Page 46 of The Jaded Notes

“So perfect.” He groans. His own release follows close behind, and he pulses inside me.

But they’re not done with me yet. I’m pulled on top of the man, riding him. He stays erect.

The other man positions himself behind me and applies lube, his hands gripping my hips as he enters my ass from behind.

“Holy…” I gasp as I try to adjust to the stretch.

I’m sandwiched between them, their bodies pressed to mine, and I’m overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled, of being claimed by them both.

Every sound I make becomes an invocation, every tremble a gospel. I let go in waves, clenching around their cocks, devouring their mouths, and falling into the rhythm of bodies that belong to no names and no futures.

They thrust together, a dance of pleasure that leaves me breathless and begging for more. Palms roam over my body,teasing and tantalizing, while their mouths explore every inch of my skin.

I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my body aching with need and desire. They take turns and switch places until I’m transported out of this world.

The man behind me nibbles on my neck and whispers, “Let yourself go. Give us everything you have.”

“Oh, fuck!” I come again, my walls tightening around them as pulses of pleasure wash over me.

They follow soon after, their groans mingling with my cries of ecstasy. We collapse together in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick with sweat and breaths in ragged gasps. It’s not some delicate finish.

It’s the liberation I need. I gave all of myself without losing anything. It’s more empowering than I thought it would be.

As I lie there, surrounded by their warmth, I realize that this is what I wanted. This night of pure, unadulterated pleasure has given me a sense of power and control that I’ve never felt before.

I’m not just a woman seeking validation from men who don’t deserve me. I’m a goddess, and they’re my devoted disciples.

They don’t rush the aftercare. One strokes my back as I get my bearings. The other lifts me, sits behind me on the chaise, and cradles me against him while his fingers trace shapes on my ribcage like he’s grounding me back into my body.

When it’s done, when my chest is rising and falling in gentle patterns, they help me up. One holds my hand as the other redresses me, wrapping the robe over my shoulders like he’s tucking me into bed.

One of them leans down, pressing a kiss to the center of my spine, just between my shoulder blades.

The other lingers near my jaw, warm breath against mycheek, and then whispers low enough I might’ve imagined it, “You were unforgettable.”

“So were you. Both of you were magical.” I smile under the blindfold, lips parted, and still fluttering with the aftershock.

Then I leave the room, claiming something I’ve longed for.

I’m whole even if this feeling fades away. I’m whole for tonight.

And finally, something within me is different.

When Justin takes my arm again and leads me back into the corridor with the blindfold still pressed over my eyes, I realize I am not escaping anything. I found exactly what I needed.

I don’t know what I just became in that room, but she’s silk-wrapped, sharp-edged, and starving. And whoever comes next won’t leave untouched. I just pray they don’t burn me in the process.

Chapter Eleven

LIVIANNA/LILY

Then

Six Months Later

Couture Lies & The Seat He Owns Like a Throne

He doesn’t raise his voice. He just stares at me like he already knows how I’ll fold.