Kyan chewed on my ear, tugging it savagely between his teeth as his fingers worked hard to bring me to ruin. Blake brought his hand up to my hot core and my whole back arched as he pushed two fingers into me too, stretching me until I screamed with pleasure like Saint wanted. Their hands worked in perfect synchronicity with Blake’s tongue, which lapped over me again and again.
I was about to fall apart, the combined sensations driving me crazy. I started shaking, falling, tumbling into oblivion as they shook the very foundations of my being. Fireworks sparked in my head and pleasure washed through my body so hard, I couldn’t even hear my own screams as they ripped from my lungs. I was saying all of their names, praising them, cursing them. I wanted to destroy them for giving me so much pleasure, and adore them in equal measures as the orgasm tore through my flesh like an earthquake.
Blake stood up between my legs and Kyan eased his fingers out of me as he breathed heavily in my ear. Blake started unbuckling his belt as my eyelids drooped and a stupid smile pulled at my lips.
“Well, that escalated quickly,” Saint muttered and a laugh tumbled from the depths of my chest.
“Do you think you can handle two of us, baby?” Kyan asked, his dick rock hard and about to explode beneath me. I didn’t immediately know the answer to that question, but as I regained my senses I remembered how little they deserved anything from me. One orgasm didn’t make up for all of their shit, no matter how mind-blowing it was.
Kyan released my legs and I staggered to my feet, reaching out to graze my hand over the huge bulge in Blake’s pants. He smirked at me and I tip-toed up to press a feather light kiss to his lips. Then I dropped down, hooking up my panties and pulling them on, then fixing my bra before stretching my arms above my head with a long yawn.
“Nah, I’m good. Time for bed isn’t it, Saint?” I arched a brow and Saint jumped up, glancing at the clock and nodding firmly.
“Wait a second,” Blake looked to me with a flare of desperation in his eyes.
“I’m sure you can finish each other off, right Kyan?” I tossed him a wink and Kyan glowered at me from his chair, his dick looking like it was about to bust out of his jeans and blast off like a rocket to the moon. His hands curled tightly over the ends of the chair arms as his eyes turned to a deadly shade of midnight.
Saint coiled an arm possessively around my waist, guiding me away from them and I snorted a laugh as we headed upstairs. I stared down at the two beautiful men below me now sporting the bluest balls in the history of the world.
Saint walked me directly into the bathroom, pointing at the shower. “Wash. I don’t want you smelling like them by the time you come back to my room. And be prepared to face the consequences of your actions when you do.”
My heart jolted as he shut the door in my face and I headed into the shower with a pout. I spent way too long washing, running my fingers across every part of my body Blake and Kyan had touched like they’d marked me permanently. There was something primal about this feeling, like I’d just been claimed in a whole other way I’d never known existed.
I couldn’t help a laugh when I finally exited the shower, recalling their horrified faces as I’d left them hanging. Serves them right for being dipshits ninety nine percent of the time.
I may have enjoyed delighting in their flesh tonight, but I wasn’t going to forget what they were. And I wasn’t going to stop delivering my revenge either. So they’d better get used to it.
I opened the bathroom door, finding a navy blue night dress folded at my feet. Saint’s back was to me, shirtless and his muscles flexing as he waited. I dropped my towel, pulling on the nightdress and pushing the bathroom door closed behind me as I stepped out.
Nerves warred in my belly as I waited for Saint to speak, padding silently closer to him as I walked toward the bed.
“You will punish Kyan and Blake in your own time and as you see fit,” Saint instructed sharply.
“Okay,” I said slowly, about to pull back the covers and slide into bed, but he whipped around and I noticed two zip ties in his hand. Oh shit.
“And you’ll sleep bound and gagged for tormenting me tonight and for breaking your own rules,” he said sternly. “If I don’t hold you accountable then no one will.”
“Tormenting you?” I scoffed. “You didn’t seem that tormented.”
“Well thank you for your inaccurate assessment of my feelings, but I am aware of exactly how your little act was intended to torture me.”
“You gave them orders!” I planted my hands on my hips. “You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous?” he spat, storming towards me and I couldn’t help but back up a couple of steps in alarm.
He caught my wrists, sliding a zip tie around them and yanking it tight until I winced. “I am the only one in this house abiding by the rules!” he boomed. “It is perfectly rational for me to be angry.”
Saint grabbed my waist and threw me on the bed, making me gasp in alarm. He caught my ankles and I fought the urge to start kicking, suddenly recognising the crazed look in his eyes that reminded me he needed this to calm down. He had to take back control of the situation by dominating me and punishing me for how uncertain the rule breaking made him feel.
I sighed, going limp and the tension
