53. Expertise #3
The suspension gives her almost nowhere to go, so the reaction travels through her instead—muscles tightening, thighs trembling around Griffin's hand, a cry breaking out of her as the orgasm takes her.
Micah stops the flogger immediately.
Dex makes a desperate sound around the gag.
Griffin just stares at her.
The surprise on his face is almost enough to make me smile.
Almost.
I stay close to Cami instead, talking her through the contractions until her breathing begins to settle.
“Good girl. That's it. Let it happen.”
She turns toward me even though she cannot see me.
“So fucking good for me.”
When the strongest tremors stop, I give her time before asking anything else. Subspace slows her processing, and I have no interest in mistaking a delayed answer for a missing one.
“Cami.”
“Mmhmm.”
“Color?”
The pause is longer now.
“Green.”
Micah meets my eyes.
I nod.
He starts again, gentler than before.
Cami recognizes what we're doing almost immediately. Her breathing changes before I say anything, and that alone tells me how much of the pattern she remembers from the first time.
“You know this one.”
A tiny nod.
“Good.”
Micah gradually rebuilds the rhythm while I stay close enough that my voice remains the easiest thing for her to follow.
“Your body already knows what happens when you stop trying to help.”
She makes a soft sound.
“So eager to be good for us.”
Another impact.
“Even your pussy wants to behave when nobody's giving it what it thinks it needs.”
Her thighs tighten.
Griffin inhales sharply.
Dex makes another helpless sound from the chair.
“Doesn’t it, sweetheart?”
Cami's answer is barely audible, but I hear it.
“Yes.”
I move closer to her ear.
“Then show me again.”
The second orgasm takes longer.
It also takes her considerably deeper.
By the time the tension leaves her body again, her face has gone loose in a way I recognize as the point where continuing simply because we can would stop being useful.
I don't need to know how far we can push her.
I already know she trusts me.
The responsibility attached to that trust is knowing when I have enough.
I leave Micah with her and cross to Dex.
His eyes find mine before I reach him.
I remove the gag slowly and wait for him to take a few full breaths.
“Color?”
“Green. So fucking green.”
I laugh quietly despite myself. “Are you going to be good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What does that mean?”
His eyes move toward Cami and back. “No rope. No equipment. I don't interfere.”
“And you touch only what I tell you.”
“Yes.”
I step aside.
“You can kiss her. You can touch her breasts and the rest of her body. Nothing below her waist, and you do not change her position.”
Dex nods.
“Come here.”
He moves quickly, but not carelessly, and kisses Cami with the kind of intensity I would normally correct if she weren't already responding to him exactly the way I want.
Her reactions are slow now, as if every touch has to travel through considerably more distance before it reaches her, but she turns toward his mouth and makes a small satisfied sound when his hands settle against her.
Micah puts the flogger away.
For a few minutes, I let the room belong to all of them.
Griffin keeps her stable.
Dex touches almost everything he's been denied permission to touch until now.
Micah checks the rope again without disrupting the moment, because apparently neither of us is capable of completely turning off the part of our brains that monitors safety.
I watch.
That is not a passive role.
For most of my adult life, being responsible has meant staying involved in every piece of the thing I am responsible for. Tonight, I am beginning to understand that leadership inside this family works differently.
Micah can own the rope.
Griffin can own the anchor.
Dex can own his own obedience.
Cami can own her surrender.
I do not have to take any of those things away from them to remain in control of the scene.
Eventually, I step in again.
Dex moves back when I touch his shoulder.
I cup Cami's face, giving her enough warning that she turns toward me, then kiss her slowly.
Her mouth follows mine when I pull away.
“Time to come down, sweetheart.”
Micah joins me without needing instruction.
Dex steps clear.
Griffin stays exactly where he is.
We lower her gradually, transferring weight back to her body in stages instead of pretending gravity deserves to have her all at once. The blindfold stays in place until she is fully supported and Micah has one hand at her side.
Only then do I remove it.
Her eyes open slowly and struggle to focus.
She finds me first.
Then Micah.
Griffin.
Dex.
All four of us.
“Hi,” she whispers.
Griffin laughs softly.
I crouch in front of her because making her look up at me right now serves no purpose.
“Stay with me for another minute. Anything numb?”
She thinks before answering. “No.”
“Tingling or anything electrical?”
“No.”
“Fingers?”
She flexes them.
“Good.”
“Toes?”
Another deliberate movement.
“Good.”
Griffin checks his phone. “Sugar's steady.”
That removes the last variable I was actively concerned about.
Cami sways slightly when she tries to shift her weight, and Micah catches one side while Griffin takes the other.
Her feet are on the floor again.
The suspension is finished.
The scene isn't.