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“That was five,” I say, pushing her hair out of her face.

Elliot frowns. “Five what?”

“Orgasms.” I smirk. “Oliver and I want to see how many times we can make her come.”

Elliot’s chest shakes with silent laughter as he stares down at the limp woman in his arms. “You sure she can take more?”

She perks up then. “Yes. I can.”

“Good,” Elliot murmurs, kissing the tip of her nose. “Because I’m not done with you. And I don’t think Rhett is either.”

Chapter sixteen

Elliot

Wren sinks into me, smiling. “Yes, please.”

I stroke her back, glancing at Rhett. “Do you want me to tie her up?”

“Hands behind her back,” he tells me. “I want her helpless.”

Wren inhales a shuddering breath, squirming in my lap.

“What do you think about that, love?”

“You can do anything to me,” she whispers. “I trust you.”

Fuck me.

Gently, I ease her onto the bed so she’s laying on her stomach. Then I grab some of my ropes and pull her hands behind her back.

“Tell me if I make them too tight, Wren.”

As I loop the ropes around her wrists, she sighs happily, like she’s been waiting for this all day. Maybe she has. I pull the ropes tight enough that she won’t be able to get free, but loose enough that they won’t cut off her blood circulation.

When I’m finished, I pull her up into a sitting position. “How do they feel?”

She tests them, wiggling a bit. “Good.”

“You’re ready for more? Or do you need another minute?”

Her gaze meets Rhett’s, heated and curious. “I’m good.”

“Then get on your knees.”

She’s about to get up, but he doesn’t really give her a chance. He grabs her, hauling her off the bed and onto the floor. When he forces her to her knees, she yelps in surprise, but when she looks up at him, excitement flashes in her eyes.

Oliver grabs a glass of water that’s on the dresser. He must’ve gotten it while Rhett and I were fucking Wren. Crouching in front of her, he presses the glass to her lips, and she takes a sip. I head into the bathroom, washing my hands, and when I come back out, Oliver is handing the half-empty water glass to Rhett.

“Do you want to know why I didn’t use waterproof mascara on you, princess?” Oliver asks, running his fingers down the bare skin of her arms.

“Because you didn’t have any?” she says, voice trembling.

“Oh, no, princess. It’s because Rhett loves making a mess of whoever he’s fucking. He’s going to have tears and makeup and drool streaming down your face by the time he’s done with you. And you’re going to love it.”

Her reaction is perfect. A hint of nervousness, mixed with the thrill of surrendering herself to another person.

Rhett steps in front of her. “If you need a break, open and close your hands. Elliot will watch you. How does that sound?”