But so help me God, Banks said a moment ago, you are not going anywhere without us until this shit is over. Is that clear?

“Yes,” I push past my dry throat, more than a touch shocked at myself. But eager to let go and let myself be directed for a while. Just a little while.

“That’s a good girl,” Gabe breathes, tone heavy. “That’s our girl.” A quick glance away from Banks’s hypnotic stare tells me the foreman is hard in his jeans, his index finger toying with the zipper. Waiting on the edge.

“I see. It’s only a problem when I threaten to hold her hostage.” Tobias might be complaining, but his voice has gone thick. Everyone in the room has noticed the drastic change in energy. A minute ago, I was throwing pillows and now I’m on the floor in front of three men being held by my throat. “This is usually where Banks asks what you’d like from us, love. Who you would like. How far we’re allowed to go. But the fine print seems to have been left up to me this time.” Tobias removes his hat, tosses it aside and starts to remove his sweater. “What do you want the next couple of hours to look like, love?”

“Tell her we’ll stop if she needs to stop,” Gabe rasps, openly stroking himself now in the lowered zipper of his jeans. “She likes hearing that.”

“Elise.” Tobias waits to continue until I’m looking him in the eye. “We’ll always stop if you say stop.” He flicks open the button of his jeans. “We serve you.”

Helpless power. That’s the oxymoronic combination that rocks me, makes me feel exultant and weak at the same exact time. I love the hand around my throat. It’s anchoring me, keeping me from floating away into the atmosphere of lust that thickens by the second. I’m supposed to say something, but my tongue is heavy in my mouth, pulse rapping in my temples, chest, every nerve ending inside of me throbs.

What do I want?

I know the answer. It feels like I’ve known it since the night on the tram.

“I want to feel all three of you at once.”

As soon as that truth leaves my mouth, my veins seem to expand to accommodate the sudden wild rush of blood. Banks’s grip around my throat tightens, an involuntary response to my words, and I whimper brokenly, my knees shifting on the floor.

“What I want is for you to share me…roughly. Overwhelm me. You…” I say, closing my eyes. “All three of you…have permission to be animals.”

* * *

I’m not going to lie; I’ve watched this moment happen on the tiny screen of my phone and it did not seem appealing. The act, anyway. One woman kneeling between three men while they take turns using her mouth. No, it seemed like a lot of multitasking and motor skills. The only thing that ever prevented me from fast forwarding was the moaning men. Their reaction to watching their buddies getting pleasure, while they impatiently await their own.