"It’s a protocol."
I kiss my way down her throat, nipping at the sensitive skin. "Right now, your only job is to receive. You don't have to plan. You don't have to watch the door. I’m watching the door. I’m watching you."
My hand slides down her stomach, tracing the line of her hip bone before dipping between her thighs. She’s already wet, slick and hot.
"Andre," she whimpers, her head tossing on the wood.
"I’ve got you," I promise.
I use my thumb to spread her folds, finding her clit. I don't stroke it immediately. I just press down, a steady, grounding pressure.
"Focus on the sensation," I instruct. "Tell me where I am."
"You’re... you’re on my clit," she pants.
"Good. Stay there. Don't think about the safe. Don't think about Graves. Just feel this."
I start to circle her clit, slow and deliberate. I watch her face, the way her brow furrows, the way her lips part. Without her sight, every touch is amplified. She can't anticipate my next move; she has to wait for it. She has to trust that I know what she needs.
"Please," she begs, her hips lifting, chasing my hand.
"Please what?"
"Please... more. Inside."
"Not yet." I lean up and kiss her mouth, swallowing her moan. "You’re rushing. You’re trying to get to the finish line because you think if you finish, you can take the blindfold off and regain control. We’re not rushing."
I pull back to strip my strip off my clothes, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. I can see her ears twitch, tracking the sound.
"You’re taking your pants off," she whispers.
"Observant."
I motion for Marcus and Damon to move onto her from where they’ve been standing watch and waiting for a chance to touch her. Marcus moves fast and leans over her from the side. His tongue darts out to gently lick at one of her nipples. When she sucks in a startled breath, Damon leans over her and matches the move on her other nipple. Her back arches against the table as she seeks more from them. At my nod they both give her what she wants, licking, sucking and nipping at her nipples and squeezing her breasts. She’s panting and moaning and my dick drips precum as I fist it to ease some of the ache. Fuck, this woman is everything I could ever want in a partner for me and my brothers. I nod at Damon as I move forward.
I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her opening. I don't push in. I just rest there.
"Open for him, sweetheart. Do as I say."
She tenses for a moment before she relaxes her thighs, surrendering to Damon's order.
I push in, inch by slow inch. She’s tight, clamping down around me, her body fighting the invasion even as she melts into it.
"Breathe," Marcus whispers in her ear as he moves up to kiss down her neck. "Relax, baby, let him in."
She exhales a shaky breath, and her muscles loosen. I slide all the way home, burying myself to the hilt.
"God," she groans, her nails digging into the wood underneath her.
I hold still, letting her adjust to the fullness. "I’m right here. I’m not leaving. I’m filling the empty spaces, Demi. Do you feel that? Do you feel us taking care of you, giving you what you need?"
"Yes," she sobs. "Yes."
"You’re not alone in the dark. You never will be again."
I start to move, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. I grind against her clit with every thrust, making sure she feels the weight of me, the reality of me.
"Focus on my voice," I say, my breath hot against her ear. "I’m going to wreck you, and you’re going to let me. You’re going to let go of the wheel and let me drive."
