Page 61 of Brutal Queen

Sinclair's grip on my hair tightens, and he pushes me forward, lining me up on the tip of Nico’s weeping dick.

With one hand gripping the base of his cock and the other cradling my throat, Nico gives me my instructions. “Keep your chin up, and open that mouth wide for me.”

With the head of his cock in my mouth, I can only nod and hum an unintelligible ‘uh-huh’.

“Both of you can tap Nico’s thigh if you need to safeword out,” Sinclair reminds us.

Thrusting forward against the back of my thighs, Sin fucks me straight onto Nico’s cock, and as overwhelming as it feels, I’m not worried or scared when it goes further than I expect. I’ve never taken any of them so far into my mouth, but in this position and with Sinclair supporting my head and Nico’shand keeping my throat angled and open, they’ve somehow bypassed my gag reflex.

I feel the choke of his wide mushroom head as it breeches the back of my mouth, cutting off my air for a moment before a firm hand at my hip pulls me off of Nico’s cock and back onto Benny and Sinclair. Over and over again, I’m pulled onto and pushed off of them and each thrust sends me higher and higher.

There are no words to describe the headspace Sinclair and Nico are dominating me into. It’s heavenly. The orgasm I chased away before is back with a vengeance, pushing me past the sensations I usually feel. It’s barrelling towards me and as much as I try to stave it off, I know I won’t be able to. Desperately trying to avoid punishment, I moan around Nico’s cock, which triggers a strangled cry from him.

“You two are ruining him. Such obedient little whores,” Sinclair practically snarls, never stopping the unforgiving pace. “Come for us.”

His words trigger a domino effect with Benny as the first to fall. Nico and Sinclair come simultaneously and I struggle to swallow the ropes of cum that paint my throat when I shatter. I feel like I’m falling into oblivion and the only thing tethering me to this earth are the hands that stroke along my curves, paired with calm voices and subdued words.

I can barely understand what’s going on around me, but I know I’m happy, safe, and cared for as I’m laid on my side next to Benny. Nico checks on Benny, who’s riding the same wave of post-orgasmic subspace bliss right now. He reaches for a bottle of water from the bedside table and lifts Benny’s head to drink it.

“You nearly came without permission, Bambi. I might need to remind you how you obey a dominant.”

Benny’s half asleep and I giggle when he peeks open oneeye and lets out his inner brat. “That’s future Benny’s problem.”

“Is that so?” says Sinclair, returning from the bathroom. He leans over the bed and grasps Benny’s fiery auburn waves, pulling his head back and forcing Benny to lock eyes with him. “If you want to play with me in charge again, you’ll ask permission or you will be punished. And I won’t let you off lightly,cucciolo.”

I’m completely entranced by the energy buzzing between Benny and Sinclair, and I’m not the only one. I squeeze my legs together and moan at the sight of Nico, who’s biting his perfectly puffy bottom lip.

After a long pause where more passes between their eyes than is said out loud, Benny swallows hard and replies. “Yes, sir.”

Sinclair hands a cloth to Nico and they each take their time tending to Benny and me. I smile. As unsexy as this might sometimes feel, it’s a vital part of group activities. When they’re done, I throw a leg over Benny and snuggle in under his arm, laying my head on his chest.

I’m asleep before Nico and Sinclair return, but when I wake, I’m nestled securely between them all. For a moment, I feel like I’m in paradise, only something’s not quite right. Something’s missing. Someone.

I hadn’t meant to stay in Sinclair’s room last night. I was only meant to be taking a quick shower. The longer I lay here staring at the ceiling, the more wrong this feels. Sitting up to look at the clock, I see it’s 3 am and when I lean back against the pillows, Nico stirs beside me. Before I have a chance to open my mouth, he squeezes me tightly and whispers in my ear, “Go to him.”

I can’t stop the tears that well on my lower lashes. I don’t deserve the endless understanding of these men, but I’ll neverstop being grateful for having it. Nico wraps an arm around my waist and rolls me on top of him, stealing a quick kiss before setting me on my feet beside the bed.

“Can you remind him that he doesn’t have to play with us to sleep with us, phoenix? We tried to talk to him about it, but I don’t think he was ready to listen,” Nico says.

“I will, but not yet. He’s still struggling at night and I don’t think he’s ready,” I tell him. Nico nods and I hesitate to continue. “He’s… not like you guys. It’s going to take him a while to show that part of himself to anyone.”

“I understand. I know you’ve spoken to Sinclair about some things, but if you ever need to ask about how you can best… take the lead for him, you can ask me. If he’s exploring, you need to take responsibility for his safety. I’m always here if you have questions.”

“You’re far too insightful, Nico.”

“I’m a Dom. It’s my job to know my sub and what they're up to.”

I dip down quickly to kiss his forehead before padding out of the room and going in search of my missing piece. I need Enzo.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

ENZO

There’s no denying how separate I feel. I wish I could be in there with them, but every time I try to get out of bed, something stops me. I don’t know how to be with them like that. I feel like I missed out on so much while I was gone. Maybe one day it will be different, but for the moment I barely understand how I feel when it’s just Aurora and I together. I don’t think I can explore that side of myself with them yet.

My insomnia has been worse than ever since I stopped taking the sleeping pills. They were making me foggy and because I sleep well with Aurora next to me so I didn’t bother to ask for a refill for the script.

I can’t stop the smile that plasters itself across my face when I hear the soft snick of my door opening and the muted patter of her feet across my floor.

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