Page 142 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
I had tried to figure out why that was, giving up long ago because nothing made sense. It had nothing to do with trust because I trusted all three of them with my life. They’d proven I could. However, I needed that separation for whatever reason.
I was still kissing Everly when Ian returned to the room. He was wearing shorts and nothing else.
“You’re needed in the kitchen,” he told me as he approached. “Neither of you is allowed to get dressed today. Understood?”
“Yes, my Alpha,” Everly said when I crawled off of her.
“Of course, Master,” I said with a smile.
Before I could stroll past him, Ian grabbed my arm, jerked me toward him, then pressed his mouth to mine.
“Good morning, Master,” I whispered when he released me.
“That’s better.”
My thoughts exactly.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he called out as I was walking into the hallway. “Keep some lube handy. In every room. You’re going to need it today.”
I grinned. “I’ll be ready and waiting, Master.”
In the kitchen, I found Isaac sitting on the counter, a bowl of cereal in his hands. At his feet, Bo was peering up at him hopefully. Good thing I’d taught the dog not to beg, otherwise, he likely would’ve been on the counter, lapping at the milk that was not his.
I held up a palm when Bo looked my way, silently signaling him to stay. He responded with a disappointed whimper but remained where he was.
It was then that Isaac’s head lifted, and he swallowed.
“My cock needs your mouth,” he said simply before resuming to eat his breakfast.
Without resistance or hesitance, I made my way over, with his help, managed to pull his shorts down his hips, then took his cock in my mouth. I worshipped him with my tongue while he ate, his attention seemingly on the cereal. His cock gave him away, hardening beneath my ministrations.
“Enough,” he finally said.
I took a step back, then took his bowl when he passed it over. He hopped down, righted his shorts, then headed out of the room.
“May I have breakfast, Master?”
“You may.”
He disappeared down the basement stairs.
I was left holding his cereal bowl, my cock hard and throbbing, a huge grin plastered across my face.
This was going to be a good day.
Everly
Being woken up this way was always a thrill.
Granted, it wasn’t as often as I would’ve liked now that Ian and Isaac were back into a steady routine of work, but I knew I’d be treated to it for at least a few days. Longer if I was lucky.
“I’m considering keeping you there all day,” Ian informed me when he crawled back onto the bed. “Ready for me to use anytime I want.”
“I serve at your pleasure, my Alpha.”
He smirked. “We’ll see if you feel that way when the day is done.”
Oh, I would. I knew that much. Didn’t matter that I could see the wicked glint in his pretty eyes. My Masters were on a mission today, and I could only imagine what they had in store for me and Dante. They’d done this the last time they’d been gone. And that had only been for a few days. These past two weeks had been brutally long, so I could only imagine what they were up to now. At the time I’d thought it had been a treat for us, but I was starting to suspect it was as much for them.
“Tell me how much you missed me, little fairy,” Ian ordered, his voice rough as he knelt between my legs, kissed my belly, then slowly glided up toward my chest, pausing long enough to bite each of my nipples.
“So much, my Alpha.” I cried out, thrusting my chest forward, not wanting him to stop.
“Feisty this morning?”
It was a question he’d asked me before, one that was meant to find out my mood, my preference. Sure, there were times neither of them cared what I had in mind. I enjoyed those times, too. Loving them when they were sweet and when they were rough.
Then again, they’d been known to ask the question, find out my answer, and give me the opposite of what I hoped for. Either way, I was never disappointed.
As for this morning, I was definitely feeling feisty. Perhaps it was because I’d had all three of their mouths on me and I’d been left wanting. Whatever it was, I wasn’t in the mood for sweet and gentle. Ultimately his decision, I still opted for the truth.
“Very feisty, my Alpha.”
His green eyes heated as he leaned over me, his mouth inches above mine.
“I like my girl feisty,” he whispered, leaning down and kissing me softly.
That sweetness lasted all of a second before he growled, crushing his lips to mine in a bruising kiss that had me squirming beneath him.
He pulled back, chuckled, then reached for something on the headboard. Since my arms were already secured, I knew exactly what he was doing, was in no position to resist. I moaned as he roughly secured my ankles to the restraints attached to the headboard. The way they were connected bent me nearly in half, my legs spread wide, ankles even with my head.
