I took my seat on the sofa, crossing my legs and leaning back. Getting comfortable. Or as comfortable as I could considering the circumstances.
“I have a meeting to attend in an hour, but until I have to leave, I thought we’d play a game,” Edge said, rising from his chair to move closer to where I was.
Both Edge and Cav took a seat in the black leather armchairs opposite me.
“I was thinking This or That, with a twist.” Edge’s smirk said he was enjoying the memory from the other night.
“I think that could be fun,” I said honestly.
“I don’t know how you play it,” he explained. “So I’m going with my own rules. As the name implies, you’ll select which you prefer: this or that. I’ll provide one option and Cav’ll provide another. You have to decide between the two.”
“Very similar to truth or dare,” Cav said, “only you get to know what you’re selecting beforehand.”
Made perfect sense to me.
“We’ll do three rounds. Each round, you’ll have exactly one minute to answer. If what you choose happens to be a command, you’ll have one minute to complete your task, unless you’re required to carry it out for longer.”
That sounded interesting. I couldn’t imagine there was much that could be done sexually in sixty seconds. Then again, I knew both of these men were very creative in that department, so I wouldn’t put anything past them.
“For the purpose of this game, I will be This and Cav will be That. Do you understand the rules, sweetness?”
“I do.”
“Good girl.” Edge leaned back in his chair, crossing one ankle over his knee. “First option. Remove your panties, lift your skirt, then place your feet flat on the cushion, knees spread wide so Cav and I can have an unobstructed view of your pussy.”
My sharp inhale sounded so loud in the room. I honestly hadn’t expected that sort of request. And while it had shocked me, it did turn me on.
“Or,” Cav drawled, “you can tell us in explicit detail about the last time you masturbated.”
“Oh.” I swallowed hard, my mind spinning. Both options were intense.
“You have one minute to decide.”
Knowing both options would likely please them immensely, I wasn’t sure I could give them that sort of detail without bursting into flames. “I choose This.”
Edge smirked. “Very well, sweetness. Show us your pretty pussy.”
My belly quivered as I pushed to my feet after sliding my shoes off. I tried to pretend they weren’t sitting there watching me as I slipped my panties down my legs. When I had opted to wear the long, flowing skirt that morning, I hadn’t done so knowing this might be on the agenda. Although, it was proving to be a rather appropriate choice of clothing.
I was breathing hard by the time I situated myself on the sofa, my feet flat on the cushion, ankles pressed against my butt. I spread my legs wide, noticing the draft against my most intimate parts. I watched both men as I slowly raised the skirt, giving them an unobstructed view of my pussy.
I probably would’ve been embarrassed if it weren’t for the way they were looking at me. As though I was the most desirable woman on the planet.
“Very nice,” Edge praised. “You’ll remain just like that until the game is over, unless instructed otherwise.”
I laughed, my modesty kicking in. “You said one minute.”
Cav smirked. “I specifically recall him saying unless otherwise specified.”
I fought the urge to pout.
“Round two,” Edge said gruffly. “Tell me the one thing you’re hoping to experience while in the club.”
Okay, first option wasn’t too bad. I mean, it did leave me in a very vulnerable position, but it had required me to follow directions. This would require me to think.
“Or,” Cav said with a smirk, “you can tease your clit while we watch.”
I was noticing a theme here. One I’d been giving significant thought to this week. While it didn’t seem they had a problem with doing wicked things to me, it was as though they weren’t willing to allow me to do wicked things to them. After all, I had merely been a bystander the other night when Edge ordered Cav to suck his cock. I’d wanted to participate more than I expected but had refrained from making the suggestion.
Figuring they might need a push in the right direction, I opted for the one that would increase the heat in the room.
“That,” I said simply, then moved my hand down between my legs, brushing my fingertips against my swollen clit. I jolted with a soft whimper when I brushed the bundle of nerves, not expecting quite so much sensitivity.
“You are not allowed to come,” Edge added, in a deep, rough command.
“Yes, Professor.”
His eyes heated. “Third and final round.”
I could see the outline of his cock against his slacks, knew he wanted me, but not quite sure why he was holding back.
