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Sarah. If this is too much, we’ll stop.”
    “It’s not too much.” Sarah shook her head.
    He walked to the drawer beside the bed, taking out something. Sarah heard the rip of a condom wrapper and saw his erection, standing long and thick. After Michael, Sarah didn’t think she could learn to like sexual intercourse again. Michael had reduced her to a mindless blow-up doll, buried all the passion and excitement that came with sex, but she craved—no, wanted—to feel Damon buried inside her.
    A bad sign. She considered herself permanently fucked-up for needing BDSM after the hell she lived through. Sarah considered herself lucky for having James and Bobby to watch over her. She knew the difference between safe, sane, and consensual, and what Michael did. Stupidly assumed she could get her needs without pesky emotions getting in the way. One scene, one Dom. That had been her foolproof plan. Too late for that now, but Sarah would think about the consequences later.
    Her sigh of relief turned to a gasp of discomfort when Jared fingered her clamped left nipple.
    “This is going to hurt. Take a deep breath.”
    Sarah obeyed. Jared took off the left, and blood came painfully surging back, amplified by the marks left by the flogger. Sarah gasped as he took off the right and finally the clip on her clit ring.
    “Good girl,” Jared told her, tone fond.
    The two words made her blush for some reason. He made her forget about the ache when he took her lips again. Sarah felt Damon releasing the restraints on her ankles and positioning himself between her legs. She practically thrust her pussy at him when he slid two fingers inside her. Damon chuckled.
    “Be patient, sub. Unless you feel you need another set of punishments?”
    “Answer him,” Jared told her, parting from her swollen lips.
    “No, Master Damon. Please.”
    “Please? What exactly are you begging my brother for, Sarah?” Jared asked, amused.
    “Please, fuck me.”
     “Since you asked so nicely, sub, we’ll comply,” Jared said.
    “Jared will take your mouth while I claim your pussy. Any complaints?” Damon demanded.
    Sarah’s gaze slipped to Jared’s shaft, wondering how it would taste between her lips. Wield the power to hear the powerful man groan, even though she remained bound. “No, Master Damon.”
    “Thank you for this,” Jared told her.
    He straddled her face with his knees on either side of her. Once his tip came within touching distance, Sarah licked at the pre-cum glistening there, tasting him. Realizing she had no permission, she stole a quick look at Jared.
    “I’ll forgive you this time around, little sub.” He pressed his cock head against her lips, and Sarah opened her mouth to accommodate him.
    This will be the only time. Refusing to let the thought sadden her, Sarah gagged at the size of him at first. He patiently waited for her to adjust, and once she did, Sarah took his length in her smoothly, applying suction with every inch.
    “Jesus, you’re good at this.” Jared hummed above her, eventually taking control.
    Damon lifted her legs on his shoulders and entered her in one sudden stroke, burying himself into her hilt deep. Jared pulled out, letting her full-throated groan spill through the room.
    “Now that’s a lovely sound,” Jared remarked. “Do you feel Damon inside you?”
    Sarah did. Damon filled her up completely, spearing her, branding her. Each slick muscle inside her accepted him, clamping on his steel-hard length tightly. So different when Michael used her, or when he loaned her to his friends for their use. Her body reacted on instinct, pushing them out, fighting tooth and nail until they had to force their way in.
    “Sarah.” Jared said her name, tone unreadable, pulling her back to reality. “Where did you go?” When she couldn’t answer him, he continued, “don’t let your mind wander. Stay with us.”
    Sarah’s cheeks burned. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t mean—”
    She couldn’t continue.