Alison hurt. She’d say she felt as though she had been fucked for hours by three alphas—which was exactly how she felt—but that seemed far too on the nose.
Her clit was sensitive, even after a shower, so the brush of her underwear against it made her let out a pathetic sound that reminded her of the ones she’d made the night before.
The night when I screwed all three of them instead of taking the drugs like a smart woman would have done.
Even thinking about it, she couldn’t quite figure out why she’d made the choice she had.
Liar.
She sighed, letting the swing move forward and back on the porch. She knew why.
This wouldn’t last beyond their case. At the end of that, she’d go back to her world and they’d go back to theirs. There was no other way of it working out.
So when the waves of need had hit her, when she’d been faced with the three of them in that garage, she’d wanted a taste of a future that wasn’t meant for her. She’d wanted for just one night to know what it would feel like to be someone’s mate, to have someone look at her as though they wanted nothing more.
Not just strangers, either, but people who knew her.
For better or worse, these alphas did. Their plan, their time together, had let them glimpse deeper than anyone else had in her entire life.
“Which is yet another reason this can’t go on,” she said out loud to herself.
The alphas were all still asleep. While her hormones let her bounce back quicker, they’d exhausted themselves satisfying her.
She recalled Trent, after three rounds, groaning when she’d crawled over him, when she’d straddled his waist, needing him another time. She wasn’t sure if by that point he’d even enjoyed it, not like he would have regular sex, at least. Still, he’d given to her, without reservation or complaint.
Finally, when she’d all but passed out, they’d brought her back to the main house. They’d ended up in Daniel’s room, their bodies entwined with hers in some puzzle that allowed all of them to fit on the bed—barely.
They’d hardly stirred when she’d risen, telling her just how tired they were.
So she’d let them sleep.
It gave her time to herself anyway.
The odds of getting pregnant were low, which was the only reason she wasn’t panicked. The thought of having a child—
She couldn’t even fathom the idea. That was how foreign it was—she couldn’t even come up with a scenario where it was possible.
“Morning.” Trent’s voice brought her gaze up.
Of course, it was Trent. He was the caretaker. She’d have never figured it on first meeting them, when on that first night he’d looked like some huge brawler.
Yet there he stood, a plate of food in his hand as he set a water bottle on the table beside her.
“Morning.”
He lifted her feet, then took a spot there so her legs draped across his lap. The position was intimate, but could she really be upset about that after the night before?
He picked up the fork and got a bite of scrambled eggs on the tines, then offered it.
She wanted to balk—as she always did when he fed her—but instead she took the bite, suppressing the moan at the wonderful taste.
She’d never admit it, but a part of the feeding, the way he hovered, made her happy. She’d never had someone really care about her, not that she could recall.
“How do you feel, pet?”
She swallowed the bit, not surprised that it was good. The alphas all seemed to be adept cooks. “Fine.”
Trent’s eyebrow lifted in that subtle way that made her stomach drop.
“Sore,” she admitted. “But it’s not that bad.”
He nodded, as though her answer satisfied him this time. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two small red pills. “Ibuprofen. For after you eat, though.”
Alison stared at the little pills when he set them on the table in front of the swing, beside the water bottle.
“What are you frowning at like that?” His tone held amusement, as though he wasn’t annoyed by her confusion, just entertained.
“I don’t like being taken care of.”
“Really?” He nodded down at how she’d melted into the position, her legs over his lap, her eyes already on the next bite she wanted from his plate.
Her cheeks heated and she went to pull away.
He caught her foot to keep her exactly where she was. “Wasn’t complaining. Believe it or not, I rather like taking care of someone.”
“Why? Who wants some overgrown, useless burden around?” She cringed at her own tone, at the way self-loathing dripped from it.
His small huff said he’d caught it. “You sure do have a lot of hang-ups, don’t you? You don’t like taking care of others, at least not when they can see it, and you don’t want anyone taking care of you. Why is that?”
She took another bite from his fork, chewing it as she considered her answer. Once she swallowed, she figured she had nothing to lose by explaining it. Maybe it was still her being off balance from her heat, but the quiet way Trent sat there let her get her story out. “I told you, my mom was a slave. Every female I knew was basically a slave. They spent their lives scurrying around, trying to please some alpha who never really cared.”
“So you’re afraid you’ll be just the same?”
Alison sighed softly. Examining her own thought process wasn’t exactly her favorite thing to do. She believed in moving the fuck on, in putting bullshit that didn’t matter behind her. “I learned that connecting with people was dangerous. They always screwed you over. It’s like…” She lifted her hand, drawing her fingers into a fist. “This is one person, right? Powerful. It doesn’t need anyone or anything. Then, when you open your hand, all those fingers? They’re connections. They’re people you rely on or who rely on you. Suddenly, you have spots that can be broken, that can be caught. You’ve opened yourself up to risk, given yourself weaknesses people can exploit.”
Trent stared at her hand as though formulating some response. She was ready for it, prepared to hear a long-winded lecture about how risk was a part of life, about how those connections made people human.
She’d heard it before.
Instead, he reached out and clasped her wrist, her hand automatically closing around his, locking together as though he were going to pull her to her feet.
She frowned as she stared, as she tried to figure out his point.
“If I’d done this and your hand was closed, we’d both have been weaker. I won’t tell you there aren’t risks, but everything has an upside, too.” He squeezed once, then pulled away to get her another bite of food.
Alison obediently ate it, not even thinking about it, about him, only about the way his warm hand had wrapped around her, about the strength in that grasp.
It’s a nice thought.
Nice thought or not, though, Alison was just too stubborn and set in her ways to change.
She’d lived her life alone, and as soon as they were done here, she’d go back to that.
* * * *
Two weeks had passed, and as Daniel stared at the little omega who took up most of his time, he couldn’t help but smile.
It seemed strange, like a life he’d never really pictured yet had slipped into with no trouble, as though it were the life he was always meant to have.
She’d settled in, somewhat.
Somewhat being the reason she was currently tied up on the bed, naked and cursing at him.
“I swear, the second you let me out of here I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Because from where I’m standing”—he dragged his fingers along her back, then over the curve of her ass—“your threats don’t mean much.”
She tried to twist to glare, but couldn’t manage to move enough. It left her only able to stare at the blank wall on the other side of his bed. He’d thought about blindfolding her, but he’d decided he wanted to be able to see the look in those pretty eyes of hers.
“Why are you here?”
“Because you’re a dick?”
He laughed softly. Trent would dislike her mouthing off, since he was a fan of rules even though he was soft-hearted when it came to punishment. Daniel, though?
“You’re not supposed to laugh,” she snapped, as if his chuckle were more egregious an offense than tying her up or whatever else he had planned. “I thought you were mad.”
“Mad? No, sweet, I’m not a mad sort of man. The more you mouth off to me, the more disrespectful you are, the more fun I’ll have adding on punishments.”
She inhaled sharply. “You can’t just add punishments! That’s not fair.”
“Really? If you get in trouble with the police, and keep breaking the law, they’ll keep adding charges.”
“You’re not the police.”
He huffed a soft laugh before sliding his fingers up her drenched cunt. “I’m close enough. Besides, you like this more than you’re letting on.”
“Don’t try to put your perversions on me.”
“How about in you?” He pressed two of his fingers into her as he asked, wanting to surprise her, to hear that little catch in her breath when he did something she hadn’t expected. Maybe it was because of how skilled he’d come to find her, because she wasn’t just anyone, but rather a woman able to hold her own against him. All of that made it sweeter when she gave in, when he overcame her and watched her melt.
She was tight around his fingers, and he was tempted to undo his pants and slip into her wet pussy.
Except he had a better plan already.
“So, what was it again that you did?” He asked the question while he thrust those two fingers into her, rough enough to help keep her off balance.
“I was stupid enough to agree to this with a sadist like you.” The end of her little tirade drifted into a lust-drunken moan.
“If you think calling me a sadist is going to hurt my feelings, you’re barking up the wrong tree, sweet.” He twisted his wrist to stroke against the sensitive front wall of her cunt, making sure to tease her while leaving her clit entirely untouched.
This was punishment, after all.
“Come on, I know you can figure out why you’re here.”
She let out a thin whine and shifted her hips, as though she could get satisfaction from him that way.
She couldn’t, of course. He wasn’t Trent, who would have given in after the first little whimper she let out. The sound turned into pure frustration before she blew out a slow breath from her pink lips. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
He could feel her glare.
“For sleeping on the couch.”
He smiled softly at her sullen tone. She hated to admit to doing anything wrong, at least she hated it in part. The other side of her, that submissive, beautiful creature she tried to hide, reveled in the way he took her to task for each infraction.
Not that he was overly harsh. He only reacted when she did something knowingly. “Now, I remember having this talk with you just yesterday when you did the same thing to Kyle. We agreed that if you wake up and can’t stay in bed anymore, you’ll let the alpha know, didn’t we?” He pulled his fingers from her, then went to the side of the bed she was facing and crouched down, into her line of sight.
She didn’t answer, her stubborn little lips pressed tight together.
“Didn’t we, sweet?” He traced his finger over her lip, smearing her own wetness over her.
She nodded, some of the fire leaving her.
“So why’d I wake up this morning to an empty bed?”
She opened her mouth, and Daniel slipped the two fingers in before she could answer. Her full lips wrapped around his fingers and licked him clean without him asking. That was the thing—she liked to fight back at times, as if she needed to prove she could fight back, but that didn’t change the natural instinct inside her that cried out to him to own her.
He pulled his fingers back and resisted the urge to grasp her chin, instead lifting an eyebrow.
It took a moment of confusion before she seemed to recall the question he’d asked. “I couldn’t sleep,” she said. “I haven’t been sleeping well. I just can’t get comfortable, and by the time it’s four in the morning, I’m miserable and sick of just lying there.”
“And you didn’t wake me up why? Because either I’d have worn you out so you could sleep or I’d have gotten up with you.”
Her pretty green eyes darted away as they always did when she didn’t want to answer, when she didn’t like the idea of exposing her secrets.
Too bad for her.
He slid his hand into her hair and gripped tightly until she looked at him again.
“I don’t like asking for help,” she whispered. “I figured you didn’t need to lose any sleep over my problems.”
And, as it always did, that tiny confession drew up an ache. The girl hated relying on anyone, always so sure they’d turn her away, that they’d only end up letting her down.
He loosened his grip, then leaned in to offer a soft kiss, tasting her own sweet pussy on her lips. “If I didn’t want to help you, I wouldn’t demand you wake me up. Do you really think I’m the sort of man who does anything I don’t want to do?”
She shook her head. Quiet now, is she? Maybe she’s learning.
He doubted it.
“So am I not going to get a punishment?” Hope flickered in her eyes, a sparkle there saying she’d expected to get off the hook.
“You’ve spent too much time with Trent spoiling you. No, sweet, you’re not getting out of your punishment. However, I want you to tell me your safe words again.”
The moment of indecision had his cock hardening more, almost painful against his zipper. That edge of fear, the way a submissive looked at him like they weren’t sure they’d love whatever he planned, always did it for him.
“Master and red,” she told him with a soft voice.
“And you’re welcome to use yellow if you need, too.”
“What are you going to do?”
That was the question, wasn’t it? He didn’t answer right away, savoring the way she squirmed as the more time passed, as he rose and walked behind her and she still had no answer.
“Daniel?”
He still didn’t speak, letting her stew, letting her own mind get the better of her. Sometimes people could be best affected by the right word, but often times their mind supplied things far worse than he could.
Even still, her alluring scent filled the room, telling him that she wasn’t scared. Unsure? Nervous? Absolutely. But not afraid.
He disrobed, making sure to set the clothing items beside her so she knew what he was doing. Again, the sight of wetness on her thighs, of how tempting her cunt looked, threatened to goad him into giving in.
He shook his head and grabbed what he’d set on the dresser after he’d tied her up. “Do you remember what I said before, sweet?”
“Not really. I try not to pay attention.”
“Well then, let’s see if I can remind you.” He dripped lube onto his fingers, then used one hand to spread her cheeks. He pressed a finger to her ass, growling softly at the way she tensed against the touch, the way she shifted as though she could get free.
Beautiful. She reminded him of a wild creature, one that didn’t easily give in.
“You are out of your fucking mind,” she snapped. “If you think I’m going to let you do that, you’re stupider than I thought.”
He continued to rub against her ass, not pushing in yet, teasing and taunting her all at once. “You have a safe word, but nothing else. If you really need to stop, you know what to say. Otherwise? The more you curse and threaten me, the more fun I’ll have.” He curled his lips into a smile as he pressed into her with just one finger. “You might not have as much, but then again, this is a punishment.”
She shuddered through her entire body, as though the sensation were strange and new and overwhelming. Then again, the last time he’d done this, she’d been in heat, which meant he could have probably done anything and she’d have enjoyed it.
If she remembered it at all.
“Nothing to say?” He taunted her with his words, and when her chest expanded with a large breath, when he was sure she was about to tell him off, he thrust his finger deeper into her and set a quick rhythm.
Which was more than enough to stop anything she had thought to say. Instead, Alison gasped and dropped into a moan.
God, I want to hear more of that sound.
He grasped her hip to hold her still, not because she was trying to get away but rather because she was pushing back toward him. He’d known she’d enjoy this, that as soon as she let go of her hang-ups—or rather, when he made her let go of them—she’d find it wasn’t the terrible activity she’d imagined.
And given that her rule breaking hadn’t been that horrible, he didn’t mind her enjoying her punishment—at least some of it.
He shifted to two fingers, and when she relaxed, he moved to three. At three she whined, a sound that made his cock twitch, the sort of breathless plea that sat somewhere between pain and pleasure.
Which was exactly the thing he’d waited for.
“Okay, sweet, are you ready? Because I’ve waited a while for this, and I’m tired of waiting.”
He pulled his fingers from her, then got onto the bed behind her. He spread her legs slightly, as wide as the bar would let them go, to align them right.
As soon as he pressed against her, when he stared down over her sweat-soaked back, he groaned.
He might want her ass right then, but he was pretty sure that wouldn’t be anywhere near the end of it.
Alison pressed her face to the blankets on Daniel’s bed to try to muffle the sounds she wanted to make, the ones he pulled from her as he forced her untrained ass to spread around his thick cock.
The sounds were quiet, high-pitched and pathetic. She reminded herself of a prey animal caught in a trap, and she knew without question that Daniel would get off to it.
But, even as her mind rejected the entire idea of this, even as she pulled at where her wrists were cuffed to the bar between her ankles, her cunt had never been wetter.
Which was more than a little frustrating, since Daniel had still not touched her clit at all. She’d have been used to that had he been just any man, one she could have given the benefit of the doubt to as just not knowing where exactly a woman’s clit was. However, Daniel knew. He’d brought her to screaming release more than once already, so he had no issues with knowing exactly how to do it.
Which meant this was on purpose, and a denied orgasm was the sort of thing Alison couldn’t just ignore.
All her thinking didn’t help distract her from the stretch and sting as Daniel slipped deeper into her, as he took her in a way no one else ever had—a way she’d have sworn weeks before no one else ever would.
And for all her complaining, for all the ways she had said no and assured herself she’d hate this, her body responded as though it had been desperate for just this perversion.
Something wrapped in her hair and tugged hard, lifting her face from the blanket.
His searing body pressed against hers when he’d bottomed out, when he’d sunk every last inch of his dick into her. “I want to hear you, sweet,” he growled in a tone so low her cunt squeezed around nothing.
Why did that turn her on? Why did she love the sound of his voice like that, when he didn’t hold any pity, when he wasn’t treating her as though she were fragile? Instead, he might be in charge, but he fucked her as if he knew she couldn’t be broken.
Still, she made no sound, unwilling to give that up to him just yet.
“Don’t play that game with me,” he warned. “Believe me, I can do this longer than you can hold out, and it just makes the prize all that much sweeter. How about this? I’ll know you’ve learned your lesson when you ask me to stop. Asking for things, that’s your problem, that’s what got you here in the first place, so why don’t I just keep going until you ask me to stop?”
The idea was insane, and yet it made her chest grow tight. Alison didn’t ask, not for anything, not ever.
“I thought this was about you punishing me. Didn’t figure you’d let me off so easy.”
“I don’t think this will be easy for you at all. In fact, I bet we’ll see some pretty tears from those eyes long before you give in.” Daniel slid back, not far, before plunging into her again. Even with her lips pressed together, the smallest of sounds escaped.
Keep it together.
Even as she lectured herself, as she tried to give herself a pep talk, it seemed to be a losing battle. She hadn’t managed to outlast the alphas before—especially Daniel, who only seemed to enjoy her fight all the more—so she couldn’t fathom how she’d manage it this time.
Still, she tried to steady her voice. “This isn’t so bad,” she lied. “I’m pretty sure I can take it.”
He laughed, and the deep tenor of it gave her no reassurance. That was a man who was confident. “We’ll see, sweet.”
Alison gulped at the certainty there, at the way he said it without a speck of doubt.
I am in deep trouble…
Kyle had to admit…Alison was a fucking sight. She was bound, a spreader bar between her ankles, wrists cuffed to it, her cheek against the blanket and her expression pained.
He’d almost felt bad about letting Daniel handle the punishment, but from the look of her, maybe it had been the exact right choice.
He’d have let her off easy, since he didn’t care much for punishments. At best he’d have put her on her knees and had those pretty lips of hers wrapped around his cock, maybe have watched a show of some sort while she had to just wait. It would have been a good point to make, since her lesson involved leaving. She could have kept his cock nice and warm for him.
“I’ve got to say, Daniel, it doesn’t seem like you’ve broken her much.”
Daniel cast a grin over his shoulder. “We just got started. I told the poor girl I’ll stop when she asks me too.”
Kyle pulled in a quick breath between his teeth. That seemed like a rather hard-ass request.
A good one, but still, not an easy one for Alison.
Hell, he’d almost bet his money on the stubborn omega outlasting Daniel’s erection.
Kyle went over to where her face was and leaned down, setting his cheek on his arm as though they were having some sweet conversation between just the two of them, as if she wasn’t being fucked in the ass by Daniel. “Hey there, sugar.”
Her green eyes were glassy when she opened them, already clouded with lust, yet still with that streak of independence that had her sure she’d resist. “I don’t like any of you right now,” she said.
Kyle reached out and dragged his thumb along her bottom lip, then pressed into the heat of her welcoming mouth. Fuck, he wanted to slip his cock there, to feel that talented little tongue of hers over his shaft, to feel how Daniel’s rough thrusts would push her forward, force her to take more of his long cock, maybe make her gag just a bit.
She’ll look pretty like that, won’t she?
Instead, he pressed down on her tongue, feeling out the inside of her mouth in a way that drove home the important part—you’re ours, and we will do whatever we want with your body.
The way her pupils dilated more, the way her breath caught, had him groaning.
Kyle looked up to catch Daniel’s gaze. “You really think you can outlast her?” His point was clear even if he didn’t say it. Before it becomes actually painful.
Neither of them wanted to hurt her, just to drive her to a limit she’d actually tell them to stop at. She needed that, needed to know that not only would they respect it, but that asking wasn’t the end of the world.
Daniel lifted his lip to snarl back, “I’ll last plenty long.”
“Maybe,” Kyle said with a shrug. “But I’m pretty sure with two of us, we could make this far more uncomfortable.”
Daniel’s lip fell, as though he caught the meaning. A grin afterward said he’d figured it out. “That’s not such a bad idea.”
Alison’s cry when Daniel slid from her, even muffled around Kyle’s thumb, was far more exciting than it should have been. He wasn’t the sadist Daniel was, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the sounds of a woman who was overstimulated.
And they had just gotten started.
Daniel sat on the bed, his back to the headboard, and dribbled more lube onto his hard, waiting cock. Kyle left her bound—they could work around it, and he wanted her to not have any space, any freedom. Moving her was easy. Despite her skills and strength, she was still a little thing. He unhooked her wrists from the bar, rewarded by her throwing her bound arms around his neck and taking an aggressive kiss.
She tasted like fire and rainstorms, and he groaned against her lips.
As quickly as it washed over him, though, he woke back up. A glance over her shoulder showed Daniel grinning.
Kyle grasped Alison’s waist and shifted her backward. He allowed her to use her grip around him for balance as he situated her. Because of the spreader bar, she couldn’t get any ground, forced to rely on the alphas.
Which, he had to admit, he liked.
Daniel grasped his cock as they lined her up, and her whimper said they’d done it well.
She grasped Kyle, trying to keep herself from being lowered onto Daniel’s waiting cock, but it was a losing battle. Daniel gripped her around the waist, pulling her down slowly but surely, forcing her to take each inch of him into her ass. Once she had, he unhooked the bar and tossed it aside.
She had her face buried against Kyle’s throat, the stubborn woman.
“Remember, all you have to do is ask to stop,” Daniel said before taking her knees and spreading her legs wide.
And when Kyle pulled her arms from over his head, he could only grin at the sight.
Her cunt was spread out for him, drenched and open like a welcome sign. He dragged his thumb across his bottom lip, taking longer because she’d opened her eyes and was watching him nervously.
Daniel rocked his hips up, not able to get far, but any movement made her gasp.
Kyle winked once before stretching out on the bed between her legs.
He inhaled deeply, drawing her aroused scent into his lungs. “You’re so wet, sugar,” Kyle whispered just before he used his tongue to catch a taste. He didn’t go near her clit, didn’t even try to make it feel good for her. Instead, this was all for him.
His answering growl was ripped from his chest, that same possessive nature that always happened when he got a taste of her taking over him.
He scooted closer so he could get in good and deep, having every intention of driving her crazy with his tongue until she was crying and screaming and begging.
Or at least until she asked them to stop.
He pressed his tongue into her cunt first, stiffening it to get as deep as he could. She clenched around him, especially each time Daniel thrust up.
Kyle brought his fingers to her pussy, spreading her obscenely, wanting nothing to hide any of her from him. “You have a beautiful cunt,” he told her as he nibbled at the sensitive folds. “I think we need to take away all your clothing privileges when at home. I want to be able to reach down whenever I want and slip my fingers into you. I want you to have no idea I’m there until suddenly my lips are on your sweet little clit. Hell, maybe we’ll just tie you up all spread out again, and just leave you there. It’ll be like a piece of interactive art.”
She whined, frantic, when Kyle rubbed the tip of his tongue around her clit, under the hood. He teased her with his fingers as he spoke between the licks, between the soft bites.
“I like that idea.”
He didn’t need to turn to know that voice, the husky tone of Trent from the doorway.
Drawn in by her scent, no doubt. No one could resist a call like that.
Daniel lifted his hips hard, forcing Kyle to adjust his aim, not that he minded. The more she squirmed, the more Daniel jostled her, the more fun Kyle got to have exploring.
“Better yet, let’s blindfold her and use the headphones for real,” Daniel said.
Trent groaned loudly, closer now. “What do you think, pet? You’d get fucked and have no clue who it was. Never know whose fingers they were, whose tongue, whose cock. You’d be helpless, not even knowing if we were standing around, staring at that tight little cunt, or if we’d walked away.”
Alison went wild, shifting more, her erratic motions telling him she was almost there.
Poor girl thinks an orgasm is going to help.
He didn’t mind proving her wrong, so he focused his attention on her clit. When he let his gaze move up her body, he found Trent’s lips around her nipple, sucking hard enough for her to arch against it.
She snapped, every muscle going rigid inside her. They all stopped moving as she panted. Kyle blew a stream of cool air over her clit but didn’t touch, and Daniel kept his cock still.
Her chest rose and fell quickly, and as sated as she looked, she had an air of arrogance.
It only made Kyle grin.
“Seems like that wasn’t much of a lesson,” she said, her voice breathless. “I mean, not sure what I’ll learn from an orgasm. Seems like you did me a favor.”
“Did we?” Daniel held her thighs and lifted her, then pulled her back against him, causing his cock to thrust into her hard.
As if a bolt of electricity went through her, she reached out with her hands. Since they were cuffed, she misaimed and would have smacked Trent right in the face on accident.
Thankfully the man was quick, grabbing her hands before she broke another nose. He chuckled and pushed them up, clipping them to the metal work at the top of the headboard. She yanked, the action causing her to rise an inch, but Daniel used his grip to tug her back down and bury himself into her.
“You see,” Daniel snarled into her ear, “You get more sensitive each time you come. So me fucking your ass at first? No big deal. But this is after just one little orgasm. You still so certain you don’t want to tap out yet?”
And…he really wanted her to last longer. He hadn’t had this much fun in…
Hell, he had no idea. It was the first time in so long that he’d gotten to let go. With Trent there, especially, it felt like their old life, and even better, they had Alison. She wasn’t someone they had to worry about, that they had to tread softly around.
She had her hang-ups—they all did—but she persevered because she was tough. Playing with a woman who was steel had its advantages.
Doubt crept into her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.
Kyle grinned and leaned down, ready to tease her into another orgasm.
So the game continues.