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It wasn’t enough to bring me any pleasure, but it sent the chain between the clamps swinging.

My hands immediately flew up to steady it, but I stopped when he snapped a harsh “Don’t.

” Biting my lip, I lowered my hands and tried to suppress a sob.

Each swing felt like it was going to pull the clamps from my skin.

It didn’t, rather they bit in harder, holding on like they were trying to hurt me more.

I looked back at the screen to distract myself.

The angle of the camera meant I could see Havoc’s face, but not Milo’s.

The two were identical, but there were ways to tell them apart, other than their different tattoos.

Havoc gazed at me with a softness that made me think I was remembering things wrong.

But no, it had been him fucking my mouth.

I could still remember the cold steel pierced through his cock as it rubbed against my lips and tongue.

And the absolutely filthy things he’d said to me, and the way it had made my blood heat.

No one had ever spoken to me like that. No one would have dared.

The more I watched, the more I became hypnotized by our rhythm. The back and forth, slowly speeding up. Thrusts guided by Milo, setting the pace with his grip on my hips, his lean muscles of his back flexing and moving. There were so many little details to see.

I couldn’t hear Renzo’s pen scratching on the paper anymore, all my attention was fixed on the screen.

On watching and remembering, then comparing the two.

It was like I could feel the heat of their bodies surrounding me.

The way Havoc had slid his fingers around my halo to hold my head in place as he slid his cock into my mouth a little further each time, but never enough to make me gag.

I knew he could have gone deeper, but I was glad he hadn’t.

It was the first time I’d ever done anything like that, and it had been scary, but also oddly enjoyable.

The way it had felt, the heat of it, had felt dirty and powerful.

He made me feel dirty and powerful.

The ache in my nipples had faded to a dull throbbing.

The chain still swung and tugged, but it felt like it was timed with my heartbeat.

Like it was synched to me now. I hadn’t realized I was moving my hips until Renzo dug his fingers into them.

“Enjoying yourself, little tesoro? Punishment isn’t so bad, now is it?

” His voice was dark and amused, but also low and breathy.

He hadn’t stopped me moving. In fact, he was encouraging it and rocking my hips more.

Bringing them up before he pulled me back down, using our motions to sheath himself in me completely.

My toes curled against the carpet as my eyes focused on the screen.

The video was reaching its end. Milo was tense, his hips rapidly snapping against my ass. I could see the tension in Havoc’s hands as he held my head steady, making sure Milo didn’t push me forward too much. He was controlling, but caring. I hadn’t noticed it at the time, but I could see it now.

My world tilted as Renzo stood and pushed me forward, not pulling out an inch as he bent me over the table.

I hissed in pain as the movement drove my aching nipples against the wood, but then I stopped caring.

One of his hands still gripped my hips, but the other grabbed the back of my halo, pulling my head back.

He forced me to look at the screen, and he started thrusting into me, his pace matching Milo’s.

“See that, little tesoro? The way you drive them to madness? They can’t help but chase their pleasure, and chase yours, too.

See the way you look between them? Perfect.

My perfect, beautiful wife.” He tugged harder on my halo, pulling my chest up off the table, even as he drove my hips against it harshly.

His grip didn’t hurt. It was hard to describe; my halo wasn’t actually attached to my body, but was a part of it.

It moved with my head, and my head moved with it.

I could feel the grip of his hand, feel the way it tightened as his breaths got heavier.

On the screen, Milo was leaning over my back, whispering things to me.

They had been sweet little affirmations.

Telling me how good I was, how sweet, how well I was taking him.

How good it finally felt to be inside me.

It had all been a whirlwind, but I could remember it now, as if I was hearing his voice again in my ear.

My toes dug into the carpet, and my hands gripped the edge of the desk as I tried to find some way to balance, to keep from being pushed forward.

As if Renzo hadn’t thrown my entire life off balance.

I wasn’t sure where my orgasm came from; it was like getting hit by a truck.

The throbbing of my nipples, the full feeling in my ass, the pounding heat of my husband inside me, all of it joined in a moment of sheer bliss.

A sound spilled out of me, not cry or scream, but pure exaltation.

A sound of primal pleasure. One echoed by the litany of Italian swearing from behind me as Renzo thrust in deeply and then held himself still.

He didn’t let go of my halo, forcing me to watch on the screen as the twins and I all collapsed onto the bed in a messy, exhausted heap of pleasure.

The panting on the screen was soon joined by Renzo and my breathless gasps.

His hand let go of my halo and stroked down my back as I slumped forward onto the desk, my forehead pressing into the cold wood.

That had been more powerful than anything I had felt in my life.

More intense than being pressed between the twins.

More even than when Renzo took my virginity.

There had been so many sensations all at once.

Pain and pleasure melded in a way I hadn’t known was possible.

When Renzo tugged me gently backward, it was on to his thigh this time. I wanted to squirm, feeling our fluids dripping from me, but a smack to my thigh made me still.

“This is going to hurt a little, tesoro.”

My brow furrowed in confusion, unsure what he was talking about, then he released the first clamp.

There was a moment where the ache eased, before the pain became sharper as blood flowed back into my abused flesh.

I hissed in pain, but he held me firmly in place as his fingers rubbed and soothed.

It didn’t completely ease the pain, but it helped settle it into an ache that was entirely different, but not unpleasant.

He repeated the same on the other side, holding me through it, while whispering that I was a good girl to have taken my punishment so well. He soothed both my ego and my body.

I finally felt like myself again when his fingers gripped my chin and pulled me into a soft, claiming kiss. He kept me locked in it until I felt like I was drowning, and not sure if I would ever see the surface again. I was left blinking when he finally pulled back.

“I think that’s enough for today, little tesoro. Have a shower, and we’ll have some dinner, then you can relax this evening. Maybe you can take a long, luxurious bath.”

A bath sounded like heaven and so did dinner. I felt like I was floating as I left his office behind, walking on cloud nine.