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“Look at you, darlin’. Ain’t my sweetheart doin’ such a good job, Shadows?” A chorus of yip-yip’s from the watching mercs makes Graves’ smile widen, and he pulls your thighs wider apart to give the boys a better view.
You were holding on marvellously, considering the shit he’d put you through during the last hour. Vibrators, toys - hell, even a pair of nipple clamps - lay abandoned in the bed, ready to be used again.
What had started out as some playful teasing at the dinner table had lead to…this. you only had themselves to blame; after all, telling a man who sells his soul for cash that you could take whatever he dished out…that’s just asking for trouble. Trouble that Phillip was *more* than willing to provide.
“2-1 - c’mere. Want your mouth on everything I ain’t touching.” Graves orders with a grin, pressing his lips to you’s neck as he slides a hand between their legs. “Yessir! Gladly!” The Shadow hastens to obey, hands trembling in anticipation as he reverently kneels before you’s parted thighs.
“Now remember, darlin’,” Graves whispers into your ear. “This ends when you call the safe word or pass out, and not before. You remember what that word is, beautiful?”
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