Gold pressed his lips to her shoulder before removing both clips at once.
She had a moment of relief when they came off before it hit her, that deep pain as the blood rushed back in.
Black cupped her breasts and rubbed his thumbs against her poor nipples, driving the pain deeper, and Silver took that moment to dive back in, his insistent lips against her clit.
Everything exploded, more intense than the last release, shattering her.Thiswas what she’d been missing the times she’d tried with other men, that edge of pain, the domination, the absolute need that grew inside her.
Every other time had bored her, and Sunny had stayed inside her own head so she hadn’t been able to enjoy it.
That wasn’t the case tonight, not when these three men touched her.
She wasn’t Sunny, the broken girl who had been turned into a shell of her former self after her ex had abused her.
She was the fox of her costume. A costume wasn’t just about wearing something else—shefeltlike something else, trapped between the wolves and never happier.
She twisted, her hands still bound, as the release tore through her.
By the time it eased, when she leaned back against Gold, the throbbing ache of her nipples had lessened, and the stroke of Black’s thumbs helped. Silver pressed a kiss to her thigh, and Gold released his grip on her.
Gold’s cock was still hard against her, and despite how exhaustion tugged at her, her pussy tightened, as if telling her it could go for that.
She shifted her hands, stroking against his cock, to which he groaned again, a deep, rumbly voice.
“So, pull a few orgasms out of you and you turn into a brat, huh?” The words were soft despite Gold’s rough voice, but full of affection, as if it charmed him rather than annoyed him.
Which didn’t compute for Sunny. Her ex had hated any time she did anything he didn’t care for—which had seemed like everything by the end. Being a brat wasn’t a term of endearment but the first step to something she would dreadfully regret.
Gold undid her hands. “You’re not getting fucked, little Fox, not tonight.”
The disappointment shocked Sunny. How many times had she turned down men over the past five years when she didn’t want anything more, when the men couldn’t deliver?
Finally, shewantedmore, and they were telling her no?
“Why not?”
Silver, still crouched down in front of her, still so close to her cunt that she had no way to ignore it, offered her a smile that could almost be considered sweet.
If not for the proximity to her pussy and the wetness still on his lips…
“You got what you needed.”
She swallowed hard, then forced herself to respond. “But what if I don’t want to be done?”
Silver smiled wider. “We give you want you need—not always what you want.” He rubbed his hands up and down the outside of her thighs. “How’re you feeling?”
Sunny wet her lips but didn’t answer. She wasn’t even sure what the answer was. The wonderful afterglow kept her relaxed, even as Black tossed Silver a rag and he swiped it up her cunt. It irritated her sensitive clit, made her gasp.
“Easy,” Gold rumbled in her ear, his deep voice sinful.
Silver slid on her panties, his hands teasing her skin.
Black leaned in and pressed a kiss to her breast, before he pulled her dress over her again, covering her, the fabric rough against her still-aching nipples.
Dressed and in Gold’s lap, Sunny started to wake from her post-orgasm coma. The sounds from outside the door, the ones that had been blocked out by her lust before, filtered through.
Moans. Laughter. Music.
Had they heard the soundsshehad made?