Page 140 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
For a few minutes, we remained like that. Me on one side, Ian on the other, both of us watching as Dante feasted on Everly’s pussy, teasing her with soft licks and flicks of his skilled tongue. As the sun rose in the sky, so did the temperature in the room, the three of us focused on the woman who’d become the center of our world.
We were starting to come into our own where living together was concerned. Admittedly, being away from them was not something I was enjoying. Not sure I would ever get used to it either. The first trip we’d taken to watch over the LA debutante had been three days and at the time, it had felt like an eternity. Then we’d been home for two weeks, handling a few gigs locally, before another three-day trip. Again, it had been painfully long. Back for two more weeks and then we’d been off to New York. Two weeks away had been absolute hell. Which, perhaps, made waking up to this all the more sweeter.
“I think she’d like to return the favor,” I told Dante. “Straddle her chest. Feed her your cock.”
His eyes were heated as he did as instructed, carefully crawling up her body before hovering over her chest. He teased her lips with the swollen head before dipping it inside. While she focused on Dante, I crawled between her thighs, buried my face in her pussy. I made sure not to push her too close to the edge, wanting this to last a while. I’d missed them both and I had no desire to hurry this along.
Dante and Everly groaned in unison, their sweet sounds something I’d come to crave and certainly something I’d missed.
Not wanting to be selfish, I gave Ian a turn. He gladly took it, his tongue spearing Everly’s pussy while she used that sweet tongue to drive Dante crazy.
“I think I’ll take a shower now,” I told them, getting to my feet. “Dante, join me.”
“With pleasure, Master.”
Although I could’ve spent a couple of hours feasting on my beautiful fairy princess, I’d missed my Monday morning showers with Dante, and I had no intention of missing this one. I knew Everly would be well taken care of in Ian’s capable hands.
Dante was in the shower before me, the water heated when I joined him. He was on his knees, ass resting on his heels, something he was apt to do without suggestion or command. I’d come to expect it, enjoying the sight of him eagerly awaiting my attention, his eyes hot as they watched my every move. I took my time beneath the spray, stroking my cock firmly as he observed every firm caress of my hand.
I tapped the button that had all the heads spraying with water, warmth coming from every angle, filling the shower with steam. I stepped over to Dante, guided my cock into his mouth. He opened eagerly, his eyes closing as my cock tunneled past his lips, the water coming down over us both.
Slick and warm, I used his mouth for my own pleasure, taking what he offered in a way I knew he loved. My submissive had proven in the past month and a half that he wasn’t telling us what we wanted to hear when it came to his complete surrender. He craved our domination, and in those moments when we took away all control, he looked more at peace than I’d ever seen him.
It had taken some time to get used to, his past never far from my mind. And while I would never quite understand how his desires had formed, I didn’t question them, either. It all came down to trust. Since he’d proven to trust us with his care, I trusted him to know his limits.
Sliding my hands into his wet hair, I gripped firmly, tugging him up onto his knees while pushing my cock deep into his throat. I held him there for long seconds, released him. I repeated the movement again and again, my cock throbbing, pleasure blinding me, driving up my need.
I stepped to the side, my cock still buried in his throat as I dragged him by the hair. He moaned softly in approval. When I seated myself on the long bamboo bench that ran the length of the entire wall, I released him, pulled him in closer. I fucked his throat roughly, building the heat between us, igniting the flames.
Hand still fisted in his hair, I retrieved the lubricant someone had had the forethought to stash there. Ian, most likely.
I passed it over to Dante, pulling his mouth from my cock.
I didn’t have to tell him what I needed. He knew.
There was confidence in his movements as he stroked my cock, preparing me to take his ass.
When he had me generously lubed, I jerked his head and he stilled his hands.
