Page 148 of Crushing Clover

He stripped me and the other two watched in appreciation as he dressed me up in a pair of satin panties and a negligee that reminded me of a wedding veil. It didn’t cover anything and exposed me suggestively, tenting over the tips of my breasts which were pink and stiff behind the translucent fabric. I felt more naked than naked.

I struggled as they lifted me to sit on the bar. The burnished wood was cold where the tiny panties didn’t shield me.

“What are you doing?”

“Gagging you, if you don’t shut the fuck up.”

I grumbled for a second, then shut the fuck up, as Saint had recommended, when I saw his expression.

“We’ve fucked her so many times. Why does she still make me so hard?” Rush asked.

“Because she’s fucking perfect for us?” Lucky suggested.

If they kept talking like that, I wouldn’t only put up with knives—I’d let them shave my head and tattoo my face, if they wanted to.

Saint twirled one of my curls around his finger. “Knowing we can do whatever we want to her has nothing to do with it, I’m sure.”

Three sets of eyes watched me as I watched them, not sure what I was supposed to do.

“Lie down,” Rush said, his tone changing enough to let me know it wasn’t a request. Using the lock of my hair he was holding, Saint tugged, urging me down. I did as I was bidden, ignoring the urge to run away again.

I lay back, grimacing at how hard the wood was. Lucky rooted beneath the bar and came back with a bar towel he folded over and tucked under my head.

They surrounded me, their breath hot and laced with the beer they’d consumed, and I did my best not to shudder under their hungry gazes. Above my head on the bar, Rush unrolled his bundle of knives. It wasn’t the set he used at Cygnet, and I got the feeling these were reserved for more nefarious activities.

“You’re not planning to make me into a human sacrifice, are you?”

“Did you think we’d let you get away from us that easily?” Rush chuckled.

I moved to get up, but Lucky pushed me back down. “Let the man work.”

Rush was in my periphery, deliberating on what knife to use. “Have you ever fantasized about this, beautiful?”

“About what?” I asked, my voice a breathless quaver.

“Have you had fantasies about having your clothes cut off? About a blade caressing your skin?” His voice was lulling, making me feel like I was being charmed by a snake that was about to devour me. “About being cut a little? About having a knife to your throat as you cried and begged a man to stop fucking you?”

My chest shook with the frenetic beating of my heart as he planted thoughts in my head. Before them, my kinkiest fantasies had always involved being held down and used, and the three of them gave me that regularly without even realizing it.

I shook my head, feeling extremely pedestrian compared to these men.

“That’s okay,” he assured me with a slow smile. “Just because it never occurred to you before doesn’t mean you won’t like it, right?”

I bit my lip but nodded in agreement, making him groan.

“Good girl. You’re being so brave for me. Is there anything about this that’s a hard limit for you?”

“You can cut me a little, but I don’t want you to stab me, or do permanent damage,” I said, casting around for any and every possibility and loophole his twisted brain might come up with.

“Good girl. You should never give anyone carte blanche. Even if you change your mind, you can always safeword, okay?”

I nodded at him, and he ignored Saint’s impatient grumble.

“Anything else?”

“Nothing I can think of right now.”

Rush pressed a kiss to my forehead, making my stomach flipflop.

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