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Lightning raced up Joe’s spine as he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt.
    Rachel responded, wiggling, raising her hips as best as she could, a guttural cry issuing from her lips.
    Joe increased the pace, Rodgers moving from her breast to capture her mouth with a kiss as he pinched her nipples.
    Rachel’s body arched, her back rising from the table. Her pussy creamed and clamped down on his cock like a vise.
    Joe stiffened, biting his bottom lip as his seed burst from him in a mind-boggling explosion of pure release. When he could breathe again, he stepped back, uncoupling from Rachel’s luscious body. He raked his fingers through his hair, watching Rodgers’s hand moved gently over Rachel’s body, soothing her with his touch. She lay there, twitching slightly, obviously still on her way down from the wild ride she had just taken.
    Rodgers glanced up at him. “I think we did her justice, don’t you?”
    “Damn,” Joe said, picking up his clothes from the floor. “That was amazing.” He slipped his pants on then stepped to the side of the table.
    Rodgers had untied her wrists and smoothed her hair back from her face. “How are you feeling?”
    Rachel looked up at Joe, lifting one hand toward him. She stroked his cheek, a soft smile playing on her lips. Looking deeply into his eyes, she said three small words that set him on fire.
    “I want more,” she said.

Chapter Five
     
    Rachel could not believe how easy it had been to let herself go just a little. A lot of it had to do with how she felt about Joe, the trust she felt when he was near her. The sensation of two men pleasuring her had given her an orgasm she wasn’t going to forget. When she had looked in Joe’s eyes and said, “I want more,” his nostrils had flared, his eyes darkening while his pupils dilated. Now she knew what a man in lust looked like.
    “Here,” Joe said, taking her arm. “Let me help you up. That table can’t be comfortable.”
    Joe helped her to a sitting position. Rachel pulled down her bra and shirt and slid off the table. She grabbed her jeans and pulled them on.
    “You said you wanted more, Rachel,” Rodgers said. “Would you like to continue this over in the other building?”
    Rachel swallowed. She knew where he meant. It was where they all went to bond sexually. She had seen some of the equipment they used when she had peered inside once or twice. She knew that the partners felt that you couldn’t fully bond without giving up full control and trusting them. And of course, most of the partners and staff enjoyed using restraints, some of them dominant and some submissive. She’d had a little taste of being submissive when Rodgers had tied her hands with the dish towel. She had loved the way it made her feel vulnerable, opening herself to allow them to do as they pleased with her. Just the thought of it now sent hot sparks down her spine.
    “Rachel,” Rodgers said, taking her hand. “I know you’ve been nervous about begin included in bonding camp, but I can tell you’ve already got a great connection with Joe here.”
    “I feel it, too,” Joe said, taking her other hand. “If you’re nervous, please don’t be. You can trust me.”
    Rachel looked from Joe, who she was extremely attracted to, to Rodgers, who she knew so well and trusted. She’d waited too long to do this, and she needed to woman-up and get some real enjoyment out of life. “Okay,” she said, turning back to Joe. “I did tell you I wanted more. Show me what you’ve got.”
    Ten minutes later, Rodgers opened the door to the equipment room and flicked on the lights. “Here we are.”
    Rachel moved into the room, her eyes adjusting to the dim light. Silvery metal glimmered here and there and she knew there were handcuffs and chains and much more in this room for their use. Her tummy quivered for a second then settled.
    Joe walked around the room, inspecting different things. “I’ve never seen anything like this place.”
    Rodgers