Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
“Tell him how much you want it.” Emir’s fingers dug into my hips and pulled me back.
“I don’t ever want him to stop fucking me.” An antagonistic smile slanted my mouth. “I want him to come inside me.”
Behind me, Emir groaned. “Leif? Should I?”
“Let me think.” Neil considered. “Chloe? Are you going to come again?”
“Yes,” I ground out reluctantly. Because when he asked that, it could only mean one thing.
He was going to deny me.
“When she’s close, pull out,” he said with a sadistic smile.
“I should help her along, yes?” Emir asked, slipping his hand beneath me to play with my clit. I bucked and tried to get away from his hand. The longer I kept myself from coming, the longer I could have him inside me. Which was really a cruel choice, because I wanted both at the same time.
I tried to relax, to keep Emir from feeling my impending orgasm in the telltale flutters of my cunt, but it was involuntary. As I ascended to my peak, he pulled out.
Neil was there in an instant, grabbing me around the waist and hauling me up to his chest. He dragged me from the bed and bent me over the round, padded end of the recamier.
“Stay there,” he growled. “If you move, you won’t come again tonight.”
My body ached for the climax he’d denied me, so even though the odd posture made my legs tremble with fatigue, I didn’t dare move.
“You’re so obedient,” Emir said with a chuckle. “Good girl.”
He wasn’t my Sir, so I felt totally justified in sticking my tongue out at him.
“Does that count as moving?” Emir asked with a laugh.
I heard the doors of the toy cabinet open, and the unmistakable clanking of shackles. “Hmm?” Neil asked, and I was grateful he hadn’t seen my transgression.
“It was nothing,” Emir told him, then, with a nod, said, “Oh, yes, the large one.”
The large what?
Neil stepped up behind me and toed my feet apart. “Spread.” He slapped my ass, so there was no misunderstanding what he meant.
I reached behind me, my face burning at the thought of Emir seeing me like this. I could object and stop the entire thing, but there was no way I would. I wanted to see how far I would go.
It was always about seeing how far I could go, or how far I could make Neil go.
I pulled my cheeks apart, and Neil spit a glob of saliva onto my asshole. That was all I got before the cold point of a glass butt plug pushed into me. It was the big one, I realized with a sob of pain.
“Say thank you,” he ordered.
“Thank you, Sir,” I whimpered through clenched teeth as the full width stretched me before my opening snugged up around the narrow neck of the plug. This wasn’t preparation, by any means; it was a tease of the pain I would feel later.
He unbuttoned his shirt and stripped it from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor. “You can kneel on that.”
I did as he told me, and he picked up a pair of shackles from the end of the bed. He restrained my hands behind my back. “This way you can’t touch yourself while I’m sucking his cock.”
Damn it! I loved watching Neil suck Emir’s cock. Of course I would want to touch myself while watching that. My thighs flexed against each other.
“On the bed, or right there, in front of her?” Emir asked, lifting one eyebrow.
“If you give me that pillow,” Neil said with a rueful laugh. “And promise to offer me a hand up. I’m not as young as I used to be.”
Thank god for that. I wasn’t sure if I could have handled Neil in his prime.
Emir tossed a pillow on the floor, so close that I would be able to feel the heat from their bodies.
“I think you enjoyed making me jealous,” Neil scolded. “Now aren’t you sorry?”
He knelt in front of Emir and gripped the other man’s cock in his fist, pumping up and down the length. A shiver skated down my spine.
Growing up in a torturously isolated Midwestern town, I’d never had a lot of exposure to man-on-man sex. My friend Jess and I had looked it up on the internet one time, and quickly slammed her laptop shut in a fit of giggles. Before I’d gotten together with Neil, watching my husband go down on another guy had never figured into my sexual fantasies.
Then again, a lot of stuff hadn’t figured into my sexual fantasies before Neil.
You also didn’t get to live any of those sexual fantasies out, I reminded myself as I watched my Sir slide his open mouth along the underside of Emir’s cock. Before I’d met Neil, I hadn’t even been into sex all that much. Then, I’d met him at a gate at LAX, and now, nine years later, I was on my knees, cuffed and plugged, watching him suck another man’s cock.