Page 67 of Their Domme

“You remember your safeword?”

“Yes,” Nic whispered.

The crack of her voice and the healthy dose of nerves in that single word brought a smile to my face. Raising the belt, I brought it down on her ass, lust and power filling me with each of her cries. Over and over again, I whipped her ass and upper thighs until tears ran down her face. By the time she was sobbing, Sacha had her hands tightly in his grasp, keeping her from trying to get away.

I dropped the belt to the floor without a care, climbed onto the bed between her spread legs, and adjusted her hips so she was at the perfect angle for me to slam home. She screamed, her hands scrambling on the bed, and her pussy clenched my cock so tightly I knew she was coming. Firmly holding her waist, I fucked her with every ounce of anger and pain that had built up inside of me. Sure, we’d talked a bit since she got back, but this… This would always be where our connection started. I chased my orgasm, and it didn’t take long.

I growled her name then yanked her up to bite down on her neck. Her hands came up, digging into my forearm, and her orgasm made her yell out my name. Sacha eagerly watched, his cheeks flushed, and slowly pumped his dick. Nic writhed until I pulled out, then she slumped down on the bed.

“Fuck,” Nic sighed, and a fine tremble traveled through her body. “I missed this.” If that didn’t fill me with pride, nothing would.

“You’re not done yet, little whore,” Sacha rasped. I backed away, and he slid closer. “Come here.”

Nic groaned as if she were complaining, but when she pushed herself up on the bed, I caught a half grin on her face. Sacha grabbed her by the throat and captured her lips in a kiss, yanking her closer so he could squeeze her bruised ass. A masculine chuckle escaped when she hissed, jerking at the rough treatment.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Sacha said after he broke away from her.

“I won’t let you, boss,” Nic reassured him. “If it’s anywhere close to too much, I’ll stop you. I promise.”

My brother studied her face, weighing her words, before he flipped onto his back with Nic on top of him. “Ride me. I want to see you fuck yourself on my cock and lose yourself to everything else. Every plot and plan you have up there is going to disappear when I make you ride me until you’re crying for me to let you off.”

Sascha held his dick for her while Nic shivered at the threat, then she positioned herself over him and sank down. Her head thrown back, Nic set to work, riding Sacha like her life depended on it, grinding her hips as her breasts swayed. Her rhythm faltered when Sacha hit one breast then the other. Her movements became desperate until he shifted forward and started to suck on one of her nipples.

Her body jolted as if she had been hit by lightning, and Sacha still made her ride, his firm hands on her hips, forcing her to work through one orgasm and straight into another. He moved to her other breast as she started to sob, and he delivered a warning smack to her ass when one of her hands came up as if to stop him.

Fuck. It was hot.

After Nic had her fourth orgasm, he flipped them both, his hand shifting to her throat as he started pounding into her. He wasn’t choking her, just pinning her in place.

“Sacha!” Nic gasped his name, tears in her eyes. “Fuck, please.”

“Please what, whore? What do you need?” Sacha taunted her.

“I need— Fuck, boss, please!”

“You’re done when I say you’re done,” he growled menacingly enough that the hair on the back of my neck stood up. “Did you see her new marking, brother? Maksim left one right next to yours.”

“I saw it in the video and the way our slut came after he did it,” I deadpanned, fire burning through me.Fucking Maksim.

“Seems only fair she gets something from all of us eventually. Give me your knife.”

I arched an eyebrow at his gruff command but did as he asked. Reaching down to the clothes I had discarded, I grabbed one of the knives I always carried with me and held it out for Sacha. He took it without breaking eye contact with Nic. He stopped fucking her, though he stayed balls deep inside of her, and teased the blade’s edge along her skin.

“But where to mark you since they took your inner thighs…” he thought out loud. Nic watched him, her gaze careful but excited, and Sacha studied her like she was a fucking toy he wanted to lay claim to. “I know just the place.”

Right over her heart, he carved his name into her. Every movement of the knife was precise, and when he was done, her breast heaving, he leaned down and lapped up her blood like it was a fucking delicacy. She came then, her body tense and her voice hoarse, as he growled out her name at the same time.

Sacha didn’t pull out of her until he had licked up all the blood, and when he did, she just laid there in a daze. He settled on his side, looking down at her with a soft expression I had never seen before. There was a warmth there that not even Ava had managed to get out of him, and I got it. Nicholette fit us,allof us. She didn’t want to change us; if anything, I had a feeling we’d always be chasing each other further into the dark while also pulling the other out if we strayed too far.

I gently pulled at the covers, and Sacha shifted himself and Nic so I could get them loose. Settling them over us, I laid down on Nic’s other side.

“Think we took it too far?” I asked with some amusement.

Nic shook her head, stretching slightly before letting out a hiss of pain. Whether it was from Sacha’s cutting or the bruises on her backside was anyone’s guess.

Sacha laughed darkly. “No, I think it was just what she needed and what she could take given the babies. If she wasn’t pregnant, it would have been a lot more intense.”

Nicholette sighed, resting a hand on her abdomen. “True. But now I’m hungry.” She turned wide eyes to Sacha, receiving a narrow-eyed glare in return.

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