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One month later…

“ A re the cameras ready, Darlin’?” I ask Kieran over my shoulder as I bend down to adjust the restraints around Alex’s ankles. “You can make them tighter, baby,” she purrs from behind her brand-new pink balaclava. Her voice is slightly distorted by the voice changer sewn into her mask.

Kieran bought them about a week ago as another means to disguise our identities. We can’t have the depraved public or the assholes behind Hush figure out who we are if we want to take them down.

The plan is in full swing. The only downside? It is a slow play. Very fucking slow.

Smiling up at her, I pull on the strap and she sucks in a deep breath before training her hungry eyes on me. We made some upgrades to the basement in preparation for Hush’s Live stream function that just got announced. Thanks Joel.

Our little dove has commissioned a custom bondage frame in the shape of a star for our first live stream. I like it. It’s much better than strapping her to a St. Andrew’s Cross, especially with our history.

“Connecting them now. You two ready for this?” Kieran muses from behind his laptop screen before pulling his mask on and starting the countdown when we nod underneath the bright red lights.

I pull my mask from my waistband and put it on just in time for the red dot on the camera to start flashing, signaling that we are officially Live.

Turning to face Alex again, I offer her a wink before I harshly grab her throat and retrieve my knife from its holster. Trailing the flat edge over her bare thigh, Kieran makes his way to us with one of the floggers from the wall.

She sucks in a sharp breath that is filled with excited fear as I dip the blade beneath her underwear and slice through the delicate fabric.

Kieran’s eyes flash with hunger as he twirls the flogger in his hand for long seconds before the cracking sound of the leather tails connects with Alex's pretty little cunt. She yelps at the sting, and my cock strains against my zipper as I watch her squirm.

“Fuck,” I groan, trying my best not to praise Alex and drop to my knees to ease the angry flesh with my tongue.

Aftercare will come later. This show has to be as depraved and dangerous as possible.

“We’re going to make you scream, baby,” Kieran promises in a deep, distorted voice beside me as Alex meets his gaze with a dark glint.

To anyone watching, Alex looks frightened as she shakes and squirms against the restraints; but we know better. She is an eager, wet mess for us despite all the digital eyes on her and the sting I know is still kissing her pussy instead of me.

I am acutely aware of the cameras watching me, and it helps me keep up the act. The voice changers and masks also help, but while my fear started as an act, the longer I am taunted by that blinking light, the more real it becomes.

Fintan's grip on my throat tightens, cutting off my air as Kieran drags the leather across my skin. I shiver, my muscles tensing just before another stinging blow lands on my skin.

I can’t help the scream ripping from my throat.

My pussy weeps as the pain transforms into pleasure when Kieran rubs over the reddening patch on my hip in a feather-light touch, Thankfully, he blocks the sweet motion from the camera, but Fintan hides nothing as he dips his knife between my thighs, stealing the breath from my lungs.

He slides the flat edge over my slit, groaning and cursing under his breath before flipping it around and pushing the cold handle inside.

He finally releases my throat, and I suck in a deep breath as a moan ripples through me. I shudder at the sensation and pull on the restraints.

“You were such a good girl for us,” I praise as Fintan and I pepper kisses over Alex’s skin as we stand in the shower.

“Hmm, you didn’t hold back,” she whispers, hot water dripping from her beautiful face as she looks up at me. “Do you think it was believable?”

“You played your part perfectly, dove,” Fintan says as he squirts her deliciously coconut scented shampoo onto his hand and gets to work on her bi-colored strands.

I cup her face in my hands and kiss her deeply.

She leans into me, moaning on my tongue before I straighten, breathless.

“Don’t worry about Hush, little dove. Tomorrow we’ll get back to it, but until then, let’s get you cleaned up and comfortable.

Tell us what you need and we’ll make it happen—” I kiss her forehead.

“—I’ll grab some ointment for the marks I made. I don’t want them to bruise.”

“Or…” she purrs, “You two can kiss them better.” She turns to rinse her hair, eyeing both of us with a sultry smile playing on her lips.

We finish our shower, and just as we enter the bedroom, Alex's phone beeps with incoming texts. We don’t even need to check to know they are from Molly. The girl never sends just one; always multiple as if she can’t organize her thoughts into one.

Fintan flops onto the bed, water droplets still clinging to his skin as he starts stocking his cock. His piercings glint under the glow of the lamp on the nightstand like they are winking at me.

My smile stretches as I join him, just as hard as he is, and I capture his mouth in a hungry kiss as I hover over him. Alex watches the two of us, biting her bottom lip as she mindlessly picks up the phone to check the messages.

“Huh,” she breathes as she reads. “What is it?” Fintan asks, curiosity in his breathy tone as I break the kiss and turn my attention to Alex.

“Molly and Joel are leaving on a trip to scout for new locations to franchise Hell’s Playground.”

“Uh… Joel knows he has a job to do, right?” I say, moving beside Fintan on the mattress. “How long?” Fintan asks in a sigh as he continues stroking himself.

“Six months,” Alex answers. “Joel will be handling Hush with us while they’re away. Molly says they have been thinking about this trip for weeks and Joel wants us to check on things at the club while they’re away.”

“Oh fuck no,” Fintan huffs as he sits up with a frown creasing his brows. “I’m joking!” Alex laughs, the sound is mesmerizing and sweet. “They have everything covered,” she giggles before leveling him with a sly smirk that has my cock twitching.

Fintan moves onto his knees beside me, clearly relieved that Joel won’t be making us manage the club in his absence. He pushes my back against the headboard before trailing his warm tongue over my throbbing length.

I groan as he teases me painfully slowly, and I flick my gaze toward Alex as she stands with her phone, leaning against the dresser to my left. “Put the phone down and get that perfect little ass over here, little dove,” I growl as I grip the white strands of Fintan’s hair.

He releases me with a smile as Alex nears the bed and grabs her arm to pull her on top of me. She yelps and giggles as she straddles my hips, and I waste no time as I line myself up to her tight entrance.

She relaxes onto my cock with a satisfied moan before Fintan moves behind her with a bottle of lube. “Such a good girl. We’ll have you coming for us in no time,” he says as I watch him squirt the lube onto her ass before teasing her with his fingers.

Her moans grow louder as I bounce her on my cock while Fintan preps her for his cock. Soon she is screaming our names as we fuck her together. We are perfect together, and she is the glue that holds us together.

She is our sanity.

Our salvation.

Alex Peterson is our home.