Chapter 35


    Chapter Thirty-Five


    Damon, Christian, Erebus and I sit in a restaurant-about to enjoy a candle-lit dinner. Hopefully followed


    by some bedroom fun, which I suspect it will, knowing my mates.


    My mates cleared booked the entire restaurant, so that we can have privacy. I guess there are perks to


    having three rich, Alpha males as mates.


    I look up as a waiter approaches. He appears to be a teenager, which is kind of at odds with him


    working in such a high end restaurant. The ce is Italian, and was originally family-owned-before the


    food started attracting high-end customers, and it expanded.


    “Good evening, my name is Leo. I’ll be your server tonight. May I get you started with drinks?” he asks,


    sending me a flirtatious smile that I return with a prim one of my own.


    Damon growls at Leo, who swiftly lowers his eyes, before ordering a fancy-sounding bottle of wine for


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    the four of us. Leo gives a quick nod before turning on his heel and heading away.


    Once he disappears into the kitchen, Damon turns to me as a wicked smile adorns his face. He slips


    his hand into his suit pocket, retrieving a tiny device with a few buttons on it.


    “I have a surprise for you,” he says. Something tells me this surprise is going to be very s****l.


    Damon clicks a button on the remote, and suddenly vibrations start up in my panties. I jolt, standing up


    out of instinct


    “Sit down,” Erebus growls. The dom voice he’s using makes me instantly obey-dropping back down


    into my seat. The added friction of being seated on something makes the sensation rippling through my


    p***y more intense.


    I give Damon a both questioning and desperate look. When heid out my clothes, I noticed that he got


    me a new pair of panties, but I never thought that they would turn into a vibrator onmand.


    “s*x stores sell the most enticing things these days. Like panties with special vibrating pads built into


    them.” He presses a button on the remote several times, and the vibrations be more intense.


    “Please, not now,” I moan out, trying to fight the sensations bombarding me. But it’s no use. When


    Damon wants to do something to me, he does it. No if, and’s, or but’s.


    Damon leans forward in his seat, and I have to fight the moan threatening to escape my throat.


    “You have two options, Amira. Option one, you sit here-and enjoy the vibrations from your panties. You


    cane as many times as you want. Option two, you disobey, and get the whipping of a century


    when we get home.”


    Christian, who’s seated beside me, reaches out and grabs my chin, turning so that I’m looking at him.


    His eyes ze with intensity as he watches my features that quiver from the pleasure coursing through


    me.


    “Choose, Amira.”


    My ass is still sore from the spanking I received the other day-when I pissed Erebus off my identally


    skipping a couple meals. It’s not my fault that I was busy and had s**t to do.


    “Option one,” I murmur. Damon gives me a pleased smile. “Good.”


    My three mates proceed to dive into a conversation about Alpha duties, ignoring my shallow pants.


    Christian’s hand still rests on my thigh, rubbing slow, erotic circles on my skin. I don’t know what it is


    with the three of them and orgasms, but I think it has to do something with the bond.


    When I receive pleasure, or orgasm, the feel a fundamental pleasure from it. Not s****, necessarily, but


    the satisfaction they receive is soul-deep and intense. So, of course they’d enjoy torturing me with


    orgasms.


    And I can’t say I hate it. I mean, after a while I get sensitive, and I’d never admit out loud just how much


    I love them takingplete control of me-my body, my pleasure, my very being. It’s almost nice to


    have people I can somewhat trust with myself.


    Trust, as in I know that if they hurt me-they get hurt. And I doubt they’d do that to themselves. Besides,


    outside of the bedroom, I really don’t think they have a urge to hurt me. Physically or emotionally. Their


    protective sides have reallye out in the few weeks since we’ve gone to the club. Unfortunately, that


    extends past checking in with emotional state regrly, since they also growl any time another guy


    looks at me for too long.


    The vibrations are upped again, drawing me out of my thoughts and into the present as I feel an


    orgasm Damon’s ss


    Damon holds eye contact with me as he swirls the liquid around the ss before bringing the cup to his


    lips, he takes a sip, purposely running his tongue over the rim in an incredibly suggestive manner that


    brings me that much closer toing right in front of our waiter.


    He gives Leo a nod of approval, who proceeds to fill all of our sses a little past half way before


    making his way back to the kitchen. I reach for my ss, swallowing the contents in tworge gulps.


    Alcohol might help keep my orgasm at bay-though we still have the entire dinner to go. There’s little


    doubt in my mind that I’ll havee at least a dozen times before we get home.


    “Are you alright, Amira?” Damon purrs, teasing me. I swallow and nod, reaching for the wine bottle and


    pouring myself another full ss.


    Erebus narrows his eyes at my actions. “Think that’ll stop you from soaking you chair?” he asks


    nonchntly. My eyes roll into the back of my head as the low, smoky rumble of his voice sends me


    over the edge. I bite down on my fist to keep myself from moaning.


    The vibrations are upped, yet again, and I think I’m ready to go just about insane. Dinner is about to


    turn into one long, drawn-out orgasm marathon.


    Leoes back, and Damon orders my meal for me-which I’m grateful for, because I don’t think I


    could utter a single sentence without moaning.


    Without warning, Christian suddenly pulls me onto hisp. His hand slips under my dress and cups my


    p***y, pushing the vibrating fabric even tighter against my already swollen clit.


    “You’re evil,” I groan, as another orgasmes crashing over me. I grip a handful of Christian’s dress


    shirt, riding out the sensations.


    Suddenly, and thankfully, the vibrations stop. I nce at Damon to see him pocketing the remote. I


    realize his reason for doing so when our food is ced in front of us.


    “It’ll be difficult to eat if you’re orgasming,” he murmurs, giving me another one of his signature wicked


    smiles. I nod slowly, attempting to climb off Christian’sp-only to have him hold me down with the arm


    wrapped around my waist. His hand leaves my p***y in favor of moving my delicious-looking pasta


    closer to him, picking up a forkful, and bringing it to my mouth. I ept the bite gratefully.


    I drink deeply when he holds a cup of water up to my lips.


    Dinner goes by with all three of my mates watching intently. And, just as our tes are cleared, the


    vibrations start up again


    “No!” I squeak.


    “Yes,” Damon retorts, watching me closely. “I’m not done with you yet, Amira. You may have gotten


    through dinner with some reprieve, but you will eat every bite of desert whileing for us, again and


    again.


    “Please,” I beg as another orgasm crashes over to me.


    Damon opens his mouth to say something, but just at that moment, all the windows at the front of the


    restaurant suddenly shower-as bullets begin to rain down around us.