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The chains above my head rattle as my body jerks, an orgasm so intense exploding through me.

“That's it, baby. You look so fucking stunning when you cum,” Saint praises me. “Look at her pussy quiver as it comes around my fingers.” He spreads my legs, showing me off to his brothers.

My head is spinning with this feeling of pure bliss.

When the guys told me I needed to be punished for what I did the other day, I didn’t think that meant chaining me up and worshiping my body over and over again.

I have no idea how long I’ve been here, but I’ve cum so many times that I’ve lost count.

They give me just enough of a break for me to catch my breath before their sinful hands work me over again.

The most surprising part of it all? They haven’t cum once. No touching themselves, no fucking me and finishing inside me.

It’s been all about me, making me feel good, making me feel loved. I’ve cried happy tears, tears of overwhelming pleasure, and now I’m just spent. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Saint pulls his fingers out of me when my climax fizzles out. I’m dripping in sweat, body trembling. Any time they touch me, my body lights up like fireworks. I’m so overly sensitive that just a brush of their fingers against my clit sends intense waves of pleasure through me.

My eyes flutter open, and I watch as Saint sucks his fingers clean before licking his hand where my juices have dripped down.

He steps to the side, and Maverick gets to his knees. He hooks my legs over his shoulders, and I let out a broken cry as he latches his mouth to my pussy.

The sounds I make are nonsense at this point. I don’t beg them to stop, just let them wreck me in the best possible way.

Maverick groans against my core, his mouth working me over, tongue thrusting in and out of me, over and over again before he takes my clit into his mouth.

It takes mere seconds before I’m cumming again, gasping for breath as my arousal gushes free, coating his face. He makes a hungry growl, continuing to lap at my pussy through my climax.

When he’s done, he lets my legs drop and gets back to his feet. “So fucking good.” He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his beard dripping with my arousal.

“I don’t think my brothers ever told you.” Shepherd steps forward, and I suck in a breath when I see the blade in his hand. “But did you know I’m not the only one who saved themselves for you?”

My mind is hazy, not sure what he’s talking about.

“After we met you that summer, Maverick and Saint never looked at another woman again. We only had eyes for you. Not even on those cold lonely nights. We never sought comfort in another woman’s arms, just fucked our fists to the memories of you.”

I whimper, my heavy eyes trying to stay open.

I kind of guessed as much. When they told me they spent years thinking about me, waiting for the day they were able to get back to me. I assumed they were so obsessed with me that they never thought about anyone else but me.

Then again, doubt would creep back in because eight years is a long time to go without sex. And even if their end goal was to be with me, I wouldn’t blame them if they were with other women until then. It would have crushed me, but it’s understandable.

So to hear that they didn’t, that they waited, it just adds to the proof that I needed to solidify that they really are devoted to me and only me for the rest of their lives.

“That’s right, Bunny,” Maverick says. “No other woman will ever do. Only you.”

“Since that day, it’s only been you. Only ever will be you,” Saint adds.

He steps forward, this look of pure adoration blazing in his eyes. “I think we need to give her a little bit more proof, don’t you, boys?”

“I think so.” Shepherd smiles.

“Let’s do it,” Maverick grunts, hunger burning in his gaze.

All three of them take their shirts off, and because I’m a needy little slut for them, my pussy clenches at the sight. They really are gorgeous men.

Then, I watch in shock as Shepard takes the blade and presses the tip right above his heart. He groans as he cuts a small line.

Blood starts to drip freely down over his pecs. Then he steps forward, frees one of my hands, grabs one of my fingers, and pricks it.