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Damon began to move, strokes fast and deep, his fingers deliciously digging into the flesh of her hips.
    “Hush, little one. Let our bodies do the talking.” Jared got off her, settling his large frame to her side.
    To her shame, tears prickled in the corners of her eyes. I can’t cry. I can’t. Her body refused to listen. Sarah’s vision became a blur of tears. Why did possessive but caring Doms like Damon and Jared have to enter her life right after Michael ruined her?
    Damon slowed, but he didn’t stop.
    “I didn’t want to spoil this,” Sarah whispered, shocked when he leaned over to kiss her tears away.
    “You haven’t. How long has it been for you, little one?” Jared asked gently.
    Too long. Sarah’s mind blanked when Damon shifted angle and hit her sweet spot. A gasp tore out of her, growing louder, uncontained as he aimed at the spot repeatedly.
    “Come now.”
    Damon’s tone brooked no arguments. He reached for her clit ring. Damon tugged, igniting her climax, sending a torrent of sensations through her. Sarah’s entire body shuddered as waves of pleasure began to drown her. Vaguely, she heard Damon growl after a few more thrusts, his own orgasm triggered.
    “Will you let me inside you as well, little one?” Jared asked, stroking the curve of her breasts, her belly.
    “Yes, please,” Sarah murmured.
    Damon quickly cleaned her up. Jared slipped on a condom. Damon undid her wrist restraints, kissing the indentations left by the leather, before taking her lips.
    “My brother wants to take you on your knees. Yes?”
    “Yes, but you have to help me into position,” Sarah murmured, feeling languid.
    He let out a rumbling laugh. Damon handled her with a gentleness she didn’t expect, flipping her, placing a pillow under her belly for support. Damon sat crossed-legged in front of her, letting her use his thigh as a pillow. He stroked her hair, talking to her softly. What he said didn’t matter. Sarah nuzzled her head against his leg, feeling content, yet her body eagerly awaited Jared to take her, too.
    Jared spread her legs wider, fingering her, teasing her, but Sarah was wet and ready for him. Satisfied, he nudged several inches in, going slow until his balls slapped against her pussy. She moaned into Damon’s thigh.
    “I think our little sub wants you to ride her hard, Jared,” Damon remarked. He tightened his fingers into her hair.
    Sarah mewled in agreement, whimpered when Jared clutched at her hips and began driving into her, fast and hard. It didn’t take long for him to explode. His fingers dug into her flesh, joining the tiny half-crescent marks left by his brother. Sarah’s legs gave under her as Jared pulled out.
    Damon tugged her close. She happily snuggled next to him, feeling Jared join them after cleaning both of them up. Her thighs and pussy still ached from the flogger, and Sarah looked forward to seeing the marks, the souvenirs they left behind come morning. She would be sad to see them go. Both men took turns, stroking her, coaxing satisfied sounds from her. Sarah couldn’t remember the last time anyone had ever held her like this without any agenda.
    Michael’s version of aftercare had been warped. He’d often leave her broken body hanging in his playroom, sometimes forgetting to take her down. When he did, he’d pretend to fuss over her in bed while an expensively paid private doctor Michael bribed to keep quiet would check over her injuries. Trips to the hospital emergency rooms were unavoidable, but Michael had impressive connections.
    “Sarah, you have a faraway look in your eyes again,” Damon said in a disapproving voice.
    Spooning his huge body behind her, Jared tightened his grip around her waist, nuzzling her neck and making it hard to think. “Are you thinking about him?” Jared asked.
    “Yes and no,” Sarah admitted.
    “Thank you for being honest,” Jared murmured against her. “Just relax, little one. We’ll deal with the questions the next time we