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“If you’re a good boy.”

Jasper licks me again, his groan resonating through me as he ends with a tiny suck to my aching clit.

“I can be good,” Lambert murmurs, dropping his head to the hollow of my throat as his hand comes up to graze a teasing touch over the upper slope of my breast. A heartbeat later, his lips trace the same path, and I shiver. He unties the bow at my hip, and my top falls open, revealing a blood-red corset beneath.

Two very masculine noises of approval thrum through the heated air. Lambert presses an open-mouthed kiss to the exposed skin of my left breast, sucking lightly in time with Jasper on my clit until I gasp. My nails have to be cutting into their scalps by now, but it only seems to spur their eagerness. By the time Lambert pulls away, there’s a tiny red love bite on my skin.

I release him just long enough to run my fingers over the runeform I inked into the fabric over my navel. It flares, and the laces un-thread themselves. The stiffened panels fall away, and Lambert is right there, cupping my breasts in his hands like they’re precious. He sucks my right nipple into his mouth, worshipping it with his tongue while Jasper strokes along the seam of my pussy in question.

“Yes,” I tell him. “Fuck me with your fingers.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, sliding two straight into me and working them in and out slowly.

Stars, yes.

“More,” I demand. “Don’t stop.”

Lambert sucks a little harder, his thumb and finger pinching my neglected nipple as Jasper obeys, adding a third finger to the mix, stretching, pumping. My breathing turns ragged as my peak approaches, and Jasper strums my clit with his tongue, each stroke sending me higher. Higher.

Lambert turns my head so my cheek is pressed against the door, abandoning my breasts to murmur, “Let him hear you, boss.”

I come with a cry, and if it’s a little louder than normal, who can blame me? Jasper’s touches switch, becoming gentle, bringing me down from the high with the same exquisite care, then he moves away. Cold air rushes to fill his place as he lowers my other leg to the ground and helps me turn.

I don’t understand what they’re doing until my forearms are braced on the tapestry-covered door, my face inches away from it and my ass stuck out in their direction.

Lambert’s tattooed cock slides home in one long thrust, scorching me from the inside.

“Yes!” I scream, both at the suddenness and the rightness that is being claimed by him.

“Boss. Fuck. You’re dripping.” His hands land on my hips, fingers digging in as his cock flexes inside me. “Stop clenching like that or I’m gonna come before we even start.”

“You don’t come until I do,” I demand. “Now fuck me, Lambert. Hard.”

If our voices are a little louder than usual, who cares?

My head drops as he pulls out, then slams back inside, making my breasts bounce. A glint of gold distracts me. Jasper’s caged cock is inches from my mouth. I lean over to brush a kiss to the warm metal, making him shudder right along with me.

“Please, Mistress,” he begs. “Don’t tease.”

My lips quirk, only to part on another moan as Lambert’s next thrust rubs directly over a sensitive spot inside me. Everything south of my navel sparks and fizzes as I press open-mouthed kisses to Jasper’s dick, then lower to suck lightly at the tight skin of his balls.

“So pretty and good for me,” I praise. “All mine.”

“Yours,” he promises. “Please, Mistress. Please unlock me.”

“Mmm. Not yet.”

I shift, bracing myself with my left arm over my head so I can slip the forefinger of my right hand into my mouth, getting it nice and wet as I meet his eyes.

His have gone unfocused with arousal, and he watches as I cup his heavy sack, rubbing my finger backwards until I find the pucker of his ass. I stroke over it once, then twice, reassured when his head falls back.

He likes this.

Lambert’s thrusts slow, but I don’t mention it. We’re both entranced by what I’m doing.

“You’re goin’ tae kill me,” Jasper mutters under his breath as I slip my finger into the soft, clasping heat of his ass.

“Lobiretimi,” I murmur.


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