Page 224 of Librarian

“I can work with that,” Lambert promises, his lips trailing lower until he’s kissing my breast through the lace, cupping the other like he’s offering it to the three men circling the bed like sharks.

His hot, wet mouth covers one nipple, tongue laving it until my breasts ache. Then he switches sides, leaving the damp fabric to cool as he works its twin into a hard little point.

“Please, Mistress.” Jasper’s words are a groan. “Let me make you come.”

I look for North, prepared for him to forbid me from orgasming without permission, but he’s not where I left him.

Instead, he’s leaning over the wooden dining table with a pen in his hand and his grimoire out, but he’s still watching.

He must be in a good mood because he nods. “Come on his face. You’re going to need it.”

With those ominous words, he returns to whatever runeform he’s drawing. I sink down onto Jasper’s mouth. His beard ticklesmy inner thighs as he dives right in, licking me through the fabric. No buildup, no teasing, just eager enthusiasm.

“Fucking delicious,” he moans.

My breath catches, and I reach for his fly, popping open the buttons to expose the gold of his cage and his heavy sack to the warm air.

“Lobiretimi.”

The filigree unwinds, letting his cock spring free. The length of him is already rising, swelling to readiness before I’ve even touched him. I lean down, dislodging Lambert, and dart my tongue out for a taste. Jasper moans against my clit in response.

I smile against the warm, velvety skin of his dick, then dip to take the head into my mouth.

“You started without me.” Pierce sounds unimpressed, but Lambert—who’s switched to stroking my back as I torment Jasper—just shrugs.

“You snooze, you lose, dude.”

Jasper’s cock falls from my lips as I sit up, running my hands down the sides of the bustier, fingers gliding over the silky pearls. “This is beautiful. Thank you.”

Pierce’s smile is soft. “It will look better on the floor while I’m fucking you.”

North grins. “Finally, something we can agree on.”

“Let her have her fun first.” Leo leans back against the wall of the house.

Jasper’s fingers tug the lace thong aside, and I groan as his tongue makes contact with my pussy.

“Suck my clit,” I order, and his cock jerks happily in my hand as he complies.

Something shiny and silver sails over my head, and Lambert catches it.

“She was complaining I never got her any presents,” North comments.

The other man opens his hand and reveals a solid metal plug, the flared base engraved with four letters.

SLUT.

I glance up at him. It’s not a small plug. The neck is wider than the ones we’ve played with in the past and the metal is weightier than those silicone toys. Everything south of my navel clenches, and Jasper groans as my interest soaks his face.

Lambert sees the trepidation in my expression and winks at me. “Can I play with your ass, boss?”

The request is earnest. He’ll chuck the plug back at North’s head if I even look the slightest bit unsure. I lean back down, lapping at the head of Jasper’s cock to distract myself.

“Only if you promise to fuck it afterwards.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He grins like he’s won a magiball game.

Someone tosses Lambert some lube, and I busy myself with Jasper’s cock, taking him as deep as I can, rocking my pussy against his face.