My pussy clenches around his fingers, my back arches against the stone tub, and I scream. Actuallyscream. The sound echoes off the pavilion ceiling, raw, and desperate, and proof of exactly what I am.
A good little slut who comes when strangers finger her.
The orgasm rolls through me in waves. Violent. Consuming. His fingers don't stop—they keep working that spot inside me while his thumb presses my clit, milking every last spasm from my body.
When I finally go limp, gasping, the tall one pets my hair.
"Good girl," he whispers. "He's going to punish you so badly for that."
My eyes snap open.
What?
The dark-haired one withdraws his fingers slowly. "That's how it ended for Jasmine, wasn't it?"
Oh no.
Oh god.
He's right.
InMine, All Mine, Jasmine came during her preparation. Her master had explicitly forbidden it—told her to save herself for him—but she couldn't resist. The servants touched her and she failed the test.
So he punished her.
Whipped her.
Edged her for hours without letting her come again.
Made her beg, and cry, and confess how weak she was.
I understand now.
The masked manwantedme to come. Set me up to fail. Orchestrated this entire scene knowing I wouldn't be able to resist three sets of hands, knowing my body would betray me.
Just like Jasmine.
So he could punish me for it.
The stirrups unlock with metallic clicks. My legs lower slowly, the mechanical tub returning me to a normal bathing position.
"Time to get you ready for the hunt," the blond one says, offering his hand to help me stand.
My legs are shaking.
My pussy is still throbbing.
And somewhere, I know the masked man is watching with that predatory smile I can't see, but can always feel.
Chapter 3
Caleb
My hand freezes mid-stroke. Cock still slick. Come cooling on my knuckles.
Scarletta just handed me everything.
She came for them. Surrendered to their fingers, their mouths, their coordinated assault on her self-control. Exactly like Jasmine in her story. Exactly like I knew she would.
