Page 19 of Little Music of Night

All I could do was nod as I drowned in every sensation. Pleasure battered me, wave after wave, Erik’s tongue fucking me as if it were a cock. I cried out as he reached up for my hand, guiding my fingertips to my clit.

Nothing had ever felt this good before. I started to rub myself furiously, focusing on the way his tongue felt and how Ray’s grip on me was unwavering. My nipples stiffened, my heart thrashing, my voice growing louder until I was certain all my neighbors would hear it. But, I didn’t care. I didn’t care if the whole neighborhood knew I was getting fucked right now.

Finally, I hit my peak, screaming as I came. My orgasm shattered my body, everything clenching, my muscles spasming around them.

“Good girl,” Ray murmured against my ear. “You did so good for us, angel. I knew you were made for us.”

Erik kept lapping at me until he was satisfied and then he rose up. I realized that he hovered over the floor, never touching the ground.

“How do you feel?” Ray asked.

“Perfect,” I sighed, my eyes closing. More than perfect, and yet . . . “I want more. But . . . Well, you see, I have my own wants. It might be too much to ask for.”

“Nothing is too much to ask for,” Erik said, stepping closer to us. He pushed us back until Ray bumped against the counter. “What do you want?”

My heart was still pounding in my chest. I’d just come harder than I ever had before. And yet here I was, staring my phantom in the face and wanting to tell him about my kinks.

“I want to tell you no,” I whispered. “But I don’t want you to stop. It’s called CNC. Consensual non-consent. I want . . . to fight against both of you and to be ravaged between you anyway. No one has ever wanted to try that and I understand?—”

“We will,” Ray interrupted. “I want that too.”

Erik tilted his head, his gaze on Ray. “Made for us,” he whispered. “It just so happens that CNC is something your kindgentlemanloves.”

6 /PRIMA DONNA

Ray

All the fear I’d felt, all the doubts, all the concerns—they all went up in smoke as Christy sat on the edge of the bed.

Before we went any further, we really needed clear outlines. Especially with the sort of sex she was asking for, and what I wanted to do to her.

She was beautiful, flushed from her orgasm, her knees together as if she could hide herself from us. My cock throbbed, begging to be deep inside her already, but I was a hell of lot more patient than my mate.

Erik sometimes went too far. I’d worried he was doing so earlier, but Christyliked it.She liked that part of him far more than I could have ever guessed she would.

I still wanted breakfast with her. I wanted to talk to her for hours and listen to her sing. Hearing her practice in the evenings while she made herself dinner had become my favorite activity since she’d entered our lives. I’d linger, listen, and watch.

But now here she was, within our ghostly grasps.

“CNC is one of my kinks,” I said.

“He also enjoys restraining with rope or ribbons or cuffs.”

I shot Erik a dirty look. He was far too fucking smug right now. I knew he felt like he’d won, although it wasn’t as if we’d even made a bet. What a fucking dick. Sometimes I hated how much I loved him and how much he got me off.

And how well he knew me.

“I also enjoy impact play,” I said. “I like . . . Well, I like using canes. But they’re rather harsh and leave marks.”

“I like marks.” She swallowed hard. “I mean, I cannot have them in certain places with my job. But all the clothing I wear, it’s not as if my thighs or ass are shown. I like the idea of being marked and feeling the sting the next day. It would make me happy.”

I did want to make her happy, didn’t I?

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to temper the demon inside me. To convince myself to take things slow. But it was a worthless battle at this point.

“I want to be collared,” she whispered. “I want . . . I love pain. It turns me on. Without a doubt, I’m a masochist. And I love submission too, because it means I don’t have to make decisions for a while.”

“I think our kinks mesh very well,” Erik said. “I would like for you to use the safe wordredif you are able to speak. And if you are unable to speak, to tap one of our bodies like this.”