans beside Fintan as she lifts her legs and slips her thong off before she starts touching herself.

She looks amazing. Her mask accompanied by the pigtails, is a nice touch. I can’t wait for us to watch the footage later.

Removing my mask, I flash Fintan a wink before securing it on him. He seems more relaxed with his face covered, and that only makes my dick throb harder.

I lower myself between his legs and wrap my lips around him, eliciting a delicious groan from him, and he pulls on his restraints again.

I moan around him, bobbing up and down as he matches my movements by thrusting into my mouth. Alex circles her clit faster as she watches the two of us. As soon as I release his cock, it is glistening with saliva.

I straighten off the floor and grab Alex’s throat, forcing her to stand before me as I take her hand and pop her coated fingers into my mouth. “Hmm, delicious. Now fuck him for me, Dove,” I groan after sucking the arousal from her digits.

She whimpers in response, and I let out a dark chuckle. She still wants to act dominant, but we all know she becomes a kitten when either of us take control.

I lift her onto Fintan’s lap, bending down to line the tip of his cock up to her entrance and they moan in unison as she lowers onto him. Their hips match rhythmically as she starts to ride him, taking him deeper.

I grip onto her ass and squeeze, watching them carefully before I lean over and kiss Alex’s neck, nipping lightly as I whisper. “Take him to heaven, baby.”

She responds by moaning and moving faster as I take the mask off my darling and slip it on my face once again. Fintan watches us intently with dark eyes that sparkle with arousal despite his restraints and the panic earlier.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” Alex asks, her voice low and laced with lust. I love how she can see through him so easily. My lips tilt into a smile behind my mask before I nod in agreement. “I’d say so.”

Alex releases another loud moan as she leans over and lifts her mask to capture Fintan’s mouth in a bruising kiss that lasts for what seems like forever before she pulls away with a satisfied hum.

“Hmm… I think it’s my turn,” I growl as I pick up Fintan’s knife from the cushion beside them and walk around to the back of the couch, freezing for a moment as I catch a glimpse of the three of us on the TV screen.

We look so fucking good together.

I move the blade to tip Alex’s chin up to meet my gaze. “Don’t come, little Dove. Not until I tell you to,” I instruct before she covers her face again.

“Why don’t you join us?” Fintan groans as our girl rides him.

Standing behind them, I trail the flat of the knife down the side of his neck before leaning closer.

“That’s the plan, Mo mhuirnín. Neither of you will come until I say so, or I will make sure to make you both bleed,” I whisper against the shell of his ear.

My lips curl into a smirk as I witness the flush creep over his skin along with goosebumps. He whimpers at the loss of the cold blade against his neck as I move to the other side of the couch again, turning my back to the mesmerizing display on the screen.

I position myself behind Alex, towering over her back as I push her down against my darling’s chest. Their sweat slick bodies move against each other as I spit into my hand and start working her tight, puckered hole.

She moans at the feeling of my fingers toying and stretching her, riding Fintan faster. I trace the blade gently along Alex’s back, causing her to slow down and suck in a deep breath. “Slow down, baby. You both belong to me, and I decide when you find your release.”

My voice is low, commanding, leaving no room for argument. She looks at me over her shoulder and I see the flicker of understanding in her gaze as she nods, her breath hitching as she fights back her impending climax.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I sink into her with one smooth thrust, hearing their moans of pleasure fill the room again.

“Oh, fuck!” Alex gasps but doesn’t stop me from taking her completely; our cocks filling her up just how she likes it.

God, how I love hearing their reactions to this twisted game we play together.

I start with long, torturously slow thrusts as I bury my fingers in her tangled hair, pulling on the strands just hard enough to ensure the slightest twinge of pain. Fintan’s eyes meet mine, burning me from the inside before I thrust deep inside Alex and lean closer until my lips meet his.

Our breaths come out heavy as we fuck, my tongue tangling with Fintan’s as I taste the desire on his lips. I feel his restraint, the effort it’s taking for him not to give in to the pleasure.

Pulling away, I turn our little Dove’s head until she is facing me and seal my lips to hers next. “You’re so tight, little Dove,” I murmur against her swollen lips, and she moans in response.

I fuck her deep but slow, my hands on her hips before I stop all movement. Her whimper is adorable. They both gasp as I guide her hips to move faster, harder on Fintan. I can feel her getting closer; her breaths are coming out in short but heavy pants as her muscles strangle my cock.

“Not yet,” I remind them, my voice a whisper among the lustful sounds echoing in the room. She whimpers, unable to form words as her body trembles with the effort of holding back.

I toss the blade to the coffee table behind me and reach around her, my hand finding her clit. With my gaze locked on Fintan’s, I tease her until she’s on the brink. Then I stop.

She cries out, her body bucking as she tries to find her release. But I hold her still, my hands firm on her hips.

“Please,” she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

“Not yet,” I repeat, my voice a purr of satisfaction.

Fintan’s body is tense with need as I look at him, but despite my orders, he starts thrusting from below.

The restraints digging into his skin only add to his pleasure and the feeling of his piercings gliding against my cock inside Alex has me rushing toward my own orgasm.

I thrust harder, deeper as the need completely overtakes my senses. The membrane that separates us only intensifies it as our perfect little dove spasms around us.

“Now,” I say, no longer able to keep my heavy breaths at bay. The three of us come together, hard. Breathless, we pant and groan as the high of our shared releases bathe us in an intoxicating afterglow.