Page 102 of Their Fairy Princess (Office Intrigue Duet 7)
I felt someone move behind me, swayed when the broad head of his cock pressed against my ass. The voice that sounded was Ian’s, the grunt deep as he pushed in, retreated slowly. The leash on Ian’s restraint snapped when he slammed into me. I cried out, unable to focus as he fucked me relentlessly, driving me straight to the edge before I knew what was happening.
“Master!” I screamed, unaware of the strangled moans coming from me as pleasure threatened to take me under. “Please!”
“No,” he growled, bit my shoulder. “Do not come.”
It was both heaven and hell, but I held back. Barely.
When he pulled out, I regained my focus, buried my face in Everly’s pussy, licked, teased.
Right up until Isaac impaled me, his familiar grunt telling me who he was.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned against Everly’s slick flesh.
Her soft fingers slid through my hair as she pulled me toward her, trying to get my tongue where she needed it. I wanted to help her, but it was pointless. I was overwhelmed, completely enraptured by the pleasure assaulting me.
I wasn’t sure how it happened, but I passed the point of no return, swamped by the pleasure. Ian and Isaac took turns then. They both fucked me. Rough, hard, gentle. They alternated, mumbling things as I rested my chest on the sofa cushion, muttering incoherently, begging for more.
I wasn’t sure who came first, Isaac or Ian, but I felt it cover my back. It wasn’t long before the other filled my ass, then rolled me onto the floor, onto my back.
My head shot up off the floor, peering down my body when I felt a hot, wet mouth on my cock. Everly was there and she wasn’t worshipping my cock any longer. No, she had an end goal, and it was to blow my head right off my shoulders.
It worked. Within minutes, I was begging my Masters to let me come. They gave their approval, and the next thing I knew, I was coming down Everly’s sweet throat, before I dropped back to the floor in a heap.
“Your turn, fairy princess.”
I was in a daze, unable to focus, but I could see Everly on the sofa, Isaac’s tongue working her pussy while Ian observed from the other end. Everly erupted into soft mewls, which quickly graduated to desperate cries as she begged and pleaded and was finally granted permission to come.
The room grew silent. I knew I needed to get up, but it wasn’t possible.
Finally, Ian gave me a hand, helped me to my feet, then smacked my tender ass.
“Go to Isaac’s bathroom. Everly’s waiting for you. She wants to shower with you.”
“Yes, Master.”
Before he let me walk off, he tipped my chin up. “I love you, Dante.”
“I love you, too, Master,” I whispered, the emotion so close to the surface I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to bury it down deep again.
As I walked to Isaac’s bathroom, I realized that had been Ian’s intention all along.
Sneaky Dom.
TWENTY-FIVE
Everly
Friday, June 7, 2019
“Having second thoughts?” Isaac asked as he carried more of my clothes to the closet, hung them up.
I smiled over at him. “Not at all. You?”
“Not possible.”
He carried two more loads of hangers before returning.
He tipped my head up, kissed my lips. “I’ve got some things to take care of. I’ll send Dante in here to help you.”
“Thank you, my Liege.”
His eyes twinkled. “My pleasure, fairy princess.”
We’d spent the majority of the day unpacking after the moving truck delivered everything from Dante’s house. Evidently, Ian and Isaac had had a conversation with Dante, and somewhere in there he’d agreed to put the house on the market and let Isaac and Ian handle the rest. The moving truck had surprised us that morning. Well, not all of us. Apparently, the Doms were quite aware of what was going on. Heaven, too, because she’d texted to let me know she would be temporarily staying with her sister until she could find an apartment of her own.
“Hey,” Dante said when he walked in.
I went up on my toes, kissed his lips when he walked over.
After grinning at the surprised look on his face, I went back to pulling things out of the box I was unpacking.
“What was that for?”
“What?”
“The kiss?”
I pretended to be offended. “You don’t want me to kiss you?”
He chuckled. “I definitely didn’t say that.”
“Well, then. Can’t I just kiss you because I want to?”
He laughed, rolled his eyes. “What can I help with?”
“Um.” I looked around the room. “I’ve got two more boxes in the garage. After that, I think I’m finished.”
“You travel light,” he teased.
“Yeah, well. Can’t acquire much on a barista’s salary.”
Dante dropped his butt onto the mattress. “What’re you going to do about that, anyway?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Dee fired me, but I expected no less. I’m sure I could beg for my job back, but I get the feeling Isaac doesn’t want me to work. And while the idea of it is great, I can’t sit around here like a diva all day long.”
