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I shut the door, flip on the light, and sit on the couch with her. Adjusting her position, I help her straddle my lap, then wrap my arms around her tight enough to constrict her ribs. Keeping that pressure on her that she needs until he comes back. She’s going to want him. It won’t be me. “You want to talk about it this time?”

“No...” She shudders. “You know what I need, Riot. I need him out of my fucking head.”

I’m going to end him if he ever crosses my path. Someway, somehow, Marco is going to end up six feet under for what he’s done to her. She’ll never have to fear him again.

“Distract me,” she begs on a sob as she rocks over me, making my cock twitch.

Kodiak comes into the room, his arms full of blankets, pillows, and everything else I ordered him to collect. He shuts us in. “Where do you want these?”

“On the floor.”

He drops them on the carpet. “What now?”

“Get over here,” I order.

He sits down next to us. “What are you remembering, Scary Girl?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Marco did awful things to her, but I can’t make her talk about that. Not with me. Or Kodiak. Or her therapist. She has to be the one that decides to do so. When she’s ready. If she’s ever ready. I understand that now too. “It’s none of our business. What we can do is help her feel better. Distract her.”

He tilts his head as he stares down at her. It’s the same look he gets when he’s trying to work out the bass line on a new song. He wants to know everything about her.

He reaches over and brushes some hair from her face, strokes her cheek. “This what you want? You’re sure.”

She wraps her fingers around his wrist and draws his hand lower, placing it on her breast. Showing him she wants him to squeeze it. “It’s what I want.”

“She wants you.” And it feels all kinds of wrong after so long that I’m not the one she’s turning to in the middle of a storm.

“And I want you to watch while he fucks me,” she tells me.

Fucking hell. Kodiak’s gaze clashes with mine. Can we do that? Can we share this fantasy with her? Without destroying everything?

It’s not like that night in the green room where he fingered her to orgasm while Golden and I took turns kissing her and Bronx played with her tits. That was nothing in comparison to what she’s asking of us now.

He’s halfway in love with her. Maybe more.

And that night I was still in control. It was my commands they all listened to. She’s asking me not to be dominant but to be a cuck for her. Powerless, humiliated, and unable to do anything about it without her say.

I don’t have to think about it anymore than that. She wants me to be powerless for her... I already am. She wants me to debase myself before her, I’m on my knees begging to be a part of her life in whatever way she allows me to be.

I want to see her blissed out from being fucked senseless. I’m so fucking hard, pre-cum is dripping from the head of my cock. “Whatever you need, Little Vandal.”

He’s turned on too. It’s obvious by the roughness in his voice when he turns to her and says, “I’m in.”

I catch her jaw while he plays with her tits. Make her focus on me. This will be the last time I wield control in this room until she tells me otherwise. “Little Vandal, tell Kodiak what your safe word is.”

“Skittles,” she says, arching into his hand.

“And you’ll use it if you want to stop? If you don’t want—”

“I won’t.” She grinds over me one more time before she leaves my lap. Holding out her hand to him, she waits for him to take it then draws him into the middle of the room. “Why don’t you spread that blanket out for us.”

Kodiak fluffs out the comforter, and she grabs the hem of her sweater and takes it and the top underneath off.

Her tits are covered in black and silver lace. The pink of her nipples—standing for our attention—peep through.

“Fucking beautiful,” he says reverently as he rubs his thumb over one of the points. Her flesh quivers under the brush of his fingers.