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Savannah

This was all so new.

So different.

Master Luka adored changing the parameters, but I didn’t know how to handle these new rules.

I felt worshiped.

Adored.

Taken care of.

Which was usually reserved only for my Master, yet I didn’t sense him here at all. Did he lurk in the dark? Was he sitting in his favorite chair watching as his two friends petted his prized possession?

I knew better than to be lulled into a false state of comfort.

This treatment would end.

They would grow rougher. More passionate. More demanding .

Master Declan’s tongue met the crease of my ass, causing me to jolt out of my thoughts. He followed the lick with a bite to my cheek, one that stung and would definitely leave a mark.

“I want to watch her suck you off,” he said in a low, sensual voice.

Where’s Luka? I wondered, confused by the change of pace, but Master Declan was already moving me up onto the bed. He had a hold on my hips, guiding me to where he wanted, forcing me to crawl forward as Master Ian shifted backward toward the headboard. His hands went to his belt, the leather snicking sensually through the loops as he removed the barrier. Then he popped open the button on his charcoal slacks, followed by the zipper.

I swallowed at the sight of his impressive length, his lack of undergarments freeing him to my gaze instantly.

The man was flawless, just like the body I suspected he hid behind the clothes.

Perfectly portioned, thick, and hard. My favorite combination.

Master Declan nudged me forward. “Go to him,” he told me. “Show us what you can do with that pretty mouth of yours.”

A challenge. One I refused to fail.

I placed my palms on Master Ian’s strong thighs, then met his gaze as I lowered my mouth to his jutting erection. His lips quirked up at the sides. “That’s hot, princess. Keep looking at me while you choke on my cock. I want to be able to see you cry.”

My throat threatened to tighten, but I forced myself to relax.

I could take him, even if he forced himself all the way inside.

I held his gaze and demonstrated what I could do, swallowing him as deep as my body allowed. A curse left his full lips, causing my heart to flutter in response. Then his fingers wove through my hair once more as he pumped himself even deeper, cutting off my ability to breathe.

His devious blue eyes held mine, a sinister note sparking in their depths that concerned me. How long would he keep me like this? Incapacitated? Unable to breathe?

I fought the urge to quiver, my heart racing in my chest as my lungs began to burn.

Master Luka wouldn’t allow him to truly hurt me, would he? No , my heart supplied. He would never hurt me .

But what if he’d stepped out? I hadn’t heard him since I crawled into my room. Had he allowed his friends to lead me in here alone? Was that why Master Declan commanded the show?

I didn’t know him.

I didn’t trust him.

Nor did I trust the male holding me down on his cock.

My vision began to blur, an odd, watery mix of black spots and the smiling devil before me. Then a dark voice whispered, “Impressive,” against my ear, and suddenly I could breathe again. My nostrils flared with the need to inhale, but Master Ian didn’t allow me a full breath before he shoved me back down, his blue eyes still on mine.

Heat bathed my back as Master Declan allowed me to feel his presence. He’d been the one to whisper into my ear, his arousal prominent through his pants as he pressed himself against my ass.

I shuddered, not ready for him. Not ready for anything.

Master Ian had unnerved me with his breath play. My throat rioted against his intrusion, my lungs demanding more air. But he only allowed me small gasps as he kept his thrusts deep, his method sadistic.

Then a hand snuck between my thighs, the coldness of a watch pressing against my shaved mound as two fingers were thrust up into me. I bucked back against Master Declan, shocked by his penetration and confused by the spiral of heat percolating inside me.

“That was a fun noise,” Master Ian murmured. “Make her do it again.”

I hadn’t even realized I’d made a sound until the fingers inside me began to scissor, causing me to groan against the shaft lodged in my throat.

Oh God…

Master Declan was massaging a spot I adored, one Master Luka exploited regularly, and it was drawing me closer to the edge than anything else he could have done.

As if I’d spoken out loud, the fingers disappeared, making me groan for an entirely different reason. “So needy,” Master Declan said against my ear, nipping my neck before moving away from me entirely.

It left me focused on Master Ian and his increasing pace. He hadn’t stopped watching my face, his sadism clearer now more than ever as he smiled at the tears tracking down my cheeks. I couldn’t help it. His pumps into my mouth were so intense I felt as if I truly were choking on him, just like he’d said.

Stealing a quick inhale, I hollowed my cheeks, deciding to pay him back a little for his harsh treatment. He cursed in response, his grip tightening. “Fuck, do that again.”

I did, giving him my best, and felt a glimmer of pride when his eyes rolled back in his head.

He thought to best me.

But in this position, I was queen. I held all the power. He could choke me all he wanted, yet it was my mouth he would concede to at the end of this. I took him deep once more, swallowing the head of his cock and playing my tongue across his tender skin.

He erupted in the next breath, his growl of approval vibrating every nerve in my body.

Because I did that.

I made him lose control.

He seemed both angered and pleased, his grasp turning to cement in my hair as I swallowed every drop he released into my mouth. “ Fuck ,” he exhaled, his hips arching upward to force him all the way down before he slowly eased back.

My throat ached from the treatment, my chest protesting from the lack of oxygen. I couldn’t help the gasp of relief as he pulled out of my mouth, my heart spasming in a chaotic beat.

Please not yet, I thought as I felt Master Declan behind me again. Please give me a second to recover .

Master Ian cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing a fresh tear from my eye as he pulled me up to straddle his lap. His spent cock rested against my slick folds, stirring a spark of longing in my womb.

I’m not ready , I told myself. Not yet.

As if he heard me, he guided me into him for a lazy kiss that confused my senses. It felt as if he were thanking me with his tongue, and it stole all the air from my lungs once more.

Who is this mercurial man?

“You were marvelous,” he praised me softly.

“Yes,” Master Declan agreed, his lips brushing against my shoulder. “I think she deserves a reward.”

“Hmm, it’s like you read my mind,” Master Ian said against my mouth. Then he kissed me again, his palm slipping from my cheek to my throat, where he gently ran his thumb up the column of my neck. “Are you doing the honors, or am I?” He held my gaze while he asked, but I knew his question wasn’t meant for me.

“It’s my turn to play,” Master Declan replied, moving on the bed to lie beside Master Ian. “Straddle my face, beautiful. I want to taste you.”