Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Oh, no, sweet girl,” Sasha coaxed, stroking a hand over my hair. “This is the only room that has toys for us.”
“Toys?” I asked. “What do you do to relax?”
Katrina pressed her front to my back, reaching around to untie the bow between my breasts. “Why don’t you let us show you?”
Her lips sucked the lobe of my ear, ending with a sharp bite that shot straight to my nipples, just in time for her to tug the lacy material away to present them to Sasha.
“Look at those pretty tits,” Sasha whispered. “They look so hard, it hurts. Let me kiss them better.”
Katrina kissed down my neck while her hands cupped my curves and offered them up for Sasha to flick with her tongue. The two women worshipped my body as they slowly undressed me. I slid my eyes closed and tried to imagine what the Voyeur saw. Three beautiful women with soft curves pressed together, full lips against silky flesh, elegant fingers caressing every inch of skin.
I tried to see it, but when I closed my eyes, all I saw was Atlas leaned back in a chair, his legs spread wide, doing nothing to hide the long, hard length pushing against his slacks. When the girls shifted me to the bed, I opened my eyes and froze. The dark eyes I’d just imagined watched me now as if I’d conjured him.
Sasha and Katrina hadn’t noticed my shock and continued to guide me back on the bed, but I could barely focus on anything but him. He hadn’t turned the lights all the way down, leaving enough light to let me know it was him watching me. When his lips tipped in the most devious, gloating smile, I should have rolled my eyes and ignored him. Instead, my pussy gushed, imagining those filthy lips following through on the promises they made earlier. Fuck. Why hadn’t I let him go down on me before? Maybe then I wouldn’t be so enraptured with the thought of it all.
Katrina held my wrists and directed them over my head to bind them to the bed.
“What are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.
“Helping you relax. You worked so hard today,” Sasha explained while she hooked her fingers in my panties and tugged off my last remaining piece of clothing. She spread my legs and pressed featherlight kisses down my thighs. When she dropped low enough, Atlas came back into view, just in time for me to watch him stroke his length through his pants.
Yes. I loved how affected he was. I bit my lip, holding back the demand he take it out and show me. It was bad enough I kept looking at him. I’d completely ruin the scene if I actually spoke to him. Our job was to perform and act like the Voyeur wasn’t there—but I couldn’t look away. Sasha’s soft tongue pressed between my pussy and licked all the way to my clit with a hum of pleasure. I almost forgot about Katrina until a sharp twist to my nipple brought my attention back to her.
“These fucking tits,” she murmured. “I’ve been watching them bounce with every step you took, and all I wanted was to rip your shirt off and play with your nipples until you come. Would you like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please.”
She leaned down and sucked my hardened bud, letting me relax before biting the tip. I cried out, jerking closer for more.
“But first, a toy.” She held up a vibrator with a flat larger base.
“What is that?” I asked, playing the part of the innocent new maid.
“We’ll show you,” Katrina said, passing it to Sasha. “Why don’t you put it in, and I’ll stay up here.”
Sasha gave me a devious wink and flicked her tongue in the perfect spot. She adjusted her body enough to create a view. It should have turned me on that one woman played with my breasts, and another ate me out. All while slowly working a toy up my ass, but what had me on edge the most was the hungry look of the man across the room. He saw it all, and I loved it.
Fuck, this was torture.
I couldn’t take it.
My body trembled. I writhed on the bed, pushing hard into Katrina’s hands—harder against Sasha’s mouth, moaning when the toy stretched me with a pinch of pain. All under his gaze. The abyss lay ahead, and I bent my knees to jump—to let it swallow me whole.
“Stop.” The deep voice crossed the gap and lassoed me in place, keeping me from falling over.
“What?” I shrieked.
Voyeurs weren’t supposed to talk. Even more shocking was how Katrina and Sasha listened.
“What are you doing?” I asked them.
“Leave,” Atlas commanded.
“What?” I cried again.
I stared slack-jawed as both women got up, giving me a little finger wave and devilish smile before leaving.