What could go wrong with teasing two men who could, possibly, make me do whatever they wanted me to do?
I wasn’t sure any mesmer could make me do anything, anymore. I’d grown powers of my own.
They couldn’t see from the table that I was aroused, could they?
I whipped on the blue panties and the bra then figured out the mysteries of the sari. Wrapping that around me was a dance of the seven veils.
Undressing then dressing in front of them had made me appreciate every sensual inch of my femaleness.
As I walked toward them, the wet crotch of my panties slid over my heated cunt. I wanted them to touch me, and instead they squared off at each other. I sat down and lustfully eyed the men and wondered how long before they pounced.
Instead they were polite as hell.
I needed to accelerate the process. I needed to face facts...I was dreaming of them both taking me at once and I swear my pussy was pulsing in time with my heart.
Maybe I should’ve chosen one and purred over him but doing that seemed perilous. Mavros looked as dangerous as a sun-bathing lion. Grimm seemed about to have that seizure Mavros had mentioned – he was staring toward me unfocused, but not quite at me – I could tell the difference. One clenched fist rested on the table. The other hand held onto the side of his chair. I frowned, wondering what was going through his mind. Had I not just offered myself up on a platter?
“Perhaps,” I muttered, feeling disgruntled and neglected. “I should go back to bed and wait for a man to arrive in the room.”
I was aware of Mavros rising to his feet, shadowing me but I didn’t turn to see. If he was bored and leaving, I might snarl at him. If angry at my taunt...that notion made me cease to breathe. Teasing had its benefits.
“You do like playing with fire,” he said quietly.
My chair lurched. Startled, I gasped and clutched the sides as the chair was manhandled into place until I faced him.
“Hello.” He subsided to one knee before me, wearing a languid, assessing smile. His black curls casually framed his broad face. His shirt was precisely buttoned. And yes, he was annoyed.
I breathed, shakily.
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
“I didn’t...” My frown returned.
“It was implied.” He placed one hand on my left knee and the other on my right.
“Um.” Though there was no pressure on my legs, I was melting, anticipating him opening my legs...
Then Grimm leaned over me from behind and pulled on my hair until I had to look up at him. “No playing with her without me. No punishing either.” The growled comment had my utter attention. His shaggy hair had gone but what was left was something more animal than the Grimm I once knew. A shiver caught me and he smiled. Then he held my head in place with both hands and kissed me.
“We haven’t tossed that coin but you can have heads and I’ll have the tail end.”
With gaze locked with mine, Grimm pulled away from the kiss. I sighed and curled my fingers into his forearms and biceps. He hadn’t even used tongue yet.
“Truce then? We’re both fucking her?”
God. Grimm saying that made me even more eager.
“Yes.”
“I think I want that end too.”
Mavros grunted. “Be thankful I’m sharing her.”
“Fuck, you think –”
“Heyyy,” I rasped out. “Objectification. Stop arguing or I’ll run away.”
Mavros sank his fingers into my flesh.
“Please?” I wriggled. I wanted Grimm’s mouth on mine but Mavros held me. I wanted more kissing, more everything. “Come back. Please?”
“Is she instructing again?” Mavros pushed the sari up higher, baring me to the very top of my thighs.
Those fingers, he inserted them...I shuddered and shut my eyes, sighing. He’d slipped them beneath my panties. One hand tented up the fabric and stroked my clit, ever so lightly. I could feel the warm rush of air from his mouth. So close yet I stopped myself from arching.
Too soon. Too easy, he’d said. Let them work for
I wasn’t sure any mesmer could make me do anything, anymore. I’d grown powers of my own.
They couldn’t see from the table that I was aroused, could they?
I whipped on the blue panties and the bra then figured out the mysteries of the sari. Wrapping that around me was a dance of the seven veils.
Undressing then dressing in front of them had made me appreciate every sensual inch of my femaleness.
As I walked toward them, the wet crotch of my panties slid over my heated cunt. I wanted them to touch me, and instead they squared off at each other. I sat down and lustfully eyed the men and wondered how long before they pounced.
Instead they were polite as hell.
I needed to accelerate the process. I needed to face facts...I was dreaming of them both taking me at once and I swear my pussy was pulsing in time with my heart.
Maybe I should’ve chosen one and purred over him but doing that seemed perilous. Mavros looked as dangerous as a sun-bathing lion. Grimm seemed about to have that seizure Mavros had mentioned – he was staring toward me unfocused, but not quite at me – I could tell the difference. One clenched fist rested on the table. The other hand held onto the side of his chair. I frowned, wondering what was going through his mind. Had I not just offered myself up on a platter?
“Perhaps,” I muttered, feeling disgruntled and neglected. “I should go back to bed and wait for a man to arrive in the room.”
I was aware of Mavros rising to his feet, shadowing me but I didn’t turn to see. If he was bored and leaving, I might snarl at him. If angry at my taunt...that notion made me cease to breathe. Teasing had its benefits.
“You do like playing with fire,” he said quietly.
My chair lurched. Startled, I gasped and clutched the sides as the chair was manhandled into place until I faced him.
“Hello.” He subsided to one knee before me, wearing a languid, assessing smile. His black curls casually framed his broad face. His shirt was precisely buttoned. And yes, he was annoyed.
I breathed, shakily.
“I don’t like being told what to do.”
“I didn’t...” My frown returned.
“It was implied.” He placed one hand on my left knee and the other on my right.
“Um.” Though there was no pressure on my legs, I was melting, anticipating him opening my legs...
Then Grimm leaned over me from behind and pulled on my hair until I had to look up at him. “No playing with her without me. No punishing either.” The growled comment had my utter attention. His shaggy hair had gone but what was left was something more animal than the Grimm I once knew. A shiver caught me and he smiled. Then he held my head in place with both hands and kissed me.
“We haven’t tossed that coin but you can have heads and I’ll have the tail end.”
With gaze locked with mine, Grimm pulled away from the kiss. I sighed and curled my fingers into his forearms and biceps. He hadn’t even used tongue yet.
“Truce then? We’re both fucking her?”
God. Grimm saying that made me even more eager.
“Yes.”
“I think I want that end too.”
Mavros grunted. “Be thankful I’m sharing her.”
“Fuck, you think –”
“Heyyy,” I rasped out. “Objectification. Stop arguing or I’ll run away.”
Mavros sank his fingers into my flesh.
“Please?” I wriggled. I wanted Grimm’s mouth on mine but Mavros held me. I wanted more kissing, more everything. “Come back. Please?”
“Is she instructing again?” Mavros pushed the sari up higher, baring me to the very top of my thighs.
Those fingers, he inserted them...I shuddered and shut my eyes, sighing. He’d slipped them beneath my panties. One hand tented up the fabric and stroked my clit, ever so lightly. I could feel the warm rush of air from his mouth. So close yet I stopped myself from arching.
Too soon. Too easy, he’d said. Let them work for
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