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“Gentlemen, I give you quite possibly the finest piece of art I’ve ever created.” Fordham rested his hand on her ass and set her into motion. Back and forth, back and forth. “Of course, the canvas is a special kind of perfect without my help.”
“Goddamn it, Ford, if I ever get a sub of my own, I’ll pay you to bind her every night before bed,” Merrick said huskily. “She is divine.”
“The camera adores her,” Levi chimed in. “The green goes really well with her skin tone and hair. I could sell a thousand photos with her expression alone—she’s already high.”
“Told you Shibari was freeing. One of the ultimate acts of submission, allowing herself to be bound completely. Leaving herself utterly at the mercy of her Masters.”
That didn’t sound too bad, she thought as her body drifted back and forth like a lazy pendulum. Her Masters were good men who knew what it was to grant mercy. She was safe with them, always.
“So, how are we doing this? Age, size, flipping a coin?” Mack asked.
“If we’re going by size, might want me to go last.” Laughter was in Merrick’s voice. “I’d hate to ruin the girl for the rest of you.”
Levi snorted. “C’mon, Merrick. Two minutes and you’ll be done for the night.”
“Pup, just ‘cause I’m older than the rest of you doesn’t mean I can’t outpace you. Once I start, you’ll still be standing herethirty minutes later, strangling your puny dick in your hand and wondering how the hell an old timer like me can keep going long after you’re spent.”
Were they… fighting over who got to fuck her first?
The notion should have turned her stomach, but instead she was intrigued. No one ever argued over such things when she was involved—she just wasn’t the kind of woman men looked at twice, let alone competed for like this.
“There are rules,” Liam interjected smoothly. He was calm, which put her at ease. “No condoms as agreed. No anal, no pain. Humiliation is a strict hard limit. Sierra is not a toy, she is not a whore, she is not—”
“We understand the rules, Liam. We’re just messing with each other.”
“I know. But this is important.”
“You or Mack should be first, Liam. There’s no rush; she’ll feel more comfortable with one of you.” Ah, the wisdom came from Ford. “Merrick and Levi can have a dick measuring contest while they wait.”
“Notice how he excludes himself from said competition?” Levi asked, chuckling.
“I know what I’ve got and how to use it. Trust me, you’re not in the same league.”
“Oh, burn.” Mack laughed. “Someone needs to man up and start before our sub falls asleep in her harness.”
No rush, she thought. Fordham was right. She was content to just hang here, ignoring the ache in her pussy, listening to the novelty of five Masters bantering.
A zipper whirred; material rustled.
A moment later, there was a whole lot more of the same.
Sierra crooned in her throat, valiantly forcing her heavy eyelids open. She smiled dopily at the faces watching her, confused by the varying degrees of lust aimed in her direction.
Oh, but they were pretty. Hunky, chunky beefcakes.
She giggled and blew them a kiss.
Hands clamped on her ass, kneading her bare butt. The ache in her core ignited—she was familiar with that possessive touch, just as her body recognized the connection.
“Look at you, all spread open and waiting for me.” Liam kissed her ass cheek, his beard spreading the growing fire. “I wish you could see yourself, minx. Pink and swollen, wasting all that precious cream in a puddle on Levi’s floor. Have you left any for me?”
A moan ravaged her throat.
“We had something a lot different planned, only you lost yourself, Sierra. So there’ll be no flogging, no anal play, nothing to distract you from what comes next.” Cupping her pussy, he slid two fingers inside her and hooked them unerringly against her G-spot. “Four of the best men I know at my disposal, each of them a Master for a reason, ready to prove one thing. Can you guess what it is?”
“Please,” she whispered, clenching on his fingers.
“No, that’s not it. Guess again.”
