I shifted, crossed one ankle over my knee. “Degrade? How is that degrading?”
“You don’t … own him. No one can own him.”
“But we do,” Ian said simply, as though no explanation was necessary. “And since we’re paying for this … extra service … perhaps you should do your job thoroughly.”
“I’m sorry, Sir,” Heaven said. “I’m not sure I understand.”
Ian raked his gaze over Dante. “He looks like a dirty boy to me.” His eyes returned to them. “Perhaps you can use your talents to clean him up.”
Everly swallowed hard, her nipples puckered. “If that’s what you’d like, Sir.”
She was trying to remain in role, but she craved this part, wanted us to take the reins.
“It’s exactly what we want,” I assured her, speaking nothing but the truth.
Everly
From the instant they stepped into the room, my blood started a heavy churn in my veins, heat pooling between my thighs. I’d enjoyed the role-playing so far, loved making out with Dante in the pool, but this … this was what I’d been hoping for all along.
“What are you waiting for?” Ian snapped. “Move the table out of the way.”
“Yes, Sir,” I said timidly, sticking to the role.
I hurried over and, with Heaven’s help, moved the heavy coffee table to the far side of the room.
Isaac tossed one of the throw pillows toward the middle of the room. “Lie down,” he commanded Dante. “On your back.”
Dante’s dark eyes were glazed over, his chiseled features reflecting the enjoyment he was getting from this scene.
“You,” Ian snapped at Heaven. “Start with his cock.”
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked, haughtily. “That is most certainly not in my job description.”
“It wasn’t a request.”
Her eyes widened, but she moved toward Dante.
“No. Stay on that side. I want to watch every move you make, see every flick of your tongue.”
Heaven glared at him but didn’t say a word.
“You,” Isaac spoke directly to me. “You can straddle his face.”
I feigned affront, taking in a sharp breath as though I couldn’t believe he’d ask for something like that.
“Again, not a request,” Ian stated, his tone dark, commanding.
“Yes, Sir.” I hurried over, stood above Dante’s head.
“Facing us,” Isaac added.
I turned toward them, my feet on either side of Dante’s head. Lowering myself to my knees, I straddled his face. His warm breath tickled my sensitive flesh. I didn’t expect him to move, so I tried to hide my reaction when his hands slid up over my thighs, widening my knees as he lifted his head and licked me.
My head fell back, the sensation overriding my thoughts.
“What are you waiting for?” Ian barked at Heaven. “His cock.”
While Dante licked and teased me, Heaven took his cock into her mouth. She was hesitant, and I knew that had nothing to do with role-playing. This would be stepping over a line in their friendship, and it was obvious Heaven was considering that. She obviously came to terms with it, because, within seconds, she was paying careful attention to his cock, her soft moans a verbal acknowledgment of her approval.
Ian and Isaac remained silent for long minutes. I fought the building tension, not wanting to come without permission. Since I’d played with them numerous times, I knew that was a requirement for them. Coming without their consent would most definitely result in punishment. The thought of Isaac spanking me, like he’d done numerous times in the past, nearly sent me over the edge.
“Looks to me like the maids have missed their calling,” Ian muttered crudely, laughing.
Heaven’s head shot up, her hand fisting Dante’s cock.
“Stop one more time and you’ll be eating pussy rather than sucking dick.”
Her mouth opened, closed, before she took Dante in her mouth once more as though the idea of the former was beyond conception.
“Perhaps she’s seeking a little pleasure of her own,” Isaac mused, his tone cool, unaffected by the erotic scene in front of him.
“Good point,” Ian agreed. He tossed a condom toward her. “Put it on him, then climb on.”
Heaven lifted her head slowly. Her eyes scanned Dante’s prone form, her attention snagged by what he was doing between my thighs. When she lifted her head to look at me, I saw the curiosity, but there was something else. Doubt. Uncertainty. We’d pushed her today. Having never been in this position, she wasn’t sure whether she wanted to proceed.
“It’s okay,” I told her, pretending I was still in character. I held out my hand to her. When she took it, I tugged her closer. Kissed her. Softly, soothingly. “You can stop this at any time.”
She pulled back, stared in my eyes. “I know.”
I nodded, comforted by her acknowledgement.
When she went to work rolling the condom on Dante, I glanced over at Isaac, saw his nod of approval.
“Reverse cowgirl,” Ian commanded before Heaven could straddle Dante’s hips.
From where I was, I got a front row view of Dante’s cock sliding inside her. They both moaned as she sank down on him, his tongue pausing for a moment.
