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**Preston**

“How do you want them, Diosa?” Slater questions, the phone focused on Artemis’s face. She looks directly at the phone.

“I wasn’t expecting your body to look like that. You’re just cut as the rest of them.”

“I don’t know about that. I haven’t seen the others with their clothes off.”

“I’ll make sure Slater is naked for you by the time he spanks Roan,” she assures me with a wink.

Slater chuckles. I’m positive he is the one holding the phone now. “Cam, get your brat.”

Artemis holds her hands and I watch as Camden’s large, tattooed arms lift her from Slater’s lap with cum sliding down her legs.

That woman has a spank-able heart-shaped ass I want to bury my face in.

The camera flips so that I see Camden’s enormous frame fully naked, with Artemis wrapped around him while they are kissing. Ronin is one on a knee on the floor, living my fantasy of being suffocated by her butt-cheeks.

That could be me!

This makes me almost regret my decision to come home.

I don’t.

Roo fell asleep in my lap watching a toddler version of the spider person and his friends. It’s a cute little superhero show he loves.

It gave Stetson a chance to work on his plans for a knife that wouldn’t dull or corrode from toxins, venom, or poisons. Avery with Fury Team goes through knives like paper because certain metals just don’t hold up. One of these days I’m going to learn more about it from him. Ryder didn’t give him the name Sabnac for no reason. Avery Baringer is the Lord of Poison. I find his knowledge fascinating as well as Stetson talking about the different metals he thinks might work better.

I almost choke as I watch Ronin use his hand to guide Camden’s thick cock into Artemis’s core. He slid in so easily, and so did Ronin’s finger into her puckered hole. He works his finger in and out until he inserts two while Camden’s hip tilts up lazily. He does thrust his finger in time to Camden’s. His fingers pick up pace with Camden’s thrusts until Artemis is cumming while a gasp. A few more quick thrusts and finger movements that aren’t thrust from Ronin inside her and he is joining her.

I come all over my hand and abdomen with a grunt.

Ronin looks to the camera, standing. He stripes his clothes languidly. His eyes are hooded, and his cock is rock solid and dripping pre-cum. Holy sex of stick. I might have called Slater a dreamboat, but upon closer inspection, Ronin has him beat. Slater has more muscle mass, but Ronin is chiseled perfection with the looks to back it. Oh, my dark god. I will worship you forever.

I check my face for the drool I’m almost certain is running down my chin right now. It’s official. Ronin is my god and Artemis is my goddess. Slater is our overlord. Camden and Razz are our weapons of warfare.

“How do you want me, Papi?” Ronin rumbles.

“Go into my bedroom with Cam. He knows how I want you,” Slater purrs. Camden moves toward us, and it looks like he deposits her beside Slater.

Slater switches the camera again. His handsome face appears. “Looks like you enjoyed that,” he comments then turns the phone so that I see Artemis half asleep on a naked Razz.

“I’m going to allow you to clean her up. Cam will join while I take of Ronin.”

“Yes, Papi.” Razz nibbles on his full lower lip. “Please don’t think any less of Roan. Sometimes he needs this. I hated it when he had me punish him after Artemis was taken from us. After a few years, he started finding places to get the release he needed. It’s rare and I…his parents did a number on him.”

“It’s fine. I get it. Cam has his periods where bondage and degradation are what he craves. I blame mi tío for that one. He had a way of training his ‘toys’ to think that’s what love was. He was very good at creating Stockholm syndrome and then throwing them out. The only one he kept around was Cam, but I didn’t find that until five years ago while working with C.H.O.A.S. I also learned after his death what his plans were for Cam, myself, and Jase Alto. Thank goodness he is dead.”

“Jase? Not Ransom?” Razz questions as if that shocks him.

“The three of us and Tee have similar builds. Mi tío had a type.”

“He’s ready.” I hear Cam’s voice say.

Slater moves, and I watch as we travel down the hallway. “If something you don’t like or can’t bear, hang up. Por el amor de la diosa, don’t force yourself. Por favor.”

“I won’t. I’m just curious,” I respond.

“Have not fully explored your sexuality?” Slater queries.

I ponder that for a moment with him paused in front of what must be his bedroom door. “I was still in high school when my son was left on my doorstep. I was a kid left with raising one. I wasn’t able to go out and party like most people my age. No experimenting for me. Where was I going to find the time? I wasn’t about to go out and bring home strangers.”

“How old are you exactly, Jefe?”

“I’m twenty-one. I’m fairly certain I’m the baby of the group.”

It’s silent for a moment at my confession when Slater answers, turning the doorknob. “You are. But Papi will teach you. Are you ready to learn, pequeño?” He opens the door to a dimly lit room. The sheets that Ronin is halfway spread across are dark gray when his feet are on the floor with his legs tied to a cage. The bed has a cage underneath!

Slater walks around to show me Ronin’s hands are tied above his dark head to the metal frame. He is face down with his eyes covered by gray fabric and a gray ball gag in his mouth. Beside him on the bed are two paddles, one leather and one wooden. Slater does something, so I’m looking down at Ronin from an angle.

Scaring everywhere from his shoulders down to the rounded globes of his glutes. Slater runs his tattooed fingers down the rigid scars of Ronin’s back. “Third degree. No skin graph,” he mutters. “Isn’t that correct, Plateado?” Ronin nods his head.

Slater rubs ass cheek before leaving a handprint with a smack. Ronin jolted, but then moaned. Slater hits the other with just as much force, only this time Roan was expecting it. This is stimulating, since his hand soothes him before he strikes again.

So, this is what pleasure pain looks like. I’m fascinated enough that I’m hard again. I want to know what Ronan is feeling. “Papi,” I groan. Slater looks up at the phone. “Me next.”

Slater chuckles. “We can see how well you tolerate pain. I’ll start slowly with you, but with him?” I pick up the wooden paddle with holes drilled into it. You can hear the thwack and his skin is red, showing the outlines of the holes. He grunts and moans as Slater soothes the sting before hitting him once more.

Oh!