Page 128 of Their Naughty Student (Office Intrigue Duet 6)
Once she was naked, she lowered herself to the floor, her movements fluid, elegant. As though she was dancing. She uncurled her petite body until she was flat on her back, her legs spreading wide, toes pointed, her pussy on display for our viewing pleasure. Her arms stretched out above her head, hands resting elegantly on the floor as she thrust her chest upward. I admired the softy, curvy lines of her body.
“Very nice,” Ian noted. He was relaxed on the sofa, one arm stretched across the back, his attention fully focused on her as though he was watching the evening news. “Now ass position.”
In a graceful flow of limbs, Everly curled up, rolled over onto her hands and knees, her delectable ass facing us at all times. Her knees went wide, chest lowering to the floor, her tiny rosebud on full display, her pussy lips flowering open.
There was no need to deny I was turned on by her. Every lean inch of her body was soft and smooth, begging for my hands, my tongue, my cock. But I was nothing if not controlled, so I remained where I was.
“What did you have in store for her?” I prompted Ian.
“Since she’s been a good girl, I thought I’d let her perform for us.”
That was an intriguing idea.
Ian smirked, then got to his feet. He moved over to Everly, standing at her side before leaning over and sliding his fingers along her slit. “She’s wet already.”
She moaned softly as he teased her, fondling her clit, dipping a single finger inside her.
I didn’t need to ask his thoughts on this particular submissive. Since we were kids, we’d had a connection. Some called it a twin bond. Whatever it was, I was in tune with my brother on nearly every level. Didn’t matter the proximity, I always knew when something happened to him. Happy, sad, angry. His emotions coursed through me as though we were one.
And while there were many people who wouldn’t understand our unconventional needs, my brother and I had never made excuses for them. We were looking for submissives of our own. Yes, one for each of us. Submissives we would share. Which meant, we were looking for two we would each connect with and who would connect with one another. Like I said, unconventional. But necessary, all the same.
“Wait pose, princess,” Ian instructed as he stood tall and returned to the sofa.
Again, Everly easily repositioned so that she was on her knees and her toes, hands clasped behind her back, her eyes on Ian as she awaited her next command.
“Did you enjoy that, little fairy?” I asked, realizing my pet name for her had slipped out.
If she’d been surprised by it, she didn’t show it. “Yes, Sir, I did. Very much.” Her eyes locked on Ian’s face. “Thank you, Master Ian.”
“You’re very welcome, princess.” He nodded toward the machine as he held out the bottle of lubricant. “Prepare the toy.”
“May I stand, Master Ian? Or shall I remain on my knees?”
“Knees,” he said, his eyes glittering as he cut them to me.
Yeah, I knew how much he liked this one. Despite the large pool of options, it was rare to find a submissive who was this eager to please her Masters.
She took the bottle of lubricant Ian held out, thanked him once more before she slowly, seductively lubed the fake dildo. When she passed the bottle back, Ian took the liberty to wipe her hands clean. Her nipples puckered sweetly as he touched her.
“Mount the toy, little fairy,” I instructed when the moment had passed.
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
As gracefully as she’d done everything else, Everly positioned herself over the rather large dildo before sliding herself onto it. She didn’t mask her expressions, the pure pleasure of the action clear on her face.
Once she was seated, Ian produced a remote. Again, he appeared relaxed as he pressed a few buttons.
“I expect to hear your pleasure,” I told her. “And you are not allowed to come until I give you permission. If you do, you will be punished.”
“Yes, Master Isaac.”
For the next few minutes, Ian tormented her with the vibrating toy while we both commanded her movements. She was lifting and lowering herself on the dildo, her muscles flexing, her porcelain skin dotted with perspiration.
I knew Ian was going to force her to come and I wasn’t going to argue. I would not give her permission because I wanted to see her lose that vital grip she had on her control.
“Masters….” Her head tipped back, her hands cupping her breasts as I’d instructed. “I’m going to come. Oh, God. It’s too much.”
“Not enough,” I growled.
Ian pushed a button, causing Everly to cry out, a broken scream as she shattered right there before us, her body taut as the orgasm slammed into her.
She was so fucking beautiful, it was damn near hard to watch.
