"I need…" she started.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" Kellan asked.
"I need you inside me. Both of you. Right now."
My dick, which had been straining against my pants for the past hour, throbbed in response.
"Are you sure?" I asked. "You just?—"
"I'm sure. Please. I need to feel full. Need to feel both of you."
Kellan and I exchanged a look. We'd done this before. Knew how to coordinate. But with her, I knew it would feel different. More important. Our instincts were stronger with Naomi and it hadn’t been wrong yet.
"Okay," I said. "Kellan, get the lube."
"Already on it."
I carried her back to the center of the bed, laying her on her back. She winced slightly when her ass touched the sheets.
"Too much?" I asked.
"No. Just sensitive."
"Good." I captured her mouth in a bruising kiss. "Because I'm about to make it worse."
I reached for the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the clamps.
Custom-made. Silver metal shaped like wolf fangs, designed to grip without cutting.
Her eyes went wide when she saw them.
"What are those?"
"Nipple clamps," I said. "They're going to hurt. And they're going to make you come harder than you ever have in your life if the paddle was any indication."
"I…"
"Trust us," Kellan interrupted, returning with the lube. "Remember? You trust us."
She nodded slowly.
I positioned the first clamp over her right nipple and let it close. The "teeth" gripped the sensitive flesh, and she gasped.
“Oh god!”
"Too much?"
"No. It's intense."
"Good." I applied the second one to her left nipple. "These are going to stay on until we're done. Every movement is going to pull on them. Every thrust is going to send sensations straight through you."
"Oh god."
"Not god, sweetheart. Just us." I reached for the third clamp, smaller, designed specifically for what I had in mind. "And this one goes here."
I parted her folds and positioned the clamp over her clit.
The moment it closed, she screamed.
