Page 147 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
“I love you, my Liege,” she said softly, her lips near my ear. “Now and forever. Yours.”
I buried my face in her neck, accepted all that she offered as I plunged inside her, keeping the beast at bay for as long as I could. When the mattress shifted, I forced myself to pause, to withdraw from her body. I rolled to my side, Ian moving between her thighs.
As I watched the love they communicated with both words and bodies, I felt something settle inside me. There was no jealousy or fear of losing her. She loved us equally, two people who were essentially one.
When Ian moved off of her, I reached for Everly, pulled her over me, pushed deep inside her wet pussy, guiding her hips, urging her to take all of me. She sat up, her hands on my chest as she rode me, her gaze only on mine. Minutes passed before Ian made his move, taking her from me, pulling her onto him, and immersing himself in her sweet warmth.
The next time, Everly was the one to make the move, alternating between us as though she couldn’t get enough. Maybe she couldn’t. I knew I was having difficulty letting her go each time.
The last time, when she draped herself over me, I drove up into her, held her there as I banded my arms around her.
Ian moved behind her, straddling my legs as he positioned her the way he wanted.
And this time, rather than take her ass, Ian’s cock joined mine deep in her pussy, stretching her, making her cry out as she took both of us at the same time. It was all we could do to maintain it for several seconds before Ian pulled out. I fucked her roughly from beneath, retreated as he shoved deep inside her.
I held her to me, felt the control snap, then took her again, forcing her to look in my eyes as I gave her every piece of myself.
I didn’t stop until she cried out, her pussy clamping down on me. I came, hard, fast, the breath rushing out of my lungs. Her body remained over mine as Ian picked up where I left off, driving deep inside her, coming on a roar as she cried out his name again and again.
When he fell onto the bed in a heap, Everly giggled.
I glanced over at her, shocked by the sound. “You find something funny, fairy princess?”
“Funny, no,” she said, still giggling. “Amazing, yes.” She turned her head, looking at me, then Ian, then up at the ceiling. “Please tell me we’ll do that again.”
“Not tonight we won’t,” Ian grumbled, making her laugh again.
Not tonight, no.
But we would do it again.
And again.
EPILOGUE
IAN
Thursday, October 31, 2019
“It’s good for them to see high protocol,” I told Isaac as we moved around TJ Arlington’s lavish home.
“I’d like to see his rules and rituals list,” my brother mumbled. “Has to be ten pages long.”
It was possible considering the lavish digs we were currently wandering and the over-the-top fetish party that was underway.
How we’d gotten an invite to this esteemed event, I would never know. Then again, I couldn’t explain a lot of what had happened over the past year. Last October, we’d been assisting the submissive training class at Dichotomy. This year we were on TJ Arlington’s guest list.
“At least the costumes aren’t ridiculous,” Isaac muttered.
“I heard someone mention they had a farm animal theme at one point,” I told him as I watched a Dominant bend over to suck a piece of fish off a submissive’s breast. It was all right, considering she was unattached, as was he, and she was technically filling in as a serving tray. The food was there for the taking. Evidently, she was, too.
“Can’t do the farm animal thing. Don’t care if it’s only submissives dressing up.”
When we’d received the invitation for the Halloween party, along with a note informing us that it was a costume party and the strict dress code had to be followed, we hadn’t been sure whether we would accept or not. In the end, we’d been nudged in the direction of rubbing elbows with famous people.
Hence the reason Isaac and I were dressed as 1920s gangsters, complete with charcoal-gray three-piece suits, black wingtips, and fedoras. I had to admit, I was rather fond of the double-breasted striped suit jacket and the vest. Not a bad look if I did say so myself.
Everly and Dante hadn’t been so lucky when it came to clothing options. Their costumes had been provided after we’d been required to send measurements to Mr. Arlington directly. Last week, their wardrobe had arrived in wrapped gift boxes. They might as well have been naked for all the fabric the outfits provided.
In some exotic play on the theme, someone had come up with the idea for the female submissives to be naked, save for a garter belt and sheer thigh-high hose. Nothing else. Everly’s were light blue, but there was a range of pastel colors at the party. They also wore gold T-strap heels.
