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“Not yet,” Archer says, his voice sharp in the quiet room. My eyes fly up to meet his and a devilish grin spreads across his face. “You haven’t earned it yet, slut.”
“Please,” I whimper, rutting my hips against Zane’s face. “Please.”
Archer’s hand shoots out, stopping me. “Don’t you dare,” he orders. “You’re under our control now and I think you need to earn it.”
I let out a frustrated sob. “How?”
“You want it so bad? Beg for it.”
“Please?” I ask, desperation in my voice. “Please?”
“Not good enough,” he taunts, flicking a thumbnail over my hardened nipple. “Tell me why you deserve to get off when all you’ve done is take from us. Tell me why you think you deserve to feel good after everything that happened.”
I buck my hips again, Zane’s tongue never once letting up from its relentless torment. Heat gathers low in my belly, and I feel things building, but I know I’m not going to get anywhere without Archer’s say-so.
Mind fuzzy from the haze of lust mixed with alcohol, I start babbling off what I think Archer wants to hear. “I’ve been a bad, bad girl. I’ve been so bad. But I need it, please, I need to getoff. I’ll do anything you want if you let me come. Please let me come!” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, and Archer lets out a pleased hum, wiping them away.
“Anything?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. His fingers skate over my other nipple, twisting it sharply. A gasp escapes me at the sensation and I nod my head frantically.
“Anything you want,” I promise, wincing as the words tumble out of my mouth.
“Then come for me, slut,” Archer orders, bending down to capture the nipple between his teeth.
Levi’s mouth moves over mine, biting my lip as Archer’s mouth suctions against my breast. Zane’s tongue is flicking over my bud and the sensations grow to be too much, my body tensing up as I release, hating myself for giving in to them so easily.
I can’t help it, though. The orgasm nearly has me seeing stars by the time the last tremors finally subside. Zane’s tongue cleans up the mess I made while Archer and Levi sit back on either side of me, smug expressions on their faces.
Once Zane pulls away, I sit up, eyeing them warily. What’s going to happen now? Do they want more from me or are they going to throw me out now that they’ve gotten me to admit how badly I wanted them?
I draw my knees to my chest, and Archer chuckles.
“Relax, Songbird,” Levi says, the words sounding more mocking than reassuring. “We think it’s time we changed the terms of the deal, that’s all.”
“What do you want?” I ask, wrapping my arms around my knees.
“I think you enjoyed being under our thumb,” Archer says, running a finger across my cheek. I shiver, wanting to pull away, unease bubbling under my skin. “I think you can’t admit to yourself that you like how we control and belittle you.”
I want to protest, but I feel almost hypnotized by his voice, the way he looks at me with hunger in his gaze, like a lion about to attack a gazelle.
“So I think it’s for the best that we add sex into the deal. We get to do whatever we want to you, and in return, you get to feel good. What do you say?”
As I stare into their faces, apprehension swirls in my belly. I’m already run ragged by their control. I can’t fit one more thing into my already full schedule. But…
I bite my lip, looking down at my knees. This felt so good, better than I remember, even. Maybe if I agree, they’ll start to see me in a different light and ease up on me.
Without considering the consequences, I raise my eyes to meet Archer’s and set my jaw. “Deal,” I tell him.
I hope I don’t come to regret this.
8
ARCHER
Silence hangs in the air for a moment as I take in the word that has just left Lyric’s mouth. She’s agreeing to this far too easily, but I decide not to dwell on that. Instead, I focus on the fact that my cock has been hard and leaking for the last ten minutes and I’m ready for her to do something about that.
“Now that we’re in agreement, a few rules will be established,” I tell her. “You’re going to come to our rooms after class every day now. Once we’re done with you, you’re free to leave. We own your body, so you don’t get to touch yourself without our permission anymore. If you do, you can’t come for a week.”
Lyric swallows, hands digging into her legs as she bites back whatever retort is on the tip of her tongue. “You’re going to refer to us by titles from now on. Call me Sir,” I order.
