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“Look at you, little tesoro. Sitting on your throne like a queen. We will have to make sure we take your special chair home for you, won’t we?” My cheeks burned brighter at the thought of sitting on this chair every day. Spending my meals filled so completely.

“You still haven’t told me what the game is.

” My voice was soft, eyes still focused on Havoc, who was panting in a way that was all too familiar.

It was exciting seeing that look on someone else, and it had me clenching my thighs together.

I squirmed as the toy shifted inside of me, and that made all the sensations more intense.

“So eager to play, tesoro. Wonderful. We are going to have a little contest. If you can make yourself come before Havoc makes me come, then you win, and you can choose which of the three of us you spend the afternoon with. If Havoc wins, then he gets you all to himself for the day.” He punctuated his words with another hard thrust into Havoc, the grunt that echoed sending a shiver down my spine.

My thoughts were whirling as I considered the game.

How on earth was I supposed to win? I wasn’t sure how long Renzo and Havoc had been at it this morning, but given the way Havoc was grinding back against Renzo, it had been a good while.

I knew firsthand Renzo had a lot of stamina, but it was when I was sitting in his lap, not moving or kneeling, or while I held him in my mouth.

Then there was a greater question. Did I want to win?

I had spent time with Milo and Renzo alone, but so far, all my time with Havoc had been with one or both of them.

I had to admit I was curious about what time alone with him would be like.

Would he be as rough and crass when it was only the two of us, or would he show me a softer side he couldn’t show the others?

Regardless of whether I wanted to win, I needed to hurry if I was going to catch up to Renzo and Havoc. I needed to move; my fingers dug into the table as I lifted my hips.

Milo was still behind me, and his hands rested on my shoulders now, instead of my waist. “Careful, ragazza dolce, you don’t want to rise too far, or you will come off the toy.” His voice encouraged, like he was coaching me through another one of his lessons.

I had learned that listening to him was a good idea, so I stopped, letting myself fall back down onto the seat.

A gasp tumbled from my lips and my eyes went wide as I was suddenly full again.

Letting myself simply fall had possibly not been my best idea, although I had to admit it felt good.

It reminded me of the way Havoc liked to thrust into me, sharp motions that drove deep.

He smirked at me, like he knew what I was thinking.

“The little fucktoy likes that, doesn’t she?” His voice was strained with effort, but it wasn’t enough to hide the amusement. “Let me see it. Fuck yourself hard for me. Think about me fucking you when I get my hands on you. You know I am going to leave you bruised and breathless.”

His words were like a paintbrush, creating the image in my mind. The two of us moving together, slicked in sweat, with scratches and bruises marring my skin as he wrung whimpers and moans from my trembling body. Making me scream for him.

I didn’t want to back down from his challenge, so I rose again, lifting my hips, only to let myself drop back down onto the toy.

My fingers moved from digging into the table to grip its edge to help with leverage.

It took me a few more times to find a rhythm.

I didn’t let myself fall all the way back down to the chair, settling into more of a bouncing motion.

Milo leaned down, his lips pressed against my ear as he encouraged me. “You’re doing so well, ragazza dolce. Now reach down and rub your clit. Let yourself go, feel the pleasure.”

My teeth sunk into my lower lip as I followed his instructions.

It was harder to move up and down without both my hands gripping the table, so I settled for rocking my hips, keeping myself full of the toy.

Every time I rocked forward, I could feel the silicon press against that spot inside me that made me see stars.

My rubbing became frantic as my breath caught in my throat.

Renzo had sped up his own thrusts, timing them with the way my hips rocked.

Havoc was panting and cursing, and when his hand reached for mine, Renzo let go of his hair to grab his wrists and drag them behind his back.

There was nothing Havoc could do but lie there and take what Renzo gave him.

It was an overwhelming feeling I knew from experience.

I wasn’t sure if Milo was supposed to be helping me, but I didn’t care. I was transfixed by the sight in front of me and the feelings it inspired. He nipped at my throat, and I whimpered, tilting my head for him, but unwilling to take my eyes from Havoc and Renzo.

“Come for me, ragazza dolce. Be a good girl now.” He reassured me, in that same calm tone he always used when we were in the playroom. I could feel myself on the edge, my fingers rubbing as I ground my hips in little circles, feeling the toy stretch and fill me.

Before I could tip over the edge, though, Renzo cursed out loud. His fingers dug into Havoc’s wrists and hip as he slammed into him hard. I knew that look, that feeling.

Havoc hissed out his pleasure as he was pressed harder into the table. “Fuck, Renzo. Fill me. Fuuuuuuuck” The last curse was a drawn-out moan as the two of them reached their pleasure together.

I wasn’t far behind them, my orgasm rolling through me, leaving me shaking and panting, slumped in my chair.

The only sound in the room were our panted breaths, as all of us tried to find some sort of calm while luxuriating in the afterglow. It was Havoc who broke the silence. He smirked at me, his cheek still pressed against the table.

“Well, well, little fucktoy. Looks like it is my turn to play. I hope you’re ready.”

I hoped I was too.