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brushing her ear, his hand splaying over her stomach. Marcus held steady at the pedestal, waiting for Jacob’s okay to approach. He trusted Marcus as he would a brother. They’d shared women before, but this wasn’t just any woman, this was the one he loved. But it had been Marcus that told him Darla would always feel insecure about the life Jacob had inside the Society until she understood it, until she’d experienced it, and he’d been right.
    “I don’t want to share,” he said. “But I realized something when you were standing up here, all tall and proud while I watched you. I know what I’m giving up when I leave this all behind for you. But you have no idea—you haven’t explored it. So I’m going to take you on a journey. I’m going to show you everything the Society has to offer. Then if you walk away, you do it without regret. Like I will.”
    “No,” she said, shaking her head, trying to turn to him. “No. I don’t need this, Jacob. I know I choose you.”
    He brushed hair from her face, kissed her cheek, her neck. “Are you going to tell me that you don’t feel aroused by both of us wanting you?”
    “I’m aroused because you made me that way,” she whispered. “I don’t need Marcus.”
    “But you want him,” he said, reaching around her and stroking her breasts, gently now, easing her into what was new to her. “I want you to explore this world. I want you to know what you want like I know I want you.”
    “It’s not right,” she whispered.
    “It’s not right if you say it’s not right,” he agreed. “I’ll untie you and send him away. All you have to do is tell me to.” He caressed her body, slid his cock along the seam of her body. “You’re so wet you’re dripping. You want this. Tell him to come to us. Tell him, Darla.” He brushed his cheek against her. “This is our experience. Our exploration into pleasure together.” He nipped her ear. “Tell him to come to us.”
    “I can’t.”
    “Then I will,” he said, turning her head and brushing his lips over hers, waiting for a reply that came in her barely there nod.
    Jacob motioned to Marcus, kissing Darla, distracting her from Marcus’s approach. She was nervous; she was guilty. He wanted neither of those things for her. He wanted her pleasure, her submission. He wanted her completely. That meant giving, not taking. Freeing her to pleasure, not enslaving her to his.
    Marcus stopped in front of her, close, so close she wouldn’t have to look at him, and Jacob felt her stiffen. Felt her tremble as Marcus began touching her, slowly moving her mouth to his, tasting her lips. She moaned and tried to bite it back.
    “Don’t hold back,” Jacob cooed in her ear, reaching around her and handing the clamps to Marcus, tweaking her nipples to prepare them for her next level of pleasure.
    Marcus licked her nipple, suckled it. She arched into his mouth, her back pressed to Jacob. Jacob and Marcus looked at each other in silent agreement. Marcus slid the clamp onto her nipple. She gasped, and her eyes lowered to Marcus.
    “It hurts,” she cried.
    “Give it a moment,” Jacob promised, and then held her through a moan as the pleasure swept through her. He eyed Marcus. “Tighten it.” She gasped again.
    Marcus licked her unattended nipple and clamped it. She cried out, and Marcus slid down to his knees, eying Jacob for approval before he drew her into his mouth. Soft sounds of pleasure, pleas for release, slid from her mouth into Jacob’s. He kissed her, touched her, made sure she felt pleasure in every inch of her body. And then she shuddered and jerked into release.
    Jacob untied Darla’s hands with one intention—to bury himself as deeply as he could get inside her.
     
     
    The minute her arms were free, Darla turned into Jacob’s arms. He kissed her, soft and passionate, but there was a raw hunger beneath his surface. “Jacob,” she whispered, the need to pleasure him immense.
    Marcus came up behind her,