Epilogue
HOPE
The evening breeze raises goosebumps on my arms, or is it the tension deep down in my stomach that makes me tremble slightly?
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” Dimitri asks and my heart races as my nerves pump through my veins.
“I’m ready for it, and I know you all want it too,” I say, a nervous smile on my lips.
I do want this. I’ve always wanted these men, wild, crazy, and unrestrained. I trust them enough to give in fully and fight how I want to fight.
“CNC play is about control, power. And somehow, it has always helped me cope with all the bad stuff. I just… not everyone wants to do it. It might be scary to try again with all that happened, but none of us are into vanilla sex. And I trust you all. I think I’m ready to surrender fully.
” I am ready… I think… I better be. I really enjoy our new moments.
They’re sweet and all. But I’ve always needed more than that.
“I’m so grateful to you all for giving me the time to heal and find myself. But please, don’t make me beg for it.”
“Don’t tempt me,” Jaxon teases. “You know how much I like it when you beg.”
My cheeks heat and I catch Knox’s stare.
“Choose a safe word,” he says and my stomach tightens.
It’s happening.
“Wait, wait,” Dimitri utters, holding up his hand. “And you want to do it here?” he looks around, and I bite my bottom lip.
I shrug my shoulders. “I thought, it might be harder to get into if we do it at home. So… yes.”
“I love it,” Jax says. “You know how much I like breaking into places.”
I roll my eyes. Of course, we all know that. My eyes take in our future home. At least, we sign tomorrow. But what better way to bless it than having our first CNC session here?
“Safe word, I’m not asking again,” Knox says, his tone getting harsher.
“Let’s do red,” I say, fidgeting with my fingers. “And… I’ll tap out, if I can’t… say it…” Oh god.
“We won’t be nice,” Dimitri adds.
I smile at him. “I don’t want you to be nice, Dimitri. I want to be yours in a way I can only be if we fight.”
Knox nods, his eyes going all cold steel. “Red it is,” he says.
Jaxon cracks his knuckles. “Okay.” He grins, manic and sharp.
He steps to the gate and yanks at the lockbox, shakes it until the cheap metal pops apart.
The security camera above the porch blinks its little red dot, but Jax waves to it, unbothered.
He grabs his pocketknife and works the lock.
The lock disengages with a click and he pushes the gate open.
“We should install a better system before we move in,” Jaxon notes and Dimitri sighs.
I nudge the gate further open, give my three men one last look, and then bolt through the crack.
I run ahead, up the slick concrete drive, not daring to look back. My legs are trembling, my stomach swirling.
I duck around the corner of the house, lungs burning.
I hear the first set of footsteps before I make it to the back of the house. Jax, most likely, because he always wants to win. I pick up my pace as I hear all three.
And I know each of them is holding back for my sake. If they really wanted to catch me, I’d be on the ground by now, face in the dirt. The thought lights up my nerves and pushes me to run faster, to plan better.
I find the door to the mudroom and wiggle the knob.
“Please, open, please,” I pray and I smirk as the door opens. I can hear their voices. Knox barking directions, Jaxon laughing like it’s the best night of his life, Dimitri’s low, intent grumble.
I slip inside, closing the door behind me. Then it goes quiet. I press myself flat against the wall, barely breathing, waiting for the next move.
The knob turns. Shit. Not even a warning. I turn to dart, but an arm snakes around my ribs, pinning both my wrists to my chest.
“Look who I found here,” Dimitri groans as I wiggle in his strong grasp. His hand runs down my stomach and forces his way into my pants. “Let’s see how much of a dirty little thing you are.”
Those words sink into me as his fingers stroke over my clit. Pleasure spikes through my body and my pussy tightens around nothing.
“Such a good plaything,” Dimitri whispers and my jaw sets.
I lift my arms, so his other hand follows. Just high enough to bite down.
“Fuck,” he hisses. His grip loosens enough to break free, his touch leaving me completely, and a deep, cold chuckle follows.
Knox.
I turn to watch him step beside Dimitri; heat fills my body as I step back.
“I remember the last time you bit me, sweetheart,” he teases. “Remember how good I fucked you?”
Oh god.
My pussy cries for him and I shake my head. “Can’t remember it; was probably better for you than for me.”
His teeth grind, his eyes boring into my soul. “I’ll make you regret that.”
“I’m waiting,” I taunt and turn to sprint, but run straight into Jax.
“You didn’t even make it to the stairs,” he says, voice deep and low.
Dimitri grabs me from him and manhandles me like a disobedient pet, carrying me out of the mudroom and into the kitchen.
“Let me go,” I grit and fight. I kick, thrash in his hold, but he only grins wider and shoves me forward, slamming me chest-first against the granite island.
His hand slides down between my thighs, jerking them apart. “Let’s see how hard you come for me.”
“No, don’t,” I spit and push my hips back.
He tightens his grip, fingers digging in just a little too hard, and he rips my jeans down to my knees.
He fists my shirt, hauls it up over my head, and I hear the metallic click of my bra clasp coming undone.
Then the cold air rasps over my bare back.
His palm spreads over my shoulder blades and slams me harder against the counter.
“You want to fight?” he growls.
I claw at the granite, trying to twist free, but Dimitri’s hold on me leaves me no room. I yelp as his fingers tangle in my hair and he tugs my head up. I arch my back and try to slam my heel into his shin, but he’s braced, unmovable, and just laughs at my tiny rebellion.
“You want to be destroyed, Hope?” he hisses into my ear, his breath hot, and I nod. I can feel his cock pressed against my ass, and then he’s got his hand between my legs, rough, yanking the cotton aside and shoving two fingers into me without warning.
I whimper. “Fuck.” It’s not gentle and the stretch hurts.
His knuckles pound against my entrance, and he crooks his fingers, stroking a spot that threatens to buckle my knees.
“Look how wet you are,” he praises and he leans back, releases my hair, and kneads my ass. “You won’t be able to walk after I’m done with you.”
The thought makes my pussy clench around his fingers, and I tilt my hips back. God, I want more. His other hand cracks across my ass, a raw, perfect line of fire.
Knox plants himself almost in front of me and tilts my chin up. “You remember the word?” he asks.
I nod, the motion barely there.
Dimitri pumps his fingers again and again, his other hand on my sensitive ass cheek.
“Say it,” Knox insists, and the edge in his voice is what does it, what melts a bit of my resistance.
“Red,” I whisper, testing it, tasting it, but I don’t want it. I want the opposite.
Knox’s mouth curves in the smallest smile. “Good girl. Now don’t say it unless you mean it.”
DIMITRI
My fingers curve inside her, and her pussy tightens. I know she’s getting closer. I want her to lose herself as she tries to fight it.
But first, I want something else from her.
My pumping fingers leave her and I quickly turn her around, fling her shirt and bra from her body. My throat dries as I see her perfect tits, her nipples hard and my initials staring back at me.
“Hold her down,” I bark to Knox and Jaxon as I lift her up the island. They grab her arms, keeping her stretched out as I keep her jeans bundled at her knees.
“Let. Me. Go!” she screams as her body thrashes.
“There’s no escaping me, sweetheart,” I taunt, lift her legs, and crawl between her thighs, keeping her bundled knees around my shoulders.
“You bit me,” I note, and spread her pussy with my fingers, taking in how wet and needy she is.
“Don’t you dare bite me there, Dimitri!”
I hum. “But it’s so tempting,” I tease and flick my tongue over her clit.
Her thighs clamp around my head and I grin as I peek up at her. “I wonder how long it will take before you’re a quivering mess.”
“Dim—”
Her words fail as I lap my tongue over her clit, keeping a steady pressure. With one hand, I keep her pussy spread, while with my other, I tease her entrance, circling my fingers, drawing down to her ass and back up.
I feel the slight tremble in her legs, I see how her lips part, and I flick my tongue, again and again until her hips buck up, begging for more, for a release.
Jaxon and Knox keep their hold on her as they lean down, their tongues teasing her nipples, and I plunge my fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she moans, her back arching off the kitchen island. My lips close around her clit, and I suck in the same rhythm as my thrusting finger.
“Do—god—Dimitri—”
Her pussy squeezes around my fingers, her orgasm ready to crash through her body.
But she doesn’t deserve it yet.
I gently nibble on her clit, and she curses with a moan. One last pump with my fingers and I let her go.
“You haven’t earned it yet,” I groan and crawl up her body as the guys give me space. I nod to Knox and he grabs her chin, prying her mouth open, and I plunge my fingers inside her mouth.
“Dirty sluts don’t deserve to come,” I moan and grind my cock against her pussy.
Anger spikes in her blue eyes and I grin down at her. She bites my fingers and I chuckle.
“Hurt me, come on. I know you can do better than that,” I say as I free my cock with my other hand and tease her soaked pussy with it.
“Do you want my cock?” I give her the tip and wait.
She stares me down and slowly weakens her hold on my fingers in her mouth.
“Good girl,” I praise and slide my cock inside her.
Jaxon unbuckles his belt and takes out his cock, stroking it as he tries to hold her arms.