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Savannah

My body tingled in awareness.

Between Master Luka’s kiss and the fingers massaging my backside, I’d lost myself to the bliss of the moment. Everything inside me burned . I craved more. I needed to feel these men take me, dominate me, complete me.

Master Luka had returned to his chair, this time his presence a dark energy I felt caressing my senses.

“You screamed without permission.”

I shivered, those words replaying through my mind.

He’d watched everything. I should have known he was here, protecting me. Master Luka never left me alone. Ever.

But he also never allowed another Dominant to lead, either.

Yet Master Declan had taken control again, his deep voice telling Master Ian where to go on the bed. Hands landed on my hips, positioning me exactly where the men wanted—on Master Ian’s lap. His pants were still unfastened, his cock proud and ready for me. I settled on top of him, my folds gliding along his shaft as his thick head pressed into my clit.

“She’s so fucking wet,” he groaned.

Master Declan grunted at my back, his fingers brushing my calves on his way down to my ankles, where he deftly unbuckled my stilettos. Goose bumps pebbled down my arms as he slipped them off my feet, tossing them to the floor, leaving me in just the lace mask. His lips met my shoulder, then my neck, drawing up to my ear. “Put Ian’s cock in your sweet cunt, pet. And ride him for me.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue, his hot words undoing something inside me.

He was the epitome of alpha.

So much like my Master Luka, yet new . Different. Darker.

I lifted upward and reached between myself and Master Ian, my fingers barely wrapping around the base of him. I hadn’t really appreciated his size before when he’d fucked my mouth, the challenge of showing him what I could do derailing my focus. But I noticed now. Especially as I lined his head up with my entrance and began to push him inside.

Oh, he’s big, I thought, feeling him stretch me so deliciously that I nearly came again just from the size of him.

Master Declan’s groin brushed my ass as I seated myself completely on Master Ian, my inner walls clenching him greedily.

He’s not wearing protection , I thought, then pushed it out of my mind. Master Luka would have intervened by now if he wanted to require it. I was on birth control, and I knew he trusted these two men if he allowed them inside our inner sanctuary.

I lifted up, then back down, getting a feel for the fullness inside me. Each movement caused Master Declan to press into me, his hardness a brand against my backside even through the barrier of his pants. He’d lost his shirt, causing heat to radiate from his chest to my back, but he mostly held himself at bay with just his fingertips brushing my ankles.

So much control, I marveled, longing for him to touch me more. But I knew what I had to do to entice him.

He wanted me to ride Master Ian.

I shifted forward, moaning as my stomach twisted in delicious agony. Then I shuddered on my way back, Master Declan’s zipper biting into my ass in a stern reminder of what was coming.

My hips flexed again, and again, but still he didn’t act or move, his presence a darkness behind me that he wielded like a sensual weapon. He was allowing me to feel him without experiencing him. A tease of sorts, one meant to spur me onward.

And it did.

Oh, how it did.

“Fuck, she’s good,” Master Ian said, slamming up into me on my next thrust, his unexpected action causing me to flinch in pain-induced pleasure. Then he grabbed my hips and held me there, forcing me to experience every inch, all the way inside, so deep I swore I could almost taste him.

And truly, I did.

His cum still coated my mouth, his earlier orgasm a flavor on my tongue.

“So damn good,” Master Ian echoed on a sigh, his fingers clutching me in a savage grip. It would leave marks for me to admire later. I nearly groaned at that thought.

“You ready for me to join you?” Master Declan asked, the scruff dotting his chin scraping my neck as he moved his mouth to my shoulder once more. This time I felt his teeth against my skin, his kiss a bruising reminder of his strength.

“Fuck yes,” Master Ian replied.

My skin prickled as Master Declan shifted, his knuckles brushing my spine in a hypnotic caress all the way down to the forbidden crease below.

I swallowed, wondering if he would be able to fit. While I couldn’t see him, I could feel him behind his slacks. He was at least as big as the cock inside me now, which… I wasn’t sure Master Ian had prepared me enough to take that .

The sound of a zipper ratcheted up my nerves. Such a subtle noise, one that seemed to riot around me like the beginning of a storm.

Would he rip into me? Or would he go slow?

I suspected the former but preferred the latter.

Yet this wasn’t about me.

It was about him. Them . I was just a toy to be used, to be fucked however they liked while my Master watched.

“Put your arms behind your back and grab your elbows,” Master Declan demanded.

I did as he required, my forearms creating a solid line against the middle of my back. Silk touched my skin, the fabric wrapping around my arms to form a knot at the center of my spine.

His tie , I realized. He must have picked it up from the ground.

“It’s like you just crafted a gift before my eyes,” Master Ian murmured, his focus on my chest. He released my hips to grasp my breasts greedily with his palms, giving them a squeeze as he thrust upward into me again.

I moaned in reply, arching into his touch.

Master Declan pulled on the binding behind me, ensuring I was secure, then his hands fell to my ass to spread my cheeks for him. “You sure she’s prepared?”

“Yes,” Master Ian said, his forefinger and thumb twisting one of my nipples in a harsh pinch that made me gasp in response. Too much , I wanted to say but knew better than to intervene.

“Looks like it’ll be a tight fit,” Master Declan said, his arousal prodding my back hole and confirming his statement. I nearly flinched, his head far too large for me to take.

This is going to hurt.

“That’s the way you like it,” Master Ian drawled back to him. “Now quit stalling and get in here.”

Master Declan chuckled against my back, his grip shifting to my hips. “All right.” He thrust forward, causing me to cry out both from the shock of his intrusion and the force with which he moved.

My insides rebelled, my ass clenching down around him in a furious fist, forcing him to growl in my ear. “Relax.”

The air stalled in my lungs, my body unable to comply.

It was too much.

It hurt too much .

They were too big. I was too full. This wasn’t going to work. They were going to rip me in half!

“Calm down,” a deep voice said against my ear. “Breathe, Savannah.”

I trembled, tears rolling down my cheeks. Only then did I realize I’d screamed, the agony shredding through me and causing me to react without thought.

But the hands on me now were gentler.

Master Declan’s palm was against my abdomen, his opposite hand a brand on my hip.

Master Ian’s fingers were stroking my breasts, coaxing my nipples into hard peaks that begged for his attention.

And Master Luka stood at the edge of the bed, his presence a blanket of security for my senses, telling me without touching me that he was here, that he would intervene if needed.

“Play with her clit,” he said, taking control once more.

Master Declan’s palm shifted downward, his thumb stroking the pleasurable part of me that I could never deny.

I’d already come once, but my body was primed and ready for another orgasm, even with the fullness inside me below.

“That’s it,” Master Luka murmured. “Give in to their touch, Savannah. Let them fuck you.”

I shuddered, his voice oozing sensuality and promise. I nearly reached for him, wanting to pull him onto the bed to join us, but Master Declan gave a prodding movement against my backside that distracted me from following through with the notion.

He’d surged into me, his cock seated fully in my ass, stirring a burning sensation inside me—one that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

Pain was an addiction.

An aphrodisiac.

A requirement.

Without it, I couldn’t fly. Not really.

I leaned back into him, my arms brushing his bare torso. I arched so far that my head met his shoulder. His thighs bracketed mine, causing us both to straddle Master Ian and firmly sandwiching my bottom half between them.

It was heaven.

Hot.

Arousing .

I gave a tentative wiggle of my hips, testing the fullness of their cocks inside me, and groaned at the sensations that small shift elicited. That, coupled with the thumb against my clit, and my world began to blossom in shades of brilliant colors.

This was the plane I craved. The one where thought and logic seemed irrelevant and all that mattered were the reactions of my body and spirit.

Mmm, yes.

My happy place.

My oblivion.

“There she is, my little vixen,” Master Luka murmured. “She’s ready now.”

Lips brushed my temple. They might have been his, or maybe it was Master Declan behind me. His thumb continued to circle my sweet button, his cock beginning to move in and out of my backside, while Master Ian thrust upward to hit that spot deep inside my damp center.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Master Declan groaned, his lips ghosting across my neck. His pace began to pick up, the palm against my hip squeezing as he thrust deep into my back channel.

It shot agony up my spine yet stirred the mounting pressure inside my lower belly.

A strange combination, one I’d grown to accept and adore.

It twisted something deep within me, called to my darker half, pulling my emotions and pleasure to the surface. Adrenaline poured through my veins in response, my body preparing for the cataclysmic reaction to having both men pounding into my body in sequence.

They’d given in to the moment now, their paces intense and consuming as they took me with abandon, no longer concerned with my initial reaction and completely focused on the end result.

My heart raced against my ribs, my breathing a chaotic mess of groans and sighs and cries of “More.”

Master Declan growled into my ear, whispering all sorts of dirty things to me.

He called me the perfect slave.

Told me he couldn’t wait to fuck my cunt next.

Informed me he was going to pump his seed so far up my ass that I’d be feeling him for a week.

Each statement sent me higher, my brain fracturing beneath the desire burning through me. I couldn’t remember how to move, my body so possessed by the men in this room that it no longer felt like it was mine.

Master Ian shouted obscenities, telling Master Declan to fuck me harder, to make me scream. But I was already crying, my voice hoarse from the onslaught of their fucking.

They were brutal.

Savage.

The best kind of monsters.

And all the while, I felt my Master’s gaze on me, his hunger a dark yearning in the air that forced me over the edge into a stunning climax that stole my vision.

I truly screamed then, my walls clenching down around both men and forcing them into the blissful world with me.

Warmth flooded my insides.

Their semen a brand I would never be free from.

They owned me now.

Just as Master Luka did.

At least until he reclaimed me as his own.

The growls and groans in the air mingled with my frantic inhales, my body broken between both men. They were so big, so powerful, so strong .

I felt weak.

Destroyed.

Utterly fulfilled.

I collapsed against Master Ian, my arms still tied behind my back, unable to move.

Master Declan removed his touch from my sex, bringing his thumb to my mouth. He didn’t even need to say what he wanted. I parted my lips for him, tasting myself on his skin. Then he drew the damp digit down my neck to my spine, where he slowly untied my arms, freeing me once more.

Except I wasn’t free at all.

They were both still lodged deep within me, pinning me between them.

Declan leaned over me, firmly trapping me between two walls of masculine heat. “You’re amazing, Savannah,” he breathed against my ear, making my stomach flip at the praise. “Fucking amazing.”

I smiled a little, wanting to tell him the same, but my consciousness began to fracture, my mind having taken too much, and dots painted my vision.

I’m crashing , I realized, sighing dreamily. Yes, yes.

I welcomed the darkness.

Allowed it to take me under.

Knowing the men would be waiting for me when I woke because we were nowhere near done.