Chapter 158 - Nova

Chapter 158 - Nova
I gasped, and some of Levi’s seed dripped from my mouth before I could swallow it. Belen switched to playing with my clit.

“Is she allowed to cum?”, she asked to someone.

“If you allow her to.”, Santiago answered. I was writhing under her touch.

“How much can you take?”, Belen asked me tauntingly, but I didn’t really hear her. I was too distracted by the pleasure she was giving me. Belen pinched and rubbed my clit, and she pushed me to the brink quickly, and I didn’t know what to do to keep from coming.

“That’s it. Scream.”, Belen grinned devilishly. It wasn’t like I had any other option.

“Beg, pet.”, James mocked me. I opened my mouth to do just that, when I felt a tongue enter my mouth. My eyes flew open in shock, and I relaxed when I saw it was James. He closed his mouth over mine and kissed me unforgivingly.

He stopped me from being able to ask Belen permission to cum. The only other option I could think of was to try to move away from her tormenting fingers.

“Uh, uh, pet.”, James laughed when he pulled back at the same time as Belen slapped my ass harder than she did before. I winced because it was sore, but it was forgotten when she went back to tormenting me with her fingers.

“Please, I can’t hold it.”, I whispered in between gasps.

“Yes, you can. Just a little longer.”, Belen encouraged me.

“God, this is so hot.”, I heard from the room. It was the first time that I realized other people were watching us. I looked around, trying to distract me from the pleasure. Santiago was watching me with hooded eyes, while his hand pushed Levi’s head down on his cock. Sean was fisting his own dick while watching.

“Please... Please... Please.”, I muttered like it was a mantra after Belen pinched me as a punishment for seeking distraction.

“Just a little longer.”, Belen said as she continued. I didn’t know what to do anymore. I threw my head in my neck, I screamed, I begged.

“Please, I can’t!”, I screamed. I felt tingles erupting all over my body as I balanced on the brink, trying to obey. I did everything I could to hold myself back to be a good girl.

“Now you can cum.”

Immediately as she spoke, I fell over that brink wholeheartedly and I lost myself in one of the most mindblowing orgasms I had ever had. It seemed like time stood still while I felt my muscles contract and release and clench. I trembled for what seemed minutes.

When I came back to earth, my body was limp and boneless. “It looks like you pushed her hard.”, James grinned, as he caressed my temple as I laid my head on his thigh.

“I knew she could do it.”, Belen replied admiringly, as she caressed my thigh. “But I might just have spoiled your fun.”, she laughed.

“Probably, yes.”, James replied grinning. “But seeing that was worth it.”

He lifted me off the floor bridal style, and sat down in a loveseat, with me in his lap. The orgasm, his repetitive caressing, his warmth, all of it made me slowly drift away.

I woke slowly, still tangled in the remnants of sleep and desire, my mind swimming in half-formed memories of what had passed before dawn. The bedroom felt strangely familiar, yet foreign—its shadows stretched longer than I remembered, and the air was thick with the scent of leather, musk, and something darker, almost electric, that seemed to cling to the walls themselves. My chest rose and fell with uneven breaths as I tried to ground myself, to make sense of what had been, what had just been demanded of me, and what I still owed to them.

The bed shifted beneath me, the sound subtle but deliberate. Levi’s presence brushed against me, warm and immediate, and then his arms circled me, pulling me close until the heat of his body pressed into my side, anchoring me. I froze for a moment, caught between the instinct to retreat and the knowledge that resistance was pointless.

At the foot of the bed, James sat like a silent judge, his posture rigid, his eyes unreadable yet burning with intent. Santiago stood at the center, tall and imposing, the air around him taut, like a wire pulled too tight. Each of their gazes traced me, heavy and unblinking, and for a moment the weight of their attention made my chest constrict. I could feel every flicker of their emotions, every subtle shift in posture, every quiet command hidden behind the surface of words.

Levi’s voice cut softly through the tension, low and intimate, meant only for me. “Relax, Nova. There’s no reason to be nervous.” He drew me closer, pressing me onto his lap, his body steadying me like a shelter against a storm I couldn’t see yet.

I wanted to believe him. I wanted to anchor myself to his calm, to let his words dissolve the tight coil of fear inside me. But then James spoke, precise and commanding, and the air shifted again. “We just heard about the conversation you had,” he said, a faint nod toward Santiago acknowledging some unspoken understanding between them.

My stomach twisted with apprehension, a cold dread that I had misjudged the situation. What if their agreement with Santiago was not what I hoped it was? What if my misstep, my weakness, had undone everything I had tried to earn?

James leaned forward, his forearms braced on his knees, the motion deliberate, a silent assertion of control. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re just a responsibility,” he said, voice taut with suppressed emotion. The words landed on me like stones, heavy but revealing the truth beneath. “You’re not an obligation, Nova. Not to me, not to Santiago, not to Levi. You are the most real thing any of us have touched in a long time, the one who brings clarity to the chaos.”

It wasn’t just reassurance. It was the assertion of power, of the truth I had known but hadn’t dared to name. The weight of it hit me hard, and for a heartbeat, the air between us seemed to vibrate with all the things left unsaid.

Levi’s lips brushed along my ear, a whisper meant only for me. “You hold the control, you know,” he murmured. The statement was a dark promise, a challenge and a confession all at once. I could feel the weight of it pressing into me, making me shiver despite myself.

“I love that you need us,” he continued, his voice thick with something unspoken, almost a growl of devotion. “I love you.”

The simplicity of the words stunned me, though the force behind them pressed on every nerve. I wanted to respond, to return the confession, but the proper words seemed to have fled my mind. Instead, I leaned forward and pressed a soft, hesitant kiss to his lips, a small acknowledgment of the bond between us.

He smiled at me when I pulled back, but the warmth was fleeting. “But I love,” he added, his voice darkening, carrying the weight of intent and ownership, “that you crave our control. That you surrender to it. That you let us guide you.”

I shivered, not from cold, but from the weight of that statement. It was both a promise and a challenge, a tether pulling me toward them in ways I couldn’t resist. Levi’s hand trailed lightly along my side, a reminder that every movement, every touch, was measured and deliberate, testing the boundaries we all knew existed but didn’t speak aloud.

James’s voice cut through the tension, calm yet edged with authority. “We never discussed how this will work when we go home,” he remarked, as if planning for a future that still felt impossibly distant.

The word home made my stomach twist in a new way—an ache and a curiosity, a question of belonging and boundaries.

Santiago’s calm returned like a tide, deliberate and immovable. “It’s not important yet,” he said, voice low but absolute. “We still have a mess to settle.”

The weight behind those words was inescapable. There was still chaos to navigate, rules to enforce, and boundaries to explore. And yet, Levi’s arms around me, James’s eyes unwavering, and Santiago’s presence like gravity itself anchored me in a way that was both terrifying and comforting.