nudity. Her breasts
bared, the nipples tilted toward Daniel’s mouth, inviting him to lick and
suckle them again, making them even harder and damp.
A trace of his saliva remained on her areolas, the moisture
drying in the too-warm air, tickling her skin.
She didn’t have the strength to scratch it or bring her
knees together. On her way down to the floor, Alexandra hadn’t considered her
position, her thighs too far apart, displaying her slit. Her puffy lips
drenched with her escalating need.
All four men looked down at her with dominance and power.
Their birthright in being male. Experiencing a lifetime of getting their own
way when it came to their needs over a woman’s.
The inequity should have bothered her. She’d resented it on
the job when the other crews had questioned her directives, wanting to take her
down a peg, prove she wasn’t in charge. That Lucius really pulled the strings.
Repeatedly, Alexandra had shown those jerks how wrong they’d been.
Yeah, this should have bugged the crap out of her. Strangely
enough, she grew docile, willingly accepting Daniel’s command. Whatever else he
had planned for her.
He’d promised her everything.
Her mind reeled with all that the word implied. Mouths,
hands, bodies using her. Each of her openings penetrated by a thick cock that
invaded her intimately, leaving her with no privacy, protection or chance of
escape. If she didn’t perform to Daniel’s standards, there would be discipline.
Her bent over his lap or one of the other men’s, her ass raised to a hand or
strap.
A moan caught in her throat, the sound born of depravity and
apprehension at the unknown. She ran her fingers over the laces on Daniel’s
right boot, her movements jerky, revealing her tension.
Nat padded closer, his stockinged feet close to her thigh.
She suspected he wanted a better look at what she was—
Her fingers stilled on the laces. She stopped breathing at
Nat brushing her hair over her shoulder so it didn’t cover any part of her
breasts.
He stepped back.
Daniel smiled, his attention on her constricted areolas and
the flush of heat coloring her skin.
His blatant scrutiny stripped Alexandra of all defense,
leaving her little to do about it. She’d set this evening into motion and didn’t
want it to stop.
Not that she’d get through it easily.
Head bowed to hide her growing shyness, Alexandra worked on
his laces, at last untying them. On a whim, she slipped her hand beneath the
hem of his jeans to his hair-roughened calf.
It flexed at her touch. She raked it lightly with her nails.
Daniel exhaled loudly.
Pleased at her effect on him, Alexandra concentrated on his
boot. The damn thing weighed a ton and didn’t want to come off. Daniel didn’t
help in the least. He was back to being lord of the manor. Waiting for her to
do his bidding.
It excited her further, giving Alexandra the strength she
needed.
With a grunt, she pulled off his boot and dropped it to the
side. She resisted the impulse to run her fingers over his toes protected by
his thick wool socks. If he intended to make her wait for pleasure—as he’d done
when he’d been stroking her clit—she’d behave the same with him.
Unless he ordered her to do otherwise.
He said nothing, nor did the others. Nat, Red and Junior
prowled around Alexandra, taking her in from both sides and from behind. There,
they remained the longest, no doubt studying her ass, the way she leaned
forward slightly, which lifted her buttocks and exposed her anus.
She wondered if they’d take turns burrowing their shafts into
her tightest opening while Daniel’s cock filled her cunt.
Sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped
on the knot in his laces.
Cool as could be, Daniel observed her, hands resting on his
muscular thighs.
His fly kept drawing Alexandra’s attention away from her
task, his meaty bulge too tempting to resist. She yearned to bury her face in
that part of him, smell his musk, taste the faint
bared, the nipples tilted toward Daniel’s mouth, inviting him to lick and
suckle them again, making them even harder and damp.
A trace of his saliva remained on her areolas, the moisture
drying in the too-warm air, tickling her skin.
She didn’t have the strength to scratch it or bring her
knees together. On her way down to the floor, Alexandra hadn’t considered her
position, her thighs too far apart, displaying her slit. Her puffy lips
drenched with her escalating need.
All four men looked down at her with dominance and power.
Their birthright in being male. Experiencing a lifetime of getting their own
way when it came to their needs over a woman’s.
The inequity should have bothered her. She’d resented it on
the job when the other crews had questioned her directives, wanting to take her
down a peg, prove she wasn’t in charge. That Lucius really pulled the strings.
Repeatedly, Alexandra had shown those jerks how wrong they’d been.
Yeah, this should have bugged the crap out of her. Strangely
enough, she grew docile, willingly accepting Daniel’s command. Whatever else he
had planned for her.
He’d promised her everything.
Her mind reeled with all that the word implied. Mouths,
hands, bodies using her. Each of her openings penetrated by a thick cock that
invaded her intimately, leaving her with no privacy, protection or chance of
escape. If she didn’t perform to Daniel’s standards, there would be discipline.
Her bent over his lap or one of the other men’s, her ass raised to a hand or
strap.
A moan caught in her throat, the sound born of depravity and
apprehension at the unknown. She ran her fingers over the laces on Daniel’s
right boot, her movements jerky, revealing her tension.
Nat padded closer, his stockinged feet close to her thigh.
She suspected he wanted a better look at what she was—
Her fingers stilled on the laces. She stopped breathing at
Nat brushing her hair over her shoulder so it didn’t cover any part of her
breasts.
He stepped back.
Daniel smiled, his attention on her constricted areolas and
the flush of heat coloring her skin.
His blatant scrutiny stripped Alexandra of all defense,
leaving her little to do about it. She’d set this evening into motion and didn’t
want it to stop.
Not that she’d get through it easily.
Head bowed to hide her growing shyness, Alexandra worked on
his laces, at last untying them. On a whim, she slipped her hand beneath the
hem of his jeans to his hair-roughened calf.
It flexed at her touch. She raked it lightly with her nails.
Daniel exhaled loudly.
Pleased at her effect on him, Alexandra concentrated on his
boot. The damn thing weighed a ton and didn’t want to come off. Daniel didn’t
help in the least. He was back to being lord of the manor. Waiting for her to
do his bidding.
It excited her further, giving Alexandra the strength she
needed.
With a grunt, she pulled off his boot and dropped it to the
side. She resisted the impulse to run her fingers over his toes protected by
his thick wool socks. If he intended to make her wait for pleasure—as he’d done
when he’d been stroking her clit—she’d behave the same with him.
Unless he ordered her to do otherwise.
He said nothing, nor did the others. Nat, Red and Junior
prowled around Alexandra, taking her in from both sides and from behind. There,
they remained the longest, no doubt studying her ass, the way she leaned
forward slightly, which lifted her buttocks and exposed her anus.
She wondered if they’d take turns burrowing their shafts into
her tightest opening while Daniel’s cock filled her cunt.
Sweat broke out on the back of her neck. Her fingers slipped
on the knot in his laces.
Cool as could be, Daniel observed her, hands resting on his
muscular thighs.
His fly kept drawing Alexandra’s attention away from her
task, his meaty bulge too tempting to resist. She yearned to bury her face in
that part of him, smell his musk, taste the faint
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