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interrupting a scene; it ruins the moment for the subs. Hell, it ruins it for me, too. When I'm in the middle of a scene, I pay attention to only my sub. Subs in this case. Not the blaring Goth music. Not the screams of pain and pleasure around me. Not the crack of any whip.
    "Kevin wonders when you'll be done."
    I put the flogger down. "Not yet," I say flatly, closing the distance between Evangeline and me. There's no talking of subspace yet—way too soon—but she's still not quite here. She's riding on some wave of euphoria. "It's going to be a while. Talk to Nicholas."
    He'll understand. I know he will. To distract the girl in front of me, I cup her luscious tits and pluck at her nipples. She squirms, eyes closed, and lolls her head from side to side. Damn, she's really sexy.
    "Brayden, come here." He's with me in a flash, his green eyes darker than before. His muscles are taut, his jaw tense. One might think it's anger—perhaps at having another man touching his girlfriend—but that’s not it. He's beyond turned on. "Release her hands, pet."
    "Yes, Sir." He gets started right a way, and I keep playing with Evangeline's tits, this time letting my mouth get some action, too. The moan that slips through her lips when I suck a nipple between my teeth is enough to turn my already-hard cock into steel. But this isn't about me.
    "Do you like it when I suck on her breasts, Brayden?" I squeeze them and let my teeth sink into her flesh deep enough for her to whimper. Then I let my tongue soothe the sting.
    "I—" He hesitates. Conflicted . "It's complicated, Sir," he whispers.
    I don’t think it is. "Come." I pull him in front of me and reach under his arms to massage Evangeline's wrists , now resting idle at her sides. "You love her," I murmur in his ear. Getting a whiff of his musky scent—soap, man, arousal—I nearly groan. "You want to see her this way—out of control, needy, ready to beg for a good, hard fuck—because it's what she wants."
    "Please," Evangeline whimpers.
    Ignoring her pleas, I let go of her wrists and place my hands on Brayden's shoulders. "You see how badly she wants it, don’t you?" Slowly, I slide my hands down his arms. "And just because you're not the one dominating her doesn’t mean you're not giving it to her. Think about it." Covering his hands with mine, I bring them to her hips. "Most boyfriends would refuse." I guide our right hands down to her pussy, eliciting a gasp from her and a sharp exhale from him. "But you don’t, and this is the reward. You feel how wet she is for us?"
    "Yes, Sir," he groans as I coax our middle fingers inside her. "Oh, fuck."
    Evangeline keeps begging, and we keep ignoring her. When she lifts her hands, I give her a stern look that has her lowering them again. I knew she was going to go for that, anyway. It's time to restrain her again, but this time I'll use something a bit more intimate—a bit more personal.
    "Don’t stop, pet," I tell Brayden before I slip out my finger. With Evangeline watching, I suck that finger into my mouth and moan quietly at the taste. The taste of pussy and whatever bodywash she uses. "Feel free to talk to her. I bet she likes dirty words whispered in her ear."
    "She does," he admits and leans in. Meanwhile, I pull my shirt over my head and twist it until it's a firm, thick rope. Then I walk around the cross and gather her hands behind the smooth wood and tie her wrists together.
    We both whisper in her ear as I tie the knot.
    " You're so wet."
    " Imagine it's my hands holding yours together."
    " You like it when Sir uses you, ma belle ."
    I tie her down hard, the fabric going over, between, and around.
    "Dirty fucking girl."
    " You like Brayden's fingers, kitten? I know you do, but you want more."
    In the end, she's pantin g again, testing her bindings. I'm willing to bet our whispers make her head spin, not quite sure who is whispering what. But it doesn’t matter; all she needs to know is we're both toying with her. And I'm in