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I feel her stiffen. Then, I feel her weight shift away from Ky, and she’s back here with me, her bound hands dropping to the place where my hands are blocking my lap. And my hard on.

“Take them off,” she says.

“You don’t have to,” I say again, suddenly terrified as she tries to move my hands. She’s going to see that I’m hard as fuck and think I’m a sicko.

“Pants,” she says, gaze flicking to mine, and I can’t decode what’s in her eyes. It’s definitely not revulsion, but I’m not sure what it is. And she keeps trying to reach for the buttons on my pants, inadvertently brushing my cock, which shoots a jolt of pleasure through me.

So, as best as I can, I unbutton my pants. Holli tries to pull them down, but she can’t, and I get a sudden fear. This is it, she’s going to see what’s happening, and there’s no coming back from that.

Is she just obeying Ky? Is she doing this because he wants it and not because she wants me?

That makes me pause, and my dick deflates a bit. I don’t fucking want a pity fuck.

I can feel Ky's smouldering gaze on my cheek, and that makes my heart race even more. He confuses me and scares me sometimes, but that almost makes things better. You don’t have to make sense to be hot.

Then Holli’s gaze is back on mine, and her pupils are so big the color is almost gone around the rim. She leans in close and says so quietly that I can barely hear her. “Can you give us a show, mousey?”

My cheeks burn as she uses Ky’s nickname, and I pull back just enough to see a slightly mocking look on her face. And that is enough to piss me off. A show? I can give a motherfucking show.

“Okay, foxy.” I pull my pants down enough that my dick springs free. With Ky and Holli’s gaze on it, I have a moment of panic that they’ll be disappointed. Then I pull in a breath and force my racing thoughts to calm. Ky saw it, and he’s back. In fact, it’s been down his throat.

My face is on fire now, but then Holli’s hands are touching me, her skin warm against mine, and a flash of pleasure rolls down my spine. Her touch isn’t hesitant or fragile; she strokes me firmly as best as she can, and immediately, I’m hard as stone again.

Holli cups her hands together, then pulls me into her grip, and a groan of shock escapes me. She leans over and spits, the hot liquid dripping down my skin. I can’t escape how good she feels, stroking me up and down and over my sensitive head.

“You’re such good dolls for me.” I look over, and Ky is stroking his dick, which just makes my cock pulse. I’ve been watched before, but Ky is watching us like his life depends on it. Like we’re his last breath of air. Like we’re the ones making his dick hard in his hands.

Holli continues to jack me off, pulling all kinds of tension into my muscles till I’m shivering, trying to hold back an orgasm.

And then for a brief second, I look up, and she’s looking at me. Our eyes connect, and I see that hooded, angry, confident look I’ve come to associate with her. It screams that she might hate me, but at least she’s looking at me. She can’t stop looking at me, like she sees into my very soul. And she’s still here.

I come, exploding all over her hands.

Holli doesn’t stop until the pulsing has stopped, and I fall back, breathing heavily. She made that good for me. She was firm and steady with her strokes, making sure not to brush me with the bottom of the zip ties and not jerking me so hard it hurt. Maybe she was trying to get it over with, but that sneaky, obsessive part of me says she was doing it to be nice.

Now I have two people who’ve seen my dick, and neither of them has run yet.

Fuck. Two people means double the risk.

My chest gets tight, but less because I’m worried and more because I’m going down that stupid and idiotic path. The one where I want to hook my fingers under Holli’s skin and never let her go. Where I want to eat Holli out until she screams. Until she can’t remember her own name and won’t ever forget mine. Until the only time she can come is when she’s looking me in the eye.

CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE

Day 9

I just made Oakley come.

My brain buzzes, and it’s hard to think straight. I did this to play the game. To get Kyan to trust me. But it made me hot. More than that, though, was the way that Oakley looked at me when he came. Fuck, it was like he was hanging on my every emotion. Like seeing me changed something, and then he was stiffening, shooting cum all over my hands. And I can’t shake the buzzing high it gave me.

The old Holli is here, trying to yell past the buzz. Trying to scream what a horrible idea it is to get involved with someone who I’m not even sure will survive. What a bad plan it is to get attached ‘cause it’ll hurt worse when they go.

I shove the old Holli away because Kyan seems happy with us, handing me a warm, wet rag to clean off and offering Oakley a shower.

Oakley gives me a questioning look, like I’m the one who knows what to do here. I don’t, not really. I just want to make as few waves as possible. So when Ky leads Oakley down the hall and cranks the water on, I motion at him not to argue.

But then Kyan is back. He stalks up to me, then whips a knife out of his back pocket. I freeze, calculating his body language, but he’s relaxed. He just motions for my bound hands. Slowly, I give them over, and he cuts me free.

“There are snacks in the cabinets.” Then, he throws himself down on the couch opposite mine.