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tongue mercilessly lashed back and forth over her engorged clit, his mouth moving lower, nibbling and sucking at her labia before stabbing into her folds.
    “You can be as loud as you wish, little one,” Jared murmured, returning to the side of the bed. He stroked her sweat-soaked hair. On the other hand, chains clinked. Despite the riot of sensation Damon sent through her body, she tensed at the sound. Jared noticed. He cupped her chin. “Relax, Sarah.”
    Jared showed her the toy he picked. Nipple clamps connected by a thin chain. Nothing dangerous. Sarah breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed against Damon’s ministrations. Jared laid gentle kisses on both peaks, the gesture unsettling Sarah, before he attached the clips. The slight input of pain collided with the warmth of Damon’s mouth against her pussy, settling down to a perfect mix.
    “If you come without permission, we’ll have to do this all over again. Understand, sub?” Jared warned.
    On the verge of climax, Sarah felt herself nod. She groaned when Damon pulled back and reached over her belly. Sarah only noticed the second piece of chain dangling between her clamps. She let out a protesting sound when she realized where it would fit.
    “Hush, little one,” Jared said in soothing tones. He ran his fingers across the clamps, tugging slightly, making her gasp. “Take your punishment with grace.”
    Sarah didn’t know what was it about Jared that made her want to obey, to want his approval so badly. Damon attached the clip to her clit ring. Sarah tried to keep herself still, but she felt the pressure pulling on her intimate places with each tiny movement.
    “Very pretty,” Jared murmured. “Do you agree, brother?”
    “Perfect to see her squirm with all her accessories attached. Flogger.”
    Sarah tried to think and assess, but all logical thought fled with the slow burn spreading across her body from the clamps. All she could manage was to urge her body to remain still, but she had a hard time doing even that when both men began stroking her bound and tormented body like a beloved pet.
    Jared handed Damon a dark-handled flogger with oiled black leather tips. Her pulse leaped in her throat when Jared struck it against his hand. Then he tapped it gently against her thigh, letting her feel the material. Not a high-intensity kind, but Sarah steeled herself for the first blow. Her breathing grew ragged. Damon teased her inner thighs and wet pussy, trailing the leather strips over the needy flesh. He seemed to be fascinated by her clit hood piercing and kept circling the strands there back there.
    “Please,” Sarah whispered. Damon’s gaze grew thoughtful. “Please, Sir.”
    “Your lips look so tempting when you beg, little one.” Jared stole her attention again.
    He fisted her hair and plundered her lips, this time dispensing with slow and easy. Jared kissed her like his brother did, rough, without finesse, and she opened her lips for his demanding tongue. The warmth and taste of him flooded down her throat.
    Sarah vaguely heard the whistle in the air, and then the flogger hit her inner thigh. She clasped the leather cuffs, her moan muffled by the onslaught of Jared’s lips. A second later, Damon struck her again in a different position. She realized a second later that the instrument Damon picked didn’t hurt.
    With each well-placed strike, Damon started a slow burn that spread through her thighs. Jared released her lips just as Damon aimed at her swollen pussy, her clit. Sarah jerked in her restraints, groaning. Jared cradled the back of her head to him, beginning to leave a trail of soft kisses down her neck. Jesus, both men drove her insane. Jared’s gentleness contrasted with the slap of Damon’s flogger. The pressure building inside Sarah nearly tipped over several times, but she remembered Jared’s warning.
    Damon stopped, dispensing with the flogger. “I need to be inside her.” He turned to Sarah. “Yes, or no? Answer me honestly,