Page 145 of Jace
“Vendu!” Delphine sings and Grant translates, “She’s sold.”
“Hang on.” I raise my hand, laughing. “Um,Istill have to be initiated.”
Jace lowers his camera, his smile focused on me. “She’s right. It’s Vivian’s turn.”
“Andthat’sour boundary.” Cutely, Vale smacks my ass. The queens break apart before she pulls me into a hug, whispering in my ear, “It’s been so heartbreaking, watching Jace not have you, and so heartwarming finally seeing you two together. You make the perfect queen for him.” She angles back, winking. “And more.”
She and Nash leave before the night turns lustful.
“So beautiful,”Jace murmurs huskily, adjusting his focus. “Now, lower a strap on your dress.”
The white velvet over my throne’s seat is warm against my bare thighs. But it’s nothing to the liquid heat between my thighs.
The queens sit with their kings on their thrones while Jace takes boudoir shots of me on mine.
This is his fantasy and my redemption. I feel more than sexy, I feel worshipped. It’s emboldening letting the others watch me tug the strap off my shoulder, letting it fall to expose my breast.
“Good girl.” Jace’s voice darkens. “Now look at me.”
I do. I know every boudoir pose, thrilled by my nipples hardening as I demurely bite my fingernail and gaze at him, cooing, “Like this, Daddy?”
“Fuck yes,” he rasps. “Such a good girl for me.” Jace’s dick juts rock hard under his briefs. “Now show us how sexy you are.”
I lower my other strap, letting the silk drape over my arms as I look away, coquettish and aroused to be topless in front of everyone.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jace murmurs, moving to catch different angles of my taut pebbled nipples. “Like sin wrapped in silk.”
I lift my dress, spreading my legs, but coyly tug at the center hem to cover my soaked panties. Jace takes the shot while I tease, “But what if I want to take off the silk and sin?”
“Goddamn, Viv.” He lowers his camera, a spot of precum blooming through his boxers. “You want to show me your pretty pussy?”
I know why he’s asking, why he needs to be sure, and I am with him. Especially in front of the kings and queens.
“Please.” I rise from my throne, letting my silk slip pool at my feet. I know my little, lace-trimmed white cotton panties drive him wild as I tug my ponytail free, swishing out my mane as I saunter over toward the platform.
Lying back, I rest on my elbows, facing his camera as I arch my spine. Pointing my toes, I bend one knee and elongate my neck, tossing my hair back. It’s a sultry pose of curves, accentuating my aroused peaks as Jace nears, taking more shots.
Then I roll over and get on my knees, lowering to my elbows as I flip my hair to the side and arch my back again for him, begging into his lens, “Please, my king, take my panties off.”
Jace stands at the foot of the platform, holding the camera in one hand, his other palm caressing my ass. I love how he protects me. “You want Daddy to take your panties off in front of everyone?”
“Yes, sir,” I coo, the slick slit of my arousal about to be revealed.
He tugs them down, lewdly leaving my ass displayed but my coy pussy covered, his camera clicking away.
“Please, my king”—I arch my back even more—“take them off and let everyone see how wet I am for you.”
Jace drags my panties down to where they hug my thighs, lust nibbling at my exposed clit.
It feels so dirty and delicious, posing like this.
I glance over and stifle a moan at Axel reclining on his throne. He’s removed his white boxers, his steely cock jutting, hard and hungry, with Ruby proudly stroking it at the show we’re giving.
Jace hears my moan at their desire and demands, “Now, be a good girl and rest your cheek on the leather while you reach back and spread your pussy open for us.”
Oh my god.
Us.
