Page 143 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“That’s more like it,” he groaned, dipping his finger into my pussy. “Now you’re mine to do with as I please.”
“Always, my Alpha.”
He smacked my ass hard.
I swallowed the cry of ecstasy.
“When I want you to talk, I’ll tell you.”
Looked as though I wasn’t the only feisty one this morning.
“In fact, for the remainder of the day, I don’t want to hear a peep out of you. I’ll inform Isaac as well.” His smiled turned savage. “I think I’ll enjoy using you for a day without your input.”
I grinned back at him. Considering I was always sweet to them—usually on purpose because I loved seeing the way they reacted to it—keeping me quiet wasn’t necessarily a punishment. Just another form of control I gladly handed over.
Ian, kneeling near my ass, bent over and pressed his mouth to my pussy, devouring me like a starving man. Completely at his mercy, I wasn’t able to get close enough, and he was torturing me, never giving me what I needed. When he lifted his head, he pushed two fingers in my pussy, then dipped his thumb into my ass. He fucked me like that, his eyes locked with mine. I swallowed my moans, trying not to make a sound, but it wasn’t easy. The pleasure, although rough, was exquisite, my body greedy for more.
“Which shall I take this morning, little fairy? Your pussy or your ass?”
I didn’t say a word. I would gladly give him whatever pleasured him, because I knew he would give me the same in return.
However, Ian didn’t take either. Instead, he crawled off the bed and sauntered out of the room once more, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I remained like that for ten minutes before I heard footsteps approaching.
Ian returned, Dante with him. I didn’t smile, watching them as Ian instructed Dante to get on the bed.
While Dante joined me, kneeling near my butt, Ian rummaged through a drawer in his nightstand. He produced a bottle of lubricant and a thin vibrator.
“Prepare her ass for my cock,” Ian instructed. “Start by using your mouth. Then these.” He tossed the items onto the bed. “I’ll be back in ten minutes.” His eyes shifted to mine, locked. “You are not permitted to come.”
I nodded but remembered not to speak.
Obeying Ian’s instructions not to say a word, I kept my mouth closed even as Dante leaned forward, rimmed my ass with his tongue.
This was an intimate act we’d never engaged in, and while I’d had him inside me, this felt significantly taboo. But it didn’t seem weird the way I expected. Feeling his tongue on me, teasing, bringing those sensitive nerves to life was amazing. My breathing became labored, louder in the otherwise silent room. I had to wonder whether they had instructed him not to speak as well because he hadn’t said anything since he came into the room.
Dante’s fingers replaced his tongue as he lubed my asshole generously before he fucked me with the vibrator. It took everything in me not to make a sound. The sensation was overwhelming, my pussy growing wetter by the second as he gently worked my asshole with the toy.
“Time’s up,” Ian announced when he returned. “Hold the toy still.”
He did, and I could feel the vibrations all the way to my throat.
I was panting, my eyes focused on the ceiling in an effort to distract myself. It wasn’t working.
Ian addressed Dante. “Clean up in the bathroom, then have a seat in the living room. Do not touch yourself.”
Dante didn’t respond, confirming my suspicions that he’d been silenced as well.
“Such a pretty little ass.” His eyes were heated when he climbed naked onto the bed, kneeling once again. “It’s going to look even better stuffed with my cock.”
I held his stare as he positioned himself, slowly pushing inside me, stretching the tight ring until pain ricocheted along every nerve ending. He filled me, held himself still as he burrowed as deep as he could go, giving my body a chance to relax and adjust to his girth.
Ian remained there as he reached up, grabbed the top of the headboard, bending my body to his will before he lifted his hips, slammed down into me. Again and again, he punished my ass with every brutal thrust. I tried to remain quiet but failed miserably. Grunts and groans escaping as he roughly fucked my ass, driving into me harder, deeper. He ignored my pussy, taking his own pleasure from me. Every time I made a sound, he drove into me harder, until he roared low in his throat, his hips stilling as he came deep inside me.
He was breathless when he pulled out. With one quick peck on my lips, he left me there, restrained to the bed, still achy, needy.
So fucking horny.
And when he walked out of the room once again, I resigned myself to my fate.
