But a strange thing happened. I felt a thrill. My womb throbbed warm. I was soaking wet, wetting the table beneath me. Was I into this? Or were the Triplets just too good? Or was Daemon's heavy hand on my neck and the feeling of total helplessness just very sexy?
The tip of the knife moved. It circled my aerola. Then it pricked the peak of my nipple. It was teasing. Ah, damn, damn, damn, I was soaked through.
Aeron and Declan—I couldn't tell which was which—moved in. One of them inserted fingers deep inside me. I screamed. The other one sucked on my breast like a baby.
Daemon was still looking down at me. His eyes were cold. He repeated the question. "Safeword?"
"I don't know, Sir," I whispered. I confessed the truth.
The tip of the dagger pressed beneath my ribcage. It was angled toward my heart. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I was forced..."
Daemon smirked at my confession. I thought it did not matter. I was going to die anyway. Either by Daemon or by Zack. Zack would kill me if I failed.
"Who sent you?"
I swallowed hard. I did not answer. The result would be the same. I just closed my eyes. I accepted my fate.
"So you won't answer," Daemon said.
Suddenly, they both bit me. One bit my inner thigh. The other bit my shoulder. I shrieked.
Damn. Declan and Aeron were too good. This situation was strange. Instead of fear, I was slowly moving toward climax. My body kept reacting in ways that excited the Triplets. The fear was completely gone. I was just feeling.
I shrieked, the sound torn from my chest.
But the pain was instantly electrified.
Damn. Declan and Aeron were masters of this strange reaction. The shock of the bites, the pain, the cold steel, and the deep internal stimulation short-circuited my fear. Instead of terror, I felt a frantic ascent.
My hips began to thrust up uncontrollably against the fingers inside me. My body was betraying me. I was slowly moving toward climax.
"Look at her," Aeron murmured, his voice thick. "She's fighting to come."
Daemon chuckled, a low, dark sound. He leaned closer. He used the flat of the dagger blade to gently slap my cheek. "You respond very well to pressure, pet. You are excellent property. I wish you are in our side."
My whole body was rocking. My breath was coming in short, wet gasps. I was losing all control. The contrast was maddening: the threat of the knife at my ribs, the deep pleasure, the fear that had become excitement.
The triplet at my breast nipped harder, sending a jolt of pure sensation through me. The fingers inside me curled and pressed. They were driving me over the edge while Daemon held the blade ready.
I didn't care about the knife. I didn't care about Zack. I cared only about the next wave of feeling. My body was giving them the exact reaction they wanted. I was screaming a silent confirmation of my complete surrender.
My eyes flew open. I looked at Daemon. The pleasure was agonizing. I was begging him without words.
He was still the master. My body's betrayal only reinforced his power.
Daemon finally placed the dagger down on the table. The threat was gone. I opened my eyes.
"Last call, safeword?" Daemon asked. He was giving me one last chance. "Or just say stop because you don't know the safeword. Then we will stop."
"Hey!" The other two triplets protested loudly.
"She is well-cooked."
"She is soaking wet."
They spoke about me as if I were their dinner meat. Their voices were hungry.
Daemon raised his hand. He silenced them both. "Who told you two to stop?"
"Okay." They immediately went back to sucking and teasing. I started thrashing on the table again.
"Last call, Amara." He used my name. It sounded like a claim.
Ah, this was nonsense. At least I wanted to climax before I died.
"No, Sir," I whispered between my whimpers. "You may continue."
"Good pet." They all looked pleased. A wave of satisfaction washed over them.
They quickly undid their pants. They loosened the heavy chains on my hands and feet just enough. They moved closer. They began to enter me at the same time.
Daemon, the oldest triplet, went into me first. He seemed to know my womb was calling him the whole time. He was deep and massive.
Then the other two followed. I was split wide open. I felt a massive, shocking fullness.
Shit. Shit. Shit. This was so damn good. So good.
I was going to die here. Forgive me, Kaleb… see you in the afterlife...
My hips bucked off the table. I was screaming loud and raw behind the gag. My body was ragged and bruised, but it was seizing with pleasure. The feeling was too much. It was brutal and absolute.
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