Page 18 of Provocation (Den of Deception #3)

‘I deserved it for lying,’ I whisper so quietly I’m sure they couldn’t have heard me.

‘Jesus,’ I hear Shade mutter. ‘Daisy, that’s not what this was… It was a punishment, yeah, but only some discomfort, not pain.’

He sounds so remorseful, that I almost wouldn’t be surprised if there are tears in his eyes.

I reach out with my hand, and I find his, gripping it hard.

‘It wasn’t too bad until the end,’ I say. ‘I’m sorry for not telling the truth. You understand why, don’t you?’ I stifle a sob. ‘Please say you understand.’

I’m drawn into arms that I recognize as his.

‘Yeah,’ he whispers. ‘I understand why. But you never have to endure something you hate with us. Never. Not even as a punishment. You don’t deserve it. You’re the best person I know, Marguerite.’

‘No, I’m not,’ I whisper.

‘You are,’ he insists. ‘I mean, granted, the people I know are like these two assholes, the Bandervilles, my father, Andy...’

I laugh a little. ‘See? You don’t know any good people. You don’t know anything.’

I feel his smile.

He holds me until I stop shuddering and my eyes stop leaking and my breath evens out. And then he asks me if I want pizza, and I think I might love him a little.

But the feeling isn’t a new one. It’s an old one. I just didn’t understand what it was before.

I shake my head and resist the urge to say the words he might not want to hear.

‘No. I need… I don’t want any more punishment,’ I clarify, ‘but I feel… I want…’

I’m given to Blake, and I know it’s him without opening my eyes because the arms that envelope me are a little smaller than Mav’s.

‘Only fun stuff now, okay?’ he reassures me, and I press my back into his chest with a shuddering breath as his hands skate to my knees to open my legs.

I let him move me, taking my hand away that was still shielding my core.

‘What do you want?’ he asks me.

‘To feel good in a nice way,’ I answer immediately.

‘We can do that, princess.’

Hands caress up my legs with a firm hold, grounding me in the moment and I feel the merest brush of something wet and warm slide up my slit before fasting onto my clit, to that tiny space close to it, and flicking almost reverently.

My sigh is loud and long, and I shuffle down the bed a little, my hands sliding into his hair.

Shade.

His pace is slow, but not frustrating or upsetting and I’m soon ready for more as he brings my body to readiness at my own pace. At first I wasn’t sure I’d be able to feel anything at all after the intense vibrations of the toy he used on me, but he gives me all the time I need.

‘More,’ I plead.

‘How much more?’ he asks, pressing at my entrance and then the other one.

‘ All the more,’ I whimper, my hips bouncing.

I hear someone rifling around in the duffle bag again and I tense a little, but there’s a sound of a squeezy bottle and a moment later a small, cold thing is teased into my ass slowly.

It feels like the same one they used on me before and goes in quicker this time, I gasp a little as I feel it go inside.

A finger presses into me, and I widen my legs, Blake holding them for me still.

‘Use those clamps,’ he suggests. ‘The training ones. They won’t hurt.’

‘Not too much anyway,’ he whispers in my ear, and I open my eyes as Shade pinches one of my nipples, making it harden into a stiff peak. A small rubber pincer on a chain is clamped onto me, making me whimper as my lower muscles contract.

Mav’s finger continues its gentle assault, his eyes not leaving my face. ‘Is this okay?’

‘More,’ I whine, wanting to feel that full sensation from before.

His eyes find the duffle bag. ‘Are you up for a little stretching?’

‘So, I can take you?’ I ask.

He nods. ‘But not today. That’d be too much.’

His hand comes out of the bag with a purple toy that’s much bigger than the glass one Blake used on me. My eyes take it in, wondering if my pussy will be able to take it in . It’s more anatomically correct than the other one, too, with a bulbous head and veins .

It’s got what looks like a suction cup on one end that has me puzzled but all thoughts leave my head as he notches it against my entrance and presses it slowly into me.

The stretch is exactly what I’ve been craving, and I feel it against the thing that’s embedded in my ass.

The sensation is odd, but not unpleasant, the combination of the fullness between my legs and the pinching of my nipples makes me shift.

Mav presses the toy deeper, and Shade does something with the clamps that makes them tighten. I hiss in pain and pleasure, bearing down on the toys without realizing I am, and they both go deeper.

My hands clench Blake, my nails digging into his forearms and he chuckles knowingly.

‘I think this needy little whore of ours wants more,’ he murmurs, and I nod with a mewl, not sure if I could even string a sentence together right now.

Mav draws the toy out of me and pushes it back in. I moan loudly, my hips rolling, trying to take more.

‘Hold her,’ he says, and Blake’s hands grip under my knees tighter, pulling me wider for them.

Mav’s motions speed up and the toy pistons into me hard and fast, almost painfully.

But it’s a good pain. I’m making noises, indiscernible muttering and whimpers.

Words with no meanings. I pretend it’s Mav’s actual cock driving into me, and my body moves in tandem with the rhythm as much as it can in Blake’s grasp.

I come hard with a high-pitched cry, my nails scratching at Blake as my body lifts off the bed, taut, every muscle straining. I vaguely feel my body release something hot and wet and I fall back to earth.

I’m in the middle of the bed on my back, my limbs splayed out, too exhausted to move. Blake’s no longer holding me. The toys are gone, though the clamps are still on my nipples.

‘Did she just squirt?’

‘Fuck that was the hottest thing ever!’

I hear a grunt and feel someone’s cum splash against my stomach. I open my eyes to see all three of them standing around me. Mav’s eyes are hooded as he stares down at me, his mammoth dick softening slowly.

Shade and Blake are still fisting themselves as they watch me.

‘Take the clamps off,’ Blake breathes.

Mav leans over me, putting his mouth near my ear and nuzzling against me.

He pulls the chain a little and I moan as my nipples are stretched.

‘Did you know you could lose control like that, Tulip?’

I shake my head and let out a whimper as he opens one of the clamps. I gasp in pain as the blood rushes back to my nipple and Mav closes his lips over the abused peak, sucking gently.

Blake groans and his cum hits me as well, higher, close to Mav’s face and he gives his friend a cold look as he rises.

‘Sorry, bro,’ Blake says, but he smirks, his expression satisfied when it lands on me. ‘I’ll do the other one.’

Before I can react, he takes the other clamp off and I moan. He kisses my smarting flesh and then draws it into his mouth like Mav did. I feel the scrape of his teeth and his eyes flash before he pulls away.

‘I owe you for that bite,’ he whispers, kissing my lips softly. ‘I can’t wait to collect.’

But then he moves back and it’s just Shade and me. His hand is still moving over his length, but as he stares into my eyes, he moves onto the bed.

Like he’s being pulled by some unseen force, he grabs my ankles and pulls me down the covers to him.

His eyes search mine for a second, making sure I want this, and then he thrusts inside of me roughly.

He’s almost as big as that toy and the exquisite stretch has me pushing closer, trying to get more of him.

He folds my legs back, holding the backs of my thighs as he quickens his pace.

He fucks me hard and fast, pressing against something inside me at this angle that has my breath stuttering.

I come again. It’s not as explosive as the last one, but it’s just as wonderful.

It rolls over me like a cloud, making my fingers and toes tingle as my body undulates helplessly under him.

He closes his eyes and his body jerks, shooting ropes of cum deep inside of me before rolling off me and collapsing beside me.

His arms immediately pull me close so that my head is on his chest. His heart thuds hard against my ear and I can’t help but close my eyes.

‘I’m sorry I told her about Sauvage without discussing it with you guys first,’ I hear Mav say.

‘I’m not,’ Shade rumbles. ‘You were right to. She should know. I hate it, but she needs to be aware of the dangers.’

‘Did you guys know she could squirt like that?’ Blake murmurs.

I feel Shade sigh under me a little. ‘Go make sure there’s a couple fresh towels in the bathroom, would you?’ he says instead of answering.

‘Okay, but I want to? — ’

I hear the buzz of a phone, and I crack one eye open in curiosity. Maybe it’s Mav’s brother with the results of the first test of Envy.

But it’s Blake who has his phone out. I don’t know who it is, but his expression goes from open and excited to drawn and shuttered in the space of a second as he looks at the screen.

‘I have to go.’

He leaves the room quickly.

‘Who was that?’ I ask, drawing back from Shade so I can see his face properly, and I catch him and Mav sharing a look.

I have a good grasp on their tones, and their expressions now, but these speaking glances they give each other elude me. I mean, how are they communicating with their eyes? Fucking telepathy?

‘It was no one,’ Mav says, ‘just school stuff.’

How could it be no one?

‘On a Sunday night?’ I ask.

‘Yeah, a project he’s working on.’

‘Oh,’ I say, laying back down on Shade, pretending I accept their answer.

But I don’t.

My stomach does a nasty flip. What if, when he told me he didn’t have a girlfriend all those weeks ago, he wasn’t telling the truth? What if he’s going to see another girl? Why else would he need to leave so quickly if it wasn’t someone telling him to come now?

It could be wrestling.