The question had barely formed before I was on my stomach—Callum pulling down my underwear, hands gripping my ass cheeks, …his mouth… his tongue…Oh god, no.No, he couldn’t possibly think that would work to achieve a second orgasm.
I couldn’t fathom it… until suddenly I could.
The lewd, wet novelty of the act, combined with the pressure of my pussy grinding against the bed, made me explode again—shocking in both speed and intensity.
“Fuck, that was a good time.”
Somewhere above me, Callum spoke for the first time since he’d asked if he could kiss me. “Let me go brush my teeth and grab some lube, then we’ll get on to the baby-making part. Stay right there.”
He didn’t need to say the last part. I couldonlylie there, a trembling pile of jelly, as he rose from the bed.
The room filled with silence. But I sensed Gideon still there, watching. Studying. His stare felt like a heavy caress, but he didn’t move to touch me.
Is that his kink?I vaguely wondered.Watching? Directing?
Then Callum’s last words finally caught up with the what-the-hell section of my brain.
Wait—why does he need lube?
Mr. Good Time only used it for toys and backdoor sex—neither of which were efficacious methods for making a baby.
Then Callum came back.
And to my great relief, he flipped me over.
Only for my chest to seize with horror when I saw exactly why he’d fetched the lube, despite already making me come twice.
What in the…?
His dick hung at a 30-degree angle, as if it was too heavy to stand at the near 90-degree rise I was used to with Mr. Good Time. It was massive—swollen, thick, corded with veins and… pulsing.
My brain fumbled for the right word and only came up with—animal. The kind evolution designed specifically to ruin the lives of gentle herbivores just minding their business.
I didn’t realize I’d started scooting backward until Gideon said, “Whoa there, little bird. You’re alright.”
“Many people assume everyone who participates in the BDSM lifestyle is up for huge amounts of pain, but I’m not,” I informed him, still staring at the thing between Callum’s legs. “Anything beyond nipple clamping and butt-cheeks-only impact play is clearly marked as a hard no on my boundary sheet.”
“He’s not going to hurt you.” Gideon’s voice stayed low. Reassuring. “We’ll go nice and slow. Look at him. Look at him, Lark.”
I guess my old submissive instinct hadn’t gone completely dormant. I raised my anxious gaze to meet Callum’s calm, gentle one.
“He’s not going to hurt you,” Gideon repeated, his voice a rasp in the distance. “We would never,everhurt you.”
His words didn’t feel like an empty promise. They felt like a vow.
My heart slowed, and I let out the shocked breath I’d been holding.
Then, my gaze started to drift downward again?—
“Don’t…” Gideon warned. “Just keep looking at Cal while he takes this nice and slow.”
Then he commanded Cal, “Kiss her. Make her want to take that monster cock.”
Monster—that was the word I’d been looking for! Notanimal.
In the next moment, Callum’s monster was completely hidden from view as he hunched over me again—first to kiss me… then to suckle both breasts until I felt like I was melting….
Then back to my lips.
