Page 168 of What We Become

“Ready, Fury?”

“Yes.”

He lowers me slowly.

The stretch burns after everything they’ve done, my body opening inch by inch until I’m seated completely over him. His groan vibrates through my back, and my reflection shivers inside the dark glass.

I look obscene.

Silver mask. Black collar. Breasts bare. Ass bright red and welted while Knox’s huge hands hold my thighs open and his cock disappears inside me.

The gallery counter hits twenty-five.

“Full house,” Milo announces as he returns with a small black vibrator. “We have officially become tonight’s premium entertainment.”

Milo drops to his knees beside the chaise, the vibrator already buzzing to life in his hand. “Permission to assist with penetration-adjacent activities?”

“Granted,” I breathe, my voice hoarse from screaming.

He presses the toy against my clit, and my hips buck involuntarily, Knox’s grip tightening to keep me still. The sensation is immediate and overwhelming—Knox filling me from behind, the vibrator humming against my most sensitive nerves, and twenty-five pairs of eyes watching every reaction.

“Too much?” Knox asks against my ear.

“Never.”

Milo circles the vibrator in slow, teasing patterns while Knox moves beneath me, lifting his hips in shallow thrusts that rock me forward. The friction is perfect, the fullness almost too much after the spanking, but I want it—I want all of it, every sensation they’ve promised.

Holden steps closer, his mask catching the low light. “Eyes on the mirror, Sage.”

I obey, watching myself get taken while strangers watch in turn. My mask hides my identity but nothing else—my spread thighs, my welted ass, my breasts bouncing with every movement. Knox’s hands bracket my hips, dark against my pale skin, and I can see the moment his control slips, his jaw going slack behind his mask.

Eli moves into view, standing beside Holden. He doesn’t touch me yet—just watches, tracking every tremor that runs through my body. The leash still hangs from my collar, swinging between my breasts with each motion, a reminder of who holds the other end even now.

Micah appears on my other side, and suddenly I’m surrounded by them, closing in on me the same way we closed on Waldock tonight. Except I picked the room. He runs his thumb across my lips, and I take it into my mouth, sucking hard as Knox drives up into me.

“Christ,” Milo mutters, adjusting the vibrator’s angle until I moan around Micah’s finger. “She’s going to break the sound system.”

“Let her,” Eli says.

I feel the orgasm building, low and mean, gathering with every thrust, every pulse of vibration. My hands find Knox’s thighs behind me, nails digging in as I brace myself, so close.

“Don’t come yet,” Eli orders.

I whimper, shaking my head, but I don’t stop—I can’t stop, not with Knox filling me and Milo’s vibrator and all those eyes.

“Please,” I gasp, releasing Micah’s thumb.

“Please what?”

“Please let me—I need⁠—”

He reaches down and takes the vibrator from Milo, pressing it harder against me, right where I’m most desperate. “Now,” he says. “Give them everything.”

I break.

The orgasm crashes through me, arching my back against Knox’s chest while my scream broadcasts through the club. I clench around him, and his groan vibrates through me when he comes, his grip holding me together while I fly apart.

When I finally still, trembling and sweat-slicked, Eli leans down and unclips the leash from my collar.