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CHAPTER 22 - ASTRA

“G o on, go train.” I patted Knoxe on the chest. His shoulders hadn’t stopped twitching during our entire stroll out in the yard for some sunlight and fresh air after days spent lounging inside.

None of my men left my side the past two forty-eight-hours to complete their usual gym routine. They didn’t have to babysit me twenty-four-seven.

He curled his fingers harder over mine. “No, I’m staying with you.”

“So am I.” Pascal slid up behind me to keep my back warm.

“Make that three.” Tor closed me in on the left in his wheelchair.

The space opposite him felt cold without Raze to lock my quadrant of men. I didn’t let my mind drift to any more of those dark, lonely thoughts. I held tight to the belief we’d be reunited soon.

“I can tell you’re getting twitchy without a workout,” I said to them. “Go do some chin-ups or something while I fangirl over your arms.” An exercise I could one hundred percent get behind.

Knoxe squeezed my ass and cracked a gorgeous smile. “A typical response from you, Miss Romance Queen.”

Tor spanked me on the opposite cheek. “Objectify me all you want, Supergal. I enjoy it.”

Yeah, he did. Show off.

“I’m with Tor on that one.” Pascal surprised me with a flash of his bicep in the air, and my heart skipped to a faster beat that my shy man came out of his shell more each day, and I loved his shining confidence.

We arrived at the outdoor fitness equipment, and Knoxe stretched his body and removed his shirt before commencing his set. The flex of his delicious muscles mesmerized me for a few seconds before I realized I had to scout for danger while my men expelled restless energy. It paid to be wary of gang members sneaking up on us for a surprise ambush. Most of those assholes escaped, and we didn’t have to worry about our personal safety as much, but it didn’t hurt to be cautious.

Pascal came up beside me, sliding his arm over my shoulder, keeping guard with me, when he and Raze used to scout for Knoxe, me, and Tor while we exercised and swapped spots and vice versa.

Tor freed himself from his shirt to avoid sweating in his uniform and completed his upper body stretches. All warmed up, he positioned himself at the lower bar the prison installed for him to perform upper body strengthening exercises.

“Give me a boost, Supergal.” He gave me an equally impressive view of his sexy body.

“You don’t need one.” I slapped his behind as he elevated himself from his chair and completed one chin-up.

“No, but I want your hands on me to make Knoxe jealous.” I gave him a harder crack for that.

Knoxe grunted and lifted himself into the air. “I’ve got better arms, and she’ll watch me for the whole spot.”

“Touché!” Tor chuckled.

“I’ve got the best ass.” Pascal wiggled his hips from side to side.

I laughed, groping his behind and humming. “He’s right, you know.”

“Don’t forget us,” Tor reminded. “Our asses will get cold if you spend the whole set with P-Man.”

“I have something special planned for you, Superguy.” I gave his behind a generous squeeze on the way up and another when he lowered.

Tor’s eyes sparkled. “Bring it on, Supergal.”

Knoxe made Tor quit at one and half sets to give his back a rest since his muscles needed to rebuild strength. Tor swapped out with Pascal, and when he finished his set, he and Knoxe got down on the fake grass for push-ups. To give Knoxe an extra challenge, I sat on his back, enjoying the feeling of his flexing body beneath me.

“How’s that for a workout?” I patted his butt.

“You know how to torture a guy,” Knoxe grunted.

I repeated the seat technique for Pascal, but he wriggled after ten reps, not enjoying it, and I got off.

Knoxe helped lift Tor off his chair and onto the lat press machine, where his torso shuddered, straining to do what he used to do with ease.

I crouched at Tor’s feet, holding onto his legs. “Don’t overdo it.” I repeated Knoxe’s warning.

“I won’t push myself too hard, Dr. Supergal,” he grunted.

I squeezed his leg. “Good.”

Weights slammed as Tor abandoned them to draw me in for the sweetest kiss. “Speaking of doctors.” His palms skimmed along my sides and the familiar heat between us ignited. “We haven’t played doctors and nurse in a while.” His hand disappeared under my prison shirt to palm the skin of my belly. “Want to get all bossy doctor and order me around?”

My Superguy liked it sometimes when we role-played, and I was the dominant Superhero or fantasy creature and took charge in the bedroom. And the answer was yes, I volunteered as tribute.

Last night, my men let me decide when and if I was ready to proceed with more than kisses and loving caresses. I felt out of sorts, struggling to adjust to the environment, despite it being familiar. My worry for Raze eclipsed that anxiety when I stayed with him.

Tor’s suggestion erased any doubt and got me hot all over, and I lifted off my shins and straddled his lap, longing to be with my men.

“You forgot a very specific exercise, nurse.” I smiled and pushed his hand lower, hitting the elastic on my pants. “It’s called lubrication of the instrument. It’s a very delicate operation .”

Tor plucked the strings of my pants, sliding his hand inside, fingering the elastic of my panties. “Show me how to insert the instrument, Dr. Nomical.”

“Go lower and locate the spot of insertion.” I arched my back, sticking my boobs and hips out.

Tor played along, inching his hand underneath the waistband and finding my burning, wet folds, caressing them slowly and softly. “Like this, Doctor?”

Oh, he was good at this game.

“You’re getting close,” I breathed, smiling at Tor.

“I’m not sure I have the right spot.” He toyed with me. “You might need to show me, so I get my technique right, Doctor.”

I moved his hand to the spot begging for his attention. “Feel that little indentation of flesh? Aim for that first to improve lubrication prior to insertion.”

Tor glanced over at Knoxe, who abandoned his set and palmed the tent in his pants. “Knoxe, do you know the instrument Dr. Nomical is talking about?”

Knoxe dropped to his knees and crawled over the grass like a fierce, sexy devil come to tempt me to sin. “Train me too, Dr. Nomical. I want to be familiar with the procedure.”

I loved that they let me take charge.

Pascal kept going to complete his set, unable to stop, his eyes glued to the action unfolding, his cock thickening, his muscles straining, the war waging behind his emerald gaze. Give him another minute, and he’d fold, just like Knoxe. My body needed him with us, participating, the four of us one.

Knoxe came to rest in front of Tor’s legs, pressing his hard, hot body to mine. “I think she means squeeze these for more lubrication.” His hand slid under my shirt and palmed my breasts.

Oh, yeah, that upped the slickness pooling in my panties.

“A little more pressure and no fabric separating us,” I commanded him, loving it when they played these games and dragged out my arousal and got me so hot and dripping for them.

“Have I found the instrument, doctor?” Knoxe unbuttoned my prison shirt, pulling it down one shoulder and kissing it.

“Yes!” I rocked over Tor’s lap and hand.

“Dr. Nomical’s legs are tight. They’ll need stretching and caressing to milk her.” Tor nudged my thighs a little wider over his lap.

Pascal pushed off from the shoulder press and came to rest beside Knoxe, massaging my ass. “What does the instrument feel like? This one I’m playing with makes her hot and breathless.”

Excellent question. “Hot, slick, and wet. It’s a slight indentation between my legs. You need to stroke it and simultaneously insert your finger or cock.”

Tor’s finger toyed with my clit, lightly brushing my folds, driving me crazy with anticipation. Pascal came from the opposite side of my pants, inserting two fingers into my pussy and pumping me.

“Oh, fuck.” I rocked on my man’s lap.

Their fingers dug into me with greedy hunger, telling me they were just as charged up as me.

Knoxe grabbed my hair and tugged. “That’s not very professional, Dr. Nomical.” He kneaded my beast harder, and I moaned.

“Give me the instrument,” I ordered Tor.

Tor hummed his approval, and I reached between us to spring his cock from his pants. “Show me were to insert it, Doctor.”

“Wait, Doctor. You can’t perform surgery like that.” Pascal picked me up and set my feet on the ground, tugging my pants down my hips all the way to my feet, and shaking them off, along with my slip-on prison shoes.

“Ah, yes. I forgot about that.” I checked over my shoulder and smiled at him. “Thank you, nurse.”

He leaned down and captured my lips in a hungry kiss that spelled he was just as ready as Tor to play our game.

“You’ve got too much weighing you down, Doctor. Let me help you with that.” Knoxe dragged my bra cup down and exposed my hard, aching nipple, thumbing it.

Tor nipped along my neck, lowered his fingers to where Pascal caressed me, swiping my wetness and sucking it off. “I think there’s sufficient lubrication for insertion.”

I straddled Tor’s lap once more and lined his cock up with my entrance, rocking over his head, wetting him.

“What about a condom?” Tor panted.

“Not this time.” I let Raze fuck me without one and wanted to feel all of them skin to skin.

“Fuuuccck, Supergal.”

“Prepare for insertion.” I lowered myself over him and he groaned, his eyelids fluttering.

Tor paused on my clit, and I whimpered for him to keep going. “What am I aiming to do with this instrument, Doctor?”

“Insert it in and out, like this.” I rode his lap, doing the work for him, holding onto his shoulders.

“It goes in so deep.” Tor clasped the back of my neck and brought me up to meet his mouth for a sweet flick of tongues.

His fingers curled over my hips and guided my movement, while Pascal assumed control of my clit, circling it from behind, and Knoxe didn’t let up on my breasts, popping the other out of my bra cup and brushing it with his callused thumbs.

Oh, God. This was so incredibly sexy. I loved it when my men banded together to pleasure me like this and treat me like their queen.

Pascal’s fingers bordered on hungry and he picked up his pace, driving me dangerously close to release.

Knoxe’s finger fisted my hair and tugged my head back. “Insert the instrument faster, the patient’s blood pressure is dropping.” His mouth sucked its way along my throat.

Wow. He was really good at this. Better than I expected when this was mine and Tor’s game.

I speeded up on Tor’s cock, bouncing like I was in a rodeo. Our tongues twisted from gentle to rough, clashing in heat and desperation.

“The patient is flatlining, Doctor.” Pascal rocked me through my first orgasm, Tor’s cock my second, and I braced myself on his shoulder for his cock to shoot me to a third.

I barely caught my breath before my men switched places, and Knoxe jerked my hips back and slammed his cock into me from behind.

“We’ve stabilized the patient, Doctor,” he growled into my neck.

I reached back and tugged his hair the way he liked it. “Chip away at the obstruction causing low blood pressure.”

I could barely come up with words for our game as Knoxe drove me to oblivion, and Pascal’s musical finger tore more orgasms from me.

“Shock her heart,” Tor ordered, assuming control of my breasts, heightening my pleasure.

The shuffle of bodies behind me signaled Pascal assumed control, his cock brushed against my entrance from behind, and I groaned.

“Please save me,” I croaked, my throat dry from moaning.

“We’ve got you, Doctor.” Knoxe took over my clit and Tor my neck.

Before long, I was seeing stars, too many to count, and my body quaked under the intensity of my climax.

Pascal’s soft kisses on my shoulder told me it was over. “I love making music with you, Songbird.”

I reached back to stroke the back of his neck. “Love you,” was all I could get out when I needed air.

My men tucked themselves into their pants.

Someone lifted me off Tor’s lap.

“I think the doctor needs rest after that big operation.” Knoxe, holding my limp body upright, Pascal dressing me.

Knoxe carried me bridal style away from the outdoor workout equipment and kissed my forehead.

Pascal walked alongside Tor’s wheelchair, and the three of them took me to my cell, laid me down, caressing me everywhere for a solid few minutes, and then the operation was back on again.