Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74196 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Smooth.” I shake my head, smiling. God, he really is so handsome. He winks at me, that extra bit of devilishness and playfulness unique to him alone.
“I love you,” I say, awash in happiness.
There’s warmth at my spine and I lean my head back against Milo’s chest as he moves in behind me. “And I love you.”
“I know.” Milo kisses the back of my head. “We love you too.”
Then the three of us dance together as the song finishes and Louis Armstrong sings La Vie en Rose next. Janus sways my hips effortlessly, intimately. His hand holds mine, elbows bent close to our bodies. He nuzzles my face with his.
“God, you always smell so good,” he breathes out.
“So, so good,” Milo says into my hair. He inhales deep.
I feel so cherished between them. It’s the perfect dance.
“You all are beautiful,” comes Leander’s voice from the doorway as the song comes to an end. “But if we’re going to play, I have some different music in mind.”
I giggle. “By all means.” I glance at Janus. “I believe this was just meant to be the seduction.”
“You know me so well,” Janus says as he nuzzles my cheek again. “It’s just been too long since we danced.”
These men melt my heart. I bow my head against his chest as Leander changes out the music.
I don’t recognize the music this time, but Leander always knows how to set the right mood. A dark, thumping beat begins. And when a breathy woman’s voice starts to sing, matched in harmony by a man’s growling one, the hairs on my arm rise. The way their voices play and tangle in and out with one another are a promise of what’s about to come.
Leander walks around behind me and moments later, he’s slipping the ball gag I picked out earlier back in my mouth.
A wave of complete relaxation washes over my body. Just like it does every time he takes complete control.
I didn’t even realize how much I needed it until this moment. And just, oh thank God.
I was able to give Milo what he needed the other night and it was fun, but it’s… all just been a lot lately. On top of always having to be on with the kids, keeping so many balls in the air constantly, never able to let a single thing drop—
Dear God, if for just one night I can turn it all off. If I don’t have to be the one responsible for everything, or anything—
“Strip her.” Leander’s firm, commanding voice gives me permission for further release.
And I allow myself to go all but limp in their arms as three sets of hands begin to strip me. I’m not actually limp. I’ll be an active participant tonight.
But my mind is finally able to be limp. To be free. It’s the greatest gift in the world one person can give to another. And it requires absolute trust. Which I have, absolutely, in my men.
I am safe.
I am home.
Gagged here, about to be fucked in more ways than I can imagine considering some of the toys we just bought…
As my bra drops to the floor and I stand naked in the center of the room, I feel free.
“Help her step into the clit-sucker panties, but don’t turn it on yet,” Leander orders. “She’s going to be our pretty little slave tonight.”
Milo bends down and lifts my right leg to get my foot through one hole of the lace panties, then the other. His fingertips skim up my calves and my thighs as he arranges them in place.
I shudder a little, both in anticipation and cold. The hard silicone object settles neatly against my clitoris, and the thong part slips up my butt crack.
Naturally Janus is there to help it into place, pulling my cheeks wide apart and running his forefinger from my anus up my crack to help settle it. I shiver again and my ass bucks out towards his touch.
“We’re pulling out all the stops tonight,” Leander says from my left. When did he move over there? He tugs on the tight strap of my ball gag.
“We want you to scream with helplessness from all we do to you. Your only way out is to snap your fingers. Because I’m going to blindfold you now. You won’t know whose hands are doing what. I want you lost in the dark shadows of pleasure. I want you so deep in subspace you don’t even know which hole is getting fucked anymore.”
Oh God, yes.
“But before I do,” he says darkly, “I wanted you to see the additional attachment we got for the gag.”
And then in front of my eyes, he holds up a leather-bound O-ring. My eyes widen with surprise and excitement. “So after you’ve screamed your little heart out into the gag, then I’m going to swap it out so you can gag on one of our cocks while we fuck all your holes at once.”