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When we reached my bedroom, I picked up the contract from the dresser and skimmed it, noting that she was on birth control. I had already included a clean bill of health for me, Storm, and Titan, and she’d included hers, too … not that that shit would have stopped us from havin’ her.

Yet, the black box next to it caused me to pause. “What’s this?” I asked her, earning me a sheepish grin as she nibbled her bottom lip.

“Everything in it includes what I want you to do to me now that I signed the consent form.”

I clenched my jaw as I opened it, one item sticking out right away. An item she had no idea was so perfect for me.

I slammed the lid back on the box, and walked into my bathroom with her following behind me. “Take your clothes off and leave them on the tile.”

She raised a curious eyebrow, but did what I said, her beautiful breasts calling out to me, making me suck each nipple before she finished undressing, her pussy winking at me as she stood there. She even removed her head scarf even though I ain’t tell her to, but I’d let it slide this time.

When she was done, I undressed as well, letting her soak in my tattoos as I secured my locs into a better ponytail, then pushed the second door open in my bathroom that I was sure she thought was just a regular cabinet.

“Walk inside and stand in the middle of the room under the nine-foot triangular suspension frame,” I told her, her shaky gasp music to my ears as her bravado slipped when she observed the space.

“There is only one window in here.” I walked around the edge of the room, anxious to get to work.

“Mainly special mood and uplighting. I designed it that way on purpose. And there is nothing on the floor in here. That’s also done on purpose.

” Stepping back into her orbit, I inhaled her scent before going around the room and pressing three buttons that released three ropes from the ceiling.

My eyes stayed locked on hers, but she still held my gaze, waiting for me to tell her what to do like the good girl that she was.

I exhaled slowly, forcing my control back into place. “You’re silent now, but you want to push me, don’t you?” I murmured, trailing my fingers down her arm. “You want to know just how dark I can be.”

She shivered beneath my touch, and for the first time, I saw the moment she decided to fully surrender herself to me.

I moved back behind her, close enough to feel her warmth and the tension rolling off of her. She was trying to play brave by standing tall like I wasn’t about to completely unravel her.

“Have you ever experienced Shibari before?” I asked, reaching for the black rope first.

She shook her head. “No”

“But in the black box, you included a piece of rope.”

She visibly swallowed. “I did that because I’ve never been tied up before and I read that you like that in The Primal Fetish Paradox.”

“Hmm.” My smirk was devilish. “Let’s fix that now.

” I ran the black rope through my hands in preparation.

“Shibari is a form of Japanese rope bondage. But it ain’t just about tyin’ someone up.

There’s an art to it. Every knot, every wrap, and every pull is meant to control your body, your breathing, and your blood flow, turning pain into beauty. ”

I moved around her slowly, watching the way her pupils tracked my every movement.

“It’s not some cheap kink shit,” I said, brushing the rope across her bare shoulder, watching her skin pebble up beneath its touch. “This is about trust and discipline. You give me your body, and I’ll show you what it means to really let go.”

She didn’t answer, just looked up at the suspension frame and ropes in silent anticipation.

I grabbed her wrists, rough but controlled, and raised them above her head. “If you move without my permission, if you speak without being told to, or if you fight this rope, you will regret it. Understood?”

She nodded once, her lips parted.

“Nah,” I growled, stepping in close, gripping her chin. “You betta say that shit wit’ yo’ chest.”

“I understand,” she stated confidently.

A smirk filled my face. “Good girl.”

Her eyes narrowed at those two words that seemed to subdue her even more.

The next rope slid over her skin tight and precise, the crimson color lookin’ beautiful against her rich mahogany complexion.

I wrapped her arms, chest, and thighs, each pass of the cord a silent command that she was not in control anymore.

As I worked, I spoke low in her ear, keeping my tone predatorily calm.

“See, out there? You can run that slick little mouth all you want, testin’ me like you don’t know who the fuck I am.

But in here? This is my world, Ri. You breathe ’cause I allow it.

You come when I say it. And if you step outta line,” I pulled the third gray rope hard as a final lock in place, forcing her body up into the frame, “then I’ll make damn sho’ you feel every second of your punishment. ”

She gasped, suspended in the air and helpless, trembling and quiet. She’s in shock. And I loved that shit.

I stepped back, admiring my work. Her body hung perfect, tight and arched, every inch of her exposed and bound. Vulnerable, but never more beautiful.

“You ready to learn what it means to belong to a man like me?” I asked, all gravely and sinful.

She looked down at me as she hung there, wide-eyed, her mouth barely moving except to say, “Yes, I am.”

The smile that crossed my lips was slow, dark, and wicked as I gripped a part of the brown rope that loosened her, causing her to release a loud huff as it lowered her to the height that I needed her.

“Then let’s begin.” I gripped the rope on her left and right side. “Before, I fucked you with a condom, but now,” I impaled her with my dick, causing her to cry out, “I’m fuckin’ you raw.”

I didn’t give her a chance to wrap her pretty little head around what I was doin’ as I fucked her in hard and quick strokes, her position one that guaranteed I’d hit her G-spot with every stroke.

I was grunting and groaning, my eyes unable to stop observing how the welts on her body from the ropes made her even more beautiful than she already was. As suspected, I heard their footsteps in my space before I saw them, my body already aware that they were close to coming in minutes prior.

“Fuck,” Titan huffed. “Her ass looks so goddamn beautiful like that.”

I expected Titan to come into the scene quietly, but I should have known Santari would be the difference for us.

Storm flanked my left side, pulling back Santari’s leg so that he could get a closer look. “Her pussy looks delicious, too.”

Back to the Titan we knew and loved, he stood in the corner that gave him the best angle of Santari and crossed his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall.

But Storm stayed by my side, his hands runnin’ over any part of her exposed skin that he could touch.

When he began massaging her ass cheeks, Santari looked over her shoulder at him, then glanced to Titan, her pussy wetter by the second.

“Shit, fellas.” I slowed my movements just to keep her body from rockin’ so that Storm could get a betta view of her ass. “She’s even wetter with y’all in here. I think our good girl likes the thought of all three of us destroying everything she ever thought she knew about her body.”

“Oh yeah?” Storm asked, his finger playin’ with her asshole as he leaned down to her ear. “That’s good. Your pussy deserves to be worshiped.”

She moaned at his words, prompting me to ask him, “You think maybe we should show her that we ain’t afraid to devour some ass?”

Storm smirked and slapped her ass, causing Santari to gasp, then surprised her again when she felt his tongue enter her as he matched my strokes. I was an expert at rope bondage, so her body wasn’t hers right now. It was ours. She was restrained in the most enthralling way possible.

And by the sounds she made, she was experiencing more pleasure than she knew what to do with. Her ass was stimulated in a way it hadn’t been before. I was fuckin’ up her pussy, increasing my strokes again, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of Titan.

When Titan stepped closer, he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth before moving to her toe on the same side, her pussy clenching me as he did so.

He repeated the same with the other side, her sweet moans filling the space.

Then he bent down to eye level with her and ordered, “You don’t orgasm until Cruz gives you permission. ”

Santari nodded, her face strained because she was already so close. When she dropped her gaze to his pants, noticing her effect on him, she whimpered even more, looking between the three of us for mercy.

I didn’t give it to her.

At least not right away.

When I pulled out of her, with Storm and Titan backing away too, she groaned in frustration. But we weren’t done with her tonight. Her panting increased when she noticed Storm and Titan both removing their clothes.

“You wanna use your safe word for me?” I asked her.

“No.” Her answer was firm and direct, only for her to squeal right after when I adjusted the ropes and had her hanging face down with her ass in the air instead.

Not wasting a second, I slammed my dick back inside of her pussy, which pushed her forward into Storm’s dick that jumped to attention with her mouth so close.

He gripped her head and kept her from swinging, his eyes darkening when she opened her mouth, waiting to ease him inside.

“Shit,” he huffed as he began fucking her mouth in smooth strokes that pushed her back to me, the two of us getting into a good groove as she swung back and forth, her slick pussy sliding onto my dick when she went backwards, while her hungry mouth welcomed Storm.

I needed to bust this nut so bad, but not before Titan got involved, which ain’t take long.

He’d been eyeing her ass since he walked through the door, but Santari wasn’t ready when he leaned down to her face as she was full of Storm’s dick, sucked two of his own fingers into his mouth for her to watch, and then went back to her ass and dipped those same fingers into her hole.

She cried out loud and her ass clenched around Titan’s hand.

“Fuck, you look so goddamn delicious,” I told her. “Look at you taking one of us in your warm pussy and the other in your dirty mouth. Don’t worry, Titan will get that pretty ass right and finish what Storm started earlier when he was licking you.”

Even her moans were cracking with undeniable pleasure as we worked her at every angle.

“It burns,” she muttered, when Storm popped out of her mouth to adjust himself.

“You know what to say if you need us to stop.”

She thrashed her head back and forth. “I want the pain.”

Reaching beneath her, I cupped one of her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers to increase the delicious pain.

Only when I felt myself unable to hold back did I give her permission to release her orgasm, her entire body shaking as she did so.

Storm stayed glued to her face and Titan catalogued every jerk of her body, both of them continuing to observe her as I finally released my own pleasure, swinging into the ropes and shootin’ my shit straight into her pussy as I came harder than I ever had in my life.

Storm quickly followed, coating her throat with his cum as Titan angled his fingers in a way that made Ri squeeze us both tighter as he jerked himself off with his other hand until he was coming all over her side.

I ain’t even want to pull my dick outta her, but she passed out as she hung there lookin’ wrecked in the most beautiful fuckin’ way.

The ropes digging into her skin were a road map of everywhere I’d owned her, and every place she gave up the fight. Her head hung low, her lashes fanning across her flushed cheeks, with lips swollen from where she’d bitten down hard tryin’ not to scream.

Watching her limp body suspended made me want to fuck her again. She was like a twisted masterpiece. My fuckin’ artwork because I was the reason she was restrained like this, but our work of art because her body was covered in all of our cum.

I stood back, naked with sweat glistening off of my skin as me and the fellas admired what we’d done to her.

“She’s a vision.” Titan’s deep voice broke the silence when he stepped forward.

“Absolute perfection,” Storm furthered, standing on my other side. “She ain’t tap once.”

Nope. She didn’t tap. I didn’t answer yet. Couldn’t speak past all the emotion clogging my throat. And because of that, I couldn’t stop watching her as I brushed my knuckles over her cheek while her hair fell around her face, sticking to her skin.

“She survived you with all this,” Storm stated, respect in his voice as he waved his hand around the room.

“Most don’t,” Titan added.

I nodded, thinking about the women who couldn’t handle being fucked suspended in the air and bound tightly with ropes. But Ri? She was in a league all her own.

When I was finally able to speak, I said, “Look at her beautiful body all bruised, bound, and safe. She did more than survive. She trusted me.”

And that meant more to me than she could ever realize. I ain’t have to explain it to Titan and Storm. They understood the importance of that shit.

“I bought Ri into my own personal hell,” I voiced.

But instead of running, she looked the devil in the eyes and said, “If hell is where you are, then that’s where I want to burn.”

I hadn’t even known that she’d voiced those words out loud and had been slipping in and out of consciousness until her beautiful eyes fluttered open when she spoke, only to close and succumb to the darkness seconds later.