Page 141 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“Kiss the head,” I ordered gruffly.
He leaned forward, pressed his smooth lips to the glistening tip, his eyes glazed with the same hunger burning inside me.
“It’s your turn, sweet boy. Time for you to make us both come.”
He lifted his head, met my gaze. “It would be my pleasure, Master.”
Mine, too.
Most definitely mine, too.
Dante
I had missed them.
When they had left the first time since we had moved in, I hadn’t known what to expect. Having Everly here had kept me sane. We had fallen into the routine we’d established when we had lived together before. While we alternated who would make each meal, we’d tended to our own chores and spent much of our spare time working with Bo, the retriever/mix Isaac had surprised me with. Needless to say, my dog was doing much better in terms of obeying.
Days had passed slowly, sometimes painfully so.
That had been a month and a half ago. I was getting used to it now, always looking forward to the day they would come home. More importantly, looking forward to moments like this one.
As I stood, turned, then eased down onto Isaac’s cock, I worked to keep my entire body from trembling. The need was intense, overwhelming. The longer they were away, the more I craved them, the more desperate I became.
It seemed Isaac was always a bit rougher when he returned, and those were the times I relaxed most. He would take my control completely, asserting his dominance, proving he was the man who owned me, heart, body, and soul. I wasn’t sure what it was about him, why I enjoyed the way he used me for his own pleasure, but I did.
“All the way,” he growled.
I dropped down onto his cock, grunting as his thick shaft filled me abruptly.
“Keep going. Don’t you dare fucking come,” he bit out when I lifted and lowered again.
I worked his cock with my ass. Lifting, lowering, grinding against him until we were both groaning, the sounds drowning out the rain from the numerous jets spraying us from all directions.
Strong arms banded around me. Isaac moved, turning us both so he could straddle the bench. Leaning forward, feet on the tiled floor, I curled my fingers around the edges of the teakwood, held on when Isaac drove into me. Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, holding still as he rammed me again and again.
“Don’t you dare come,” he snapped. “This is my ass to use.”
“Yours, Master,” I confirmed, grunting and groaning as he fucked me harder and harder.
When his hips slammed into me one final time, his fingers digging into my hips, I felt his cock pulse. He came in a hot rush deep inside me before smacking my ass and ordering me to stay where I was.
Isaac went back beneath the spray. I heard the snap of the body wash, smelled the intoxicating scent. I wanted to watch him wash himself, but I didn’t dare move, holding myself where he’d left me, still straddling the bench, my arms burning from the effort to keep me upright.
“Your turn. Wash yourself thoroughly,” he commanded. “You’ve got three minutes.”
He walked out of the shower, grabbed a towel. Before he could dry off, I was already lathering myself, his cum dripping from my ass.
I used the sprayer to rinse off, cognizant of the time I had. Three minutes wasn’t enough, but I knew Isaac meant for me to fail at the task, likely already having my punishment lined up.
I didn’t mind.
When I came out of the bathroom, Isaac was nowhere in sight, nor was Ian. Everly was still restrained to the bed by her wrists, smiling up at the ceiling.
“They said to tell you to kiss me when you came in here,” Everly said, lifting her head enough to peer over at me.
“Did they really?” Last thing I needed was to compound the punishment.
“I think Isaac’s exact words were for you to kiss me thoroughly, but I was not allowed to push for more.”
I chuckled. I could actually hear him say that.
Not wanting to disappoint my Masters or Everly, I joined her on the enormous bed, crawling over her and straddling her hips.
She moaned softly when my lips touched hers.
Unable to resist, I fell into the kiss, covering her body with mine as I tucked my arms beneath her, bearing my weight on my forearms so as not to crush her. She was so soft, so warm.
“Where’d they go?” I whispered between kisses.
“They didn’t say. Nor do I actually care right now.” Her voice was rich with lust. “Kiss me, Dante, and don’t stop. Please.”
I couldn’t resist her, even if I’d wanted to. I stroked her lips open with my tongue, dipped inside, and kissed her. Slowly, sweetly, relishing every second. At her request, I’d slept with her in my bed two nights last week and once on the living room sofa. Bo had slept at my side, regardless where I had rested my head. I knew Everly didn’t want to be alone. And while I wanted to appease her, it wasn’t easy because I needed my solitude, with the exception of my dog. I’d gotten used to having him with me and I was starting to believe he was his own form of therapy. Just having him there helped.
