One Dirty Night

“Did I say you could look at us?” Nick barked, stroking himself with a shudder.

“No, Sir.” I faced the bed again, slowly climbing up the three wide steps. I could barely breathe as I traversed the top one. I reached for the bed; I went to stand. But a delicious, dark command made me freeze.

“Wait,” Nick ordered.

“Yes, Sir.” I bowed my head, shifting to rest on my heels.

“Stay on all fours.”

I immediately resumed my sex kitten pose.

“Hunter,” Nick drawled with a dangerous edge. “Do you see what I see?”

Hunter’s lazy, heated voice echoed behind me. “I see a cunt begging for a cock. It can be yours or mine…I’m sure she won’t mind.”

“I see remnants of your cum on her,” Nick snarled. “And seeing as she’s now mine to sully and mark…clean up your goddamn mess.”

“My mess?”

“Lick it out of her,” Nick seethed. “Now.”

Hunter groaned. Loudly. “It would be my fucking pleasure.” Shifting toward me, the ground shook a little as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands landed on my hips, pushing me forward, angling me so he could reach better. With him on the floor and me on the third step, his breath heated my pussy with every word he spoke. “And if she comes on my tongue?”

Nicholas made a noise that tangled my stomach. “If she does, she’ll be punished.” Marching up the steps, Nick stopped beside me and looked down. “If you come on Hunter’s tongue, Ella, I will string you up and edge you toward a hundred orgasms. I’ll use every toy in this room until you’re so drenched in sweat, so beside yourself with need, you’ll forget you’re even human. You’ll only exist for me to put you out of your misery, but I won’t.”

He bent down and sifted his fingers through my hair. “I’ll leave you on that knife’s edge. I’ll take you home to our apartment and confiscate all your vibrators that I hear buzzing through the thin walls. I’ll tie your wrists to your headboard so you can’t masturbate. I’ll tease you relentlessly. I’ll keep you on the pinnacle until you lose your ever-loving mind and then, and only then, when a week’s gone by and you’re half dead from want, I’ll fuck you until you scream.”

Jesus freaking Christ.

A powerful, sharp orgasm spindled between my legs.

A release that sparked from words alone and threatened to erupt just from his warning. If Hunter touched me, I wouldn’t have a choice. I would combust. Totally. Eternally.

But Hunter just breathed on my clit, whispering, “I see you clenching, Ella. I would do as he says. Orgasm denial is one of the worst punishments a Dom can give his sub. I know you’re more focused on the idea of him taking you home and having his wicked way with you, but…it would be a living hell not being able to come.” Running his hands over my ass cheeks, he soothed, “Don’t come. Let me clean you, worship you, and prepare you for your Master. Once you’re his, then you can come. That orgasm you’re dancing with is Nick’s, and you don’t have his permission to enjoy it. Not until his dick is so far inside you, you can taste him.”

Good.

God.

I can’t.

I won’t be able to—

“Lick her,” Nick barked.

“As you wish,” Hunter groaned.

He pushed me until my face pressed against the black sheets tumbling off the bed. I went to inhale…

And screamed instead.

Hunter’s tongue laved from my clit to my asshole.

One long, deep, dangerous lick.

A lick meant to lap up every droplet of my desire and every ounce of his release.

My elbows gave out, pressing my face even harder against the mattress as Hunter licked me again and again. Swirling around my asshole, dragging back to my entrance, spearing deep inside me, cleansing me as well as breaking me.