Page 46 of Under His Command
“Safe word,” he demands, pulling me farther into the room inch by inch.
“It’s…” I breathe in, eyeing the other man sitting in one of Rowan’s armchairs. “Pink.”
A deep, approving rumble escapes Rowan’s chest as he takes the bowl from my hand and places it on his office desk.
“Say hello to my friend, angel.”
I gulp, forcing a smile as I understand exactly what Rowan wants to do.
The man—a solid wall of muscle with years of austere conditions and habits etched on his features—looks back at me, smirking, his cheek nestled into the cradle of his hand as his elbow supports him on the armrest.
“H-Hello,” I whisper.
Behind me, I hear Rowan taking a seat on the adjacent armchair, leaving me to stand in between them like prey. I turn to look at him, a plea in my eyes for him to tell me what to do, so I can stop feeling awkward.
Lifting his chin to meet my gaze, he pats his leg, saying, “Come here.”
I hurry into his arms, lowering myself to sit on his lap, fully aware that his friend is watching me.
“You don’t want to eat?” I ask as he positions me to face the man instead of cradling him.
Rowan’s hands roam freely across my bare legs, dipping under the edges of my nightgown until he reaches the sides of my panties.
“Oh, I’ll eat. And so will Leon.” He flicks my ear with his tongue, whispering, “Just not the pasta.”
Pulling my panties down to the middle of my thighs, my breathing quickens, and I close my eyes in a futile attempt to hide myself from Leon’s persistent gaze.
“Say your safe word, angel.”
But I surprise myself—and him—when I place my hands on top of his, slowly pulling down my panties until they slide off my legs and onto the floor. I’m naked under the sheer layer of silk barely covering me, and it makes my pussy wet just thinking about it.
I shake my head against his chest.
“That so?” He grunts in my ear, spreading my legs with his hands and keeping them locked in place with his knees. “In that case…” He pulls my nightgown up, revealing my sleek pussy while I squirm with arousal in his lap. “She’s all yours, Leon.”
Leon’s low chuckle fills the room before he tilts his glass backward, gulping the rest of whatever liquid he had left. He lowers himself to the floor, watching my pussy before he looks up into my nervous eyes. Is he going to touch me? What is he going to do?
I look away, embarrassed, feeling another hand stroking the skin on my inner thigh. And another one. And then Rowan’s hands poking under my nightgown, squeezing my bare breasts.
I suck in a breath, my nipples so hard they’re practically grazing Rowan’s skin, my pussy leaking with arousal into his lap. I’m making a mess on his clothes. Fuck.
Leon’s hair brushes against my legs, and I moan from the tickling sensation while I bury my head in the crook of Rowan’s neck.
“You’re doing so well, angel. Don’t move. He’s going to make you feel really good. Aren’t you, Leon?”
Leon doesn’t have to answer with words. Because as soon as his tongue touches my clit, I jolt in Rowan’s arms, moaning, legs shaking as the pleasure starts building up. Rowan uses his strength to pin me down to his body, whispering more praise into my ear as Leon licks me where I need it most. Soft. Hard. Slow. Fast. In every way that hits the right places, and in every way that makes my body come alive for the two of them.
This is crazy. I don’t know this man. I’m cheating on my boyfriend right now, and he’s letting me. No, he’s indulging me. How can I—
“Ahhh,” I moan when Leon’s fingers dip inside my pussy, curling them upward as they reach the depths of my pulsing channel. My legs twitch uncontrollably, but Rowan’s knees continue to hold me in place. I am completely at their mercy, with no way to move even if I wanted to.
But I don’t want to. God, I really fucking don’t.
“Rowan—” I plead, because calling Leon’s name would be completely obscene.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against my skin, sending goose bumps all over my body. “Is he making your pussy come? Do you enjoy having my friend eat you up? Tell me.”
“Y-Yes,” I squirm harder, shameless in my attempt to rub my pussy against Leon’s tongue and getting frustrated when I’m unable to do so. Rowan’s grasp on my limbs is so tight I can barely move.
