Page 179 of The Midnight Order
The basement.
Corvin helps me to my feet. My legs are shaky, and my core is still vibrating. He kisses me long and deep, only cut off when Asher pulls my face away from his, stealing them for himself.
When Asher pulls back from my lips, he captures Corvin’s.
I’m stock-still, staring in awe at the beauty of both of them together.
I want more.
Corvin breaks away from Asher’s lips. “Don’t waste my cum, pretty girl.”
His words have me clenching my core, trying my best to keep every drop inside me.
“Come, little lamb. My progeny is ready for his turn.” Lowell leads me out of the room. But not before turning and telling Asher and Corvin to follow.
Before my feet even touch the first step to thedungeon,I know I’m in for a wild ride.
I just hope I can survive it.
Chapter 46
Jasper
The dungeon isa place we can all escape to when we need to. One side is a full gym, and the other side is suitable for us to use to… play.
Work on one side, play on the other, essentially.
Silver’s eyes run over the length of all the whips and floggers decorating the walls, and I revel in hearing her breathing deepen.
She smells like all of us, and it’s intoxicating.
Everyone leaves the room, sensing that this time is for Silver and me. Each of us will need this, and I’m sure Lowell is the one who led the charge of urging the others to leave us alone.
“This is all… You like all of these things?” Her sultry voice holds me captive as her hand runs over the leather of a flogger.
“I do. I think there are two of us who hope, one day, you’ll come to like these things, too.”
“I don’t know that I’ve ever… What’s this?” Silver lifts a strap-on from the basket atop the many chests of drawers filled with toys.
I clear my throat. “That’s a strap-on.”
“I could wear this?”
“You could. With a willing participant.” I add the last part for my benefit, so she knows certain pleasures are a hard limit for me. However, she has access to two order members who would love to see her with that strap-on dildo on.
I can’t deny that the imagery does something wild to my insides, but I’d rather be a bystander in that scene.
“What is your kink?” she asks.
“Pain.” My answer comes out quickly, and her brows shoot up.
“You like to give pain or receive it?”
“Receive it.”
I can spot the burning questions in her eyes, but she keeps them at bay.
Removing my shirt, I turn around and let her eyes linger on the scars I’ve accumulated over the centuries from repeated flogging, most of it self-inflicted.
