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enough for me to free myself if I had to.
    Wham bam, thank you, sir. A monthly indulgence. No big deal.
    I didn't usually go for foreplay, but Vince wasn't giving me a choice. His breath warmed me, spreading my own heat as he delicately traced each and every fold, drawing a half-moon around my clit until it tightened up into a throbbing, needy, little nub of pleasure. My hips twisted in an attempt to guide his tongue over the one place it needed to be.
    He pressed them down with his hands, his fingers digging into the crevice along my pelvic bone. When I whimpered, he pushed his tongue inside me, and waves of heat rippled around it, building, building, dragging me under. Every time he withdrew, I gasped in air; every time he thrust in, I nearly drowned in sensation.
    "Come for me, Nicole." He replaced his tongue with his fingers and spoke with his lips over my clit. "Now."
    He sucked on my clit, and the heat crashed and burned, everywhere at once. I cried out, and my hips bucked against his mouth. He took me from my room to fucking wonderland, a beautiful place where nothing really mattered. Nothing was wrong.
    Nothing could be.
    I chose this. And, if I repeated it often enough, it would be true.
    When he lay over me, I wanted to wrap my arms around him and urge him on, in, whatever. The stretching stung, but his hands lifting me up to him braced me, helped me accept the sensation as just another way to take him deeper. He moved slowly, giving me time to adjust, to fit around him as I was meant to.
    "Deep breath." He said as he settled his weight on top of me. When I sucked in a lungful of air he smiled. "There we go. That's my girl."
    My girl. I gave him a tremulous smile and decided I wouldn't kick him out first thing in the morning. I moaned and rose up as he slid almost all the way out, closing my thighs against his hips to keep him from going too far. He circled his hips and shook his head, eyes twinkling. I released him, and his expression softened as he eased his way past clenching muscle, his shallow thrusts teasing until I gave in and relaxed. He rewarded me with longer strokes, sliding in and out, faster and faster, massaging the muscles of my thighs as I quivered and fought not to tense up as I plunged into pure, liquid pleasure. He pistoned in and out, making it last.
    "Jesus." He groaned and lifted my hips right off the bed, slamming in one last time before his strength seemed to leave him. "Good. Very good."
    No. Perfect. The urge to hold him had me tugging at my arms. I couldn't move them. Of course, he hadn't untied me. And then I remembered. Those aren't ropes.
    "Well done, Vincent. I'm sure once she realizes she's not behaving as a captive should, the shame will tear her apart more than any pain I could have dealt out." Cyrus'
    grip on my hands loosened, and then left completely. "Now hold her. After watching that, I need some release myself."
    Shit! I bit my lip, still too far gone to even consider what I'd just done. All that I could think was I didn't want Cyrus anywhere near me. Even though he was near me.
    And wasn't going anywhere.
    "She's had enough." Vince's chest blocked me from the room as he covered me with his body and cradled me against him all at once. "We don't want to push her too far."
    "If me fucking her pushes her too far, we don't really need her, do we?" Cyrus said. "Don't make me ask again. I'm feeling generous. I'll be quick. If you annoy me, I'll bring Darryl and a few of the others in, too. You know they'd usually all have their turn after an attempted escape."
    "She didn't want attention. She wanted to see Alrik."
    "I really don't give a shit. Move."
    The shield of flesh and bone and man disappeared. Moved behind me, useless. In a half-seated position, I watched Cyrus fit himself between my thighs and shove himself inside me. And he fucked me. Brutally, roughly, while Vince held me for him.
    Every pleasure I'd felt was ground up until I was crammed full of the ashes of it. Dirty,