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“Heavens, Mika. What have you done?” The plates were piled high with scrambled eggs, stacked strips of crispy bacon, and a tower of toast. “I can’t possibly eat all this.”

“Well, I’d hope not,” Mika exclaimed in a shocked tone. “It’s for us to share.”

“Oh. You scared me.” I laughed. “I was beginning to think both you and Drake had forced-feeding fetishes.” I winked with a mischievous grin.

Mika laughed and shook his head. “Do you want me to help you sit up or would you rather lie on your belly and let me feed you?”

“Damn it, what is it with you Doms? Do I honestly look that helpless? I can feed myself.” Okay so my words held a bit of a curt and indignant tone, but seriously, the thought of him sliding a spoon in and out of my mouth was far too erotic, too intimate.

I didn’t want to start my day throbbing and wet. But it was too late. A barrage of sex charged thoughts flashed in my mind. How would I ever find the strength not to swirl my tongue around the utensil while dreaming it was his hot, hard cock? The same cock that twitched so gloriously against my thigh last night.

“You are not going to feed me, Mika.”

“Issuing orders now, are you?” He arched one brow and gave me a look of warning. “I think there’s a bit of a switch inside you, girl.”

“I’m not a switch.” I huffed.

“Mmmmm, so you say.”

“I’m just strong willed.”

“That, my dear, is an understatement of biblical proportions.” He laughed with a wicked grin.

I issued a heavy, exasperated sigh.

“Okay, wrap your arms around my neck and hold tight,” he instructed as he leaned over and cradled my legs upon his solid, strong forearms. Turning my face against his marble-like chest, I closed my eyes and inhaled deep. Once again, I wished time would freeze. I could spend eternity encased in his powerful arms, cradled against his warm body and breathing in his masculine scent.

Fluffing the pillows behind my back, he eased my bottom onto the bed. Panting as the burn seared, I clenched my eyes shut and rode the wave of pain.

“Do you need some more pain meds?” Mika asked in a tender voice.

“No. Please, no more pain meds. They make me feel foggy and out of control.”

“Switch.” He smirked.

I raised my chin in challenge and narrowed my eyes. Suddenly his hand was gripping my hair. He gave it a subtle tug. I gasped and shuddered as bolts of erotic splendor zapped my core.

“You need to remember your place, girl, even in circumstances as dire as this.” A lurid and all too sensual smile spread upon his inviting lips.

As he released my hair, my eyes were drawn to the straining bulge beneath his jeans.

“Oh yes, pet, make no mistake. You make me want many things.” Looking into my eyes with an animalistic hunger, his jaw clenched. “Let’s eat.”

Yes! Let’s eat, indeed. He could unzip those damn jeans and let me feast on him. I licked my lips and imagined how delicious he would taste. I felt my face blaze as powerful, deviant thoughts danced in my brain.

“Food, slut. Let’s eat food.” Mika chuckled as if he could read my mind.

I groaned low and nodded as he placed the tray upon my lap then sat on the bed next to me.

He took a big bite of eggs and washed it down with a sip of coffee. I watched as his throat worked, wondering if the column of his neck was soft and warm like his hands. Watching me from the corner of his eye, he set down his mug and turned to me.

“Are you always so sexually needy, girl?”

“I think it’s the pain meds,” I lied, struggling to contain the urge to trace my fingers over his rugged jawline. I closed my eyes and attempted to reign in my zinging hormones. When I opened them up, I realized I was no longer wearing his shirt. I was naked.

“Ummm, where’s my shirt?” I asked in confusion.

“Observant much?” He laughed with a twinkle in his eyes. “You’re just now realizing you’re naked?”

“It’s the pain meds. I’m foggy,” I protested. “Where is my shirt?”

“Hmmm, you don’t remember?”

I shook my head and stared at him, wondering what the hell had happened last night.

“Well, pet, you tore it from your body in a fit of unbridled lust right before you molested me,” he said with a straight face.

“I what?” I choked as my eyes flew open wide.

His deep, erotic laughter filled the room as I sat dumbfounded, wracking my brain for any flicker of memory that involved sex. There was nothing, not the slightest inkling. The only thing I could remember was the hazed recollection of his plea to Vanessa.

“You’re messing with me, aren’t you?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

“Oh, I am Julianna. It’s so much fun.” He grinned like an impish schoolboy.

“And you Doms call us subs brats.” I huffed in mock disgust. “Seriously, where’s my shirt. I know I didn’t rip it off in some hot torrid sex session. Trust me, I’d definitely remember
that
!”

His mischievous grin faded to a reassuring smile of compassion.

“You got sick in the night. I think the pain meds were too harsh on your stomach. I was able to get the trash can to you in time, but you did get a bit on you. So I...”

“Oh, God,” I wailed in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry. I don’t remember any of that.”

“Shhh, it’s alright.” His hand was gentle as he caressed my face. “You’re not the first sub I’ve helped through a night of illness.”

“Then you need to start hanging out with some different subs.” I sighed, embarrassed that Mika helped as I tossed my cookies. And why didn’t I remember any of it? No, that settled it. I wasn’t taking any more pain meds.

“I know exactly what I need,” he murmured under his breath as he slammed me with a serious and sensual expression. Hunger blazed in his golden eyes. “I need you to eat your breakfast.”

Unnerved at the thick, sexual tension filling the room, I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

My body hummed in voracious and insatiable emotions as I began eating with gusto, suddenly overcome with ravenous needs. Ravenous for food. Ravenous for sex. Ravenous to be filled with something unknown. A hollow emptiness deep inside my soul screamed to be complete.

Setting my glass of juice on the tray, I realized Mika was watching me. He wore a somewhat startled expression.

“What?”

“You polished off more than I expected you to. Have you been starving yourself?”

“Oh.” I swallowed and blinked at the nearly empty plates on the tray. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pig out like that.”

“No need to be sorry. I like women who don’t eat like a bird.”

“Well, you don’t get thighs like this from eating celery.”

“Your thighs are gorgeous, girl. Don’t ever degrade yourself again,” he warned with an arch of his brows. “Do you want more? There are some eggs left I can scramble if you’re still hungry.”

“Oh, no thank you. I’m stuffed.” I smiled and patted my slightly distended stomach. “Thank you for breakfast, Mika. It was delicious.”

“You’re welcome, girl.”

“Do you mind helping me get out of bed? I need to use the ladies’ room,” I asked, feeling my face flush with embarrassment.

“Not one bit in the world.”

Before I knew what was happening, Mika lifted me from the bed and walked straight into the bathroom.

“Put me down!” I demanded without thinking.

“I will, Mistress Bossy-Britches, just as soon as I get you to the toilet.” He grinned.

A low, menacing growl erupted from the back of my throat, hoping to intimidate him into setting me down. I only accomplished making him laugh.

“Don’t drop me in your jovial fit, pal.” I warned in sarcasm.

“Yee of little faith.” He winked and then his expression turned sober as he looked into my eyes. “I would never let you fall, girl. Never.”

A ripple of hope fluttered in my stomach. His decadent mouth was so close. It would be so easy to lean in, and for just one moment, one glorious, magical moment, press my lips against his. I wanted to surround myself with the heat of his body, his full sensual mouth, and his rugged, alluring scent.

I absorbed everything about him. He moved effortlessly, and I could feel the tight muscles of his arms and chest ripple beneath my skin. An internal war raged as I longed to slide my tongue over his bare chest.

“How do you want to do this?” he asked, breaking me from my lust-induced trance.

The immediate visual of me bent over the sink and Mika pounding his ample cock into my pussy sent a swirl of smart-assed responses firing through my brain.
Don’t you dare say it,
I warned myself.

“Alone,” I mumbled.

Shaking his head, he lowered me to my feet then walked out of the room. The stitches tugged and strained as I carefully eased my backside toward the toilet seat. When I lowered myself onto the hard wooden seat, the pain was so brutal I cried out.

In the blink of an eye, Mika appeared.

“Dammit, Julianna.” He clutched my waist and lifted me off the ground.

He held me suspended over the toilet as I clutched his forearms. Tears filled my eyes.

“Do you always have to be so damn stubborn?”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Holding you here while you urinate.”

“Oh no. Oh
hell no
!”

“Will you shut up and piss for God’s sake?” His eyes flickered with a golden fire.

“Oh good God in heaven, I can’t. It’s too embarrassing.”

“Girl. For the love of...Piss.” He barked in command.

I growled in defiance then did as he ordered and emptied my bladder.

Suspending me with one arm, he reached for the toilet paper with his other hand. Gathering a fistful of paper, he began to reach between my legs.

“Mika. No.” I panicked.

“What now?” He huffed in exasperation.

“Don’t wipe me.”

“Why not?”

Closing my eyes, I exhaled a deep breath. “Because I’ll come,” I confessed in embarrassment.

It felt as if all the oxygen had left the room.

The silence was deafening.

“Julianna, look at me,” he whispered.

I raised my head and was seized by his sympathetic amber eyes as he leaned in and slanted his mouth over mine. I froze for the two seconds it took my brain to process he was kissing me, then I relaxed and melted in his arms.

As his mouth demanded more, I yielded. I poured every ounce of passion I’d ever felt into this one sensual, heart-stopping, life-altering kiss.

A low growl rumbled deep in his chest as his lurid tongue plunged into my mouth, seeming consumed to learn every dip and crevice. I whimpered and clutched my fingers into his shoulders, attempting to mesh him deep inside.

Mika stood and eased me down his sculpted body until my feet met the floor. Framing my face with his warm, strong hands, he slanted his mouth and kissed me again with a demanding, volatile force.

As if impossible, this kiss became more passionate, heightened in intensity. He tasted as sweet as cotton candy, and if this was only a temporary carnival ride, I had every intention of thoroughly enjoying every thrilling second. I hungrily pressed against his body and was ecstatic when his hands slid down my arms, pinning my wrists to my hips.

Forceful.

Commanding.

In total control.

He arched his hips, driving his turgid erection against my center, and began burnishing his hardened shaft against my clit. Needful, muffled moans rose from my throat as I soared to the edge of oblivion. My nails raked across his muscular back and in unabashed hunger, I rocked my hips against his thick, hot erection, all the while feeding on his tongue.

Suddenly Mika tore his lips from mine, retracting his heated cock from my throbbing clit and resting his forehead against mine. We gasped for air, and I groaned in frustration.

“Why did you stop?” I panted.

Before Mika could answer, the doorbell rang.

“I’ll be right back.” He cupped my hand around the wad of toilet paper and raced from the bathroom.

After mopping up my weeping pussy, I crawled back into bed. My entire body throbbed for more. Seconds later Mika, Trevor, and Drake waltzed into the bedroom. I plastered on a smile hoping I didn’t look as horny or as guilty as I felt.

“I’m sorry to barge in on you like this, girl, but Trevor was driving me insane begging to come see you.” Drake shook his head with a look of admonishment, but Trevor’s smile was so bright he glowed.

“Come here, sweet bro.” I grinned, spreading my arms open wide, all the while praying my lips weren’t swollen or revealed any sign of the torrid kiss. Stealing a quick glance toward Mika, he seemed perplexed and looked as if he were ready to run from the room.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sister.” Trevor lightly patted my back.

“I’m not glass. Give me some love!” I demanded, hugging him tightly.

Trevor gripped me and sighed. “I’ve been so worried about you. I want to rip that asshole’s heart out, if the bastard has one.”

“You and me both, sugar.”

Trevor turned and looked up at Drake, presenting the saddest puppy dog eyes I’d ever seen as he stuck out his lower lip. “Can I Daddy, please? Please? Please?” he begged like a petulant child.

I knew exactly what he was begging for and followed suit as I mimicked his pitiful expression, pleading to Drake as well.

“Oh for the love of God,” Drake thundered. “Kiss her, you little mouth whore.” He rolled his eyes in acquiesce.

A squeal of delight peeled from Trevor’s throat as he leaned in and pressed his warms lips to mine. His kiss was soft and paled in comparison to Mika’s. I ached to have his demanding mouth against mine once more.

“I swear to Christ that boy loves her mouth. I think he’s got latent bi tendencies,” Drake complained.

Trevor broke the kiss and shook his head. “I do not, Daddy. I just love the way her mouth feels. It’s so soft, and that thing she does with her tongue. Lordy, it makes my spine melt.”

“Like I said, he’s a mouth whore,” Drake grumbled as I giggled and wrapped my fingers around Trevor’s neck, drawing him back for more.

“Just what is it that she does with her tongue?” Mika’s question was low and a bit wistful.

You know exactly what I do with my tongue, Mister,
I thought with an inward grin. When Trevor failed to answer, Drake tore him from my mouth by his long blond hair.

“You were asked a question, boy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Masters!” Trevor chuckled as he licked his puffy, reddened lips.

“She wraps it around my tongue and then sorta slides it up and down in tiny little strokes. It reminds me of the way Daddy...” He stopped as a bashful blush rose on his face when he spied Drake’s cautious expression.

“Enough explanation, boy. You may continue kissing,” Drake directed. “Just don’t get so lost in your imagination that you forget who and
what
you’re sucking on, my sweet love.”

He shook his head and moaned in assurance. I’d never remembered Trevor’s mouth feeling quite so delightful before. It felt softer and he tasted sweeter.

Closing my eyes, I imagined Mika’s warm, slippery tongue exploring my mouth again. I imagined sucking that succulent bottom lip that constantly commanded my attention. I felt slighted that I didn’t have the chance before we were interrupted.

In my mind, I could feel Mika’s hard, tight muscles as I ran my hands over Trevor’s arms. The voracious hunger was back, burning me alive, screaming to be filled. It was crying to be satiated, demanding the hollow emptiness inside me be quenched.

Rising to my knees, I launched myself against Trevor’s chest, plowing him to his back. I whimpered as I raked my throbbing nipples over his cottony soft shirt.

Without warning, I felt a hand grip my hair as my head was jerked back.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, girl?” Drake’s voice thundered.

My body shuddered as I gasped. Trevor looked shocked and more than a bit embarrassed.

“Sister!” he exclaimed in surprise.

“Oh.” I covered my face with my hands. I’d all but molested him. I was mortified. Pulling my hands away, I looked down at Trevor, who was wearing a wolfish smile.

“I’m so sorry. I...I...Oh shit.” With Drake’s thick hand fixed in my hair, I climbed off Trevor, embarrassed that Mika had witnessed my display. I felt shamed and wanted to hide. Hide from them all.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I reached back and placed my hand over Drake’s wrist, attempting to dislodge him from my hair. “Please let go.”

“What were you thinking?” Drake yanked as he lifted my face upward.

“It’s the pain pills, Sir. They’ve put something in them. Some kind of aphrodisiac,” I groused.

“So what are you telling me? That you’ve been humping on Mika like a bitch in heat because of your pain pills?”

“No, Sir,” I snapped in an indignant tone while hoping Mika wouldn’t rat me out and confess the little tête-à-tête in the bathroom.

“Well, you had no trouble humping my slave now did you? I’m waiting for a plausible explanation girl.”

“I don’t have one, Sir.” I wished I could slink down and evaporate into the carpet.

“I think sister’s just horny, Master,” Trevor whispered.

“Is that true?”

“Something like that, Sir.”

“Then come, girl,” Drake demanded as he wrapped his free hand around my wrist and pushed my own fingers between my legs. “Well? We’re waiting. Is there a problem?”

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t touch myself. I was still reeling with mortification for how I acted with Trevor. “Please let me go, Moses.” My body throbbed in a combination of lust and shame.

“Fuck!” Drake’s whole angry demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. He exhaled a heavy, exasperated sigh. “No, I won’t let you go, Julianna. You need to come, and so you shall.”

“Kneel up on the bed,” he instructed as he led me to the foot of my bed.

“Trevor, lay down beneath your sister.”

“Master?” Trevor shrieked in alarm.

“You’re not going to fuck her, boy!” Drake thundered. “You’re going to kiss her while I yank her hair and manipulate that lovely trigger of hers. She can come by her own fingers or not at all. But I’m giving her permission to release the frustration that’s governing her actions before she begins fucking the doorknobs. Now if you’re both thoroughly satisfied with my explanation, which I didn’t owe either of you in the first place, get in your positions both of you. Now.” He released my hair with an exasperated sigh.

I couldn’t even look at Mika, too terrified by what degree of disgust his eyes would reflect. Drake knew I needed to come and so did I, but I didn’t want to masturbate in front of Mika. But with Drake being so hardheaded, I knew I couldn’t talk my way out of it. There was no going back.

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