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45. Lucian

“ O K, you ready to do this? Are you sure you don’t want to have the conversation right now? Get it off your chest?” Jayme makes a good point, but no, I don’t want to talk.

“If she doesn’t go back to that prick tomorrow, then I will tell her everything. But I need her to choose to leave him. I tried talking sense into her last night and look where that got me.” I looked around the room for that piece of shit after we signed the contract, but he had left.

“OK, man. Your lead, though. Just let me know as we go what is cool or not. Tap or do it how we used to and try not to talk much. She will recognize your voice!”

“You’re right. Thanks again. I promise to pay you back somehow.”

“No problem at all, dude. Would have done the same if it were my woman up there.” He smirks. I go to speak, and he holds his hand up. “I know, I know. Not your woman. Blah, blah, blah. Now let’s go show her how real Dom’s treat their subs.”

“OK, we have to shut off the main lights and turn on the red glow if they have it. It’ll be harder for her to see that way. Oh, if you do speak, don’t use your real voice. I know she will know mine, but I don’t know if she will recognize yours. But better not risk it. We will give her the best fucking night we can. Let’s make it fully about her.” I’m practically salivating at the thought of sinking my teeth into her skin, trailing my tongue through that sweet pussy I was so close to having last night. Yep, I’m hard already. This woman does something to me that I can’t explain.

"But what if she finds out?" Jayme looks hesitant.

"We will cross that bridge if we get there. Come on."

When we walk in, I see she’s sitting relaxed on the throne. I quickly shut off the lights. A faint red glow from rope lights gives just enough light to see shadows and shapes but nothing more. It’s just like the rooms at FoxDen.

"Oh?!" She is startled. She stands up quickly. "Um. Ok. Ugh, I’ve never done this before. Like with two guys. Um." Damn, she sounds nervous. "Can we come up with a safe word? Also, I’m not sure what my Dom put on there for limits, but absolutely no piss or scat play. If there is something you want to try, ask me first, and I’ll let you know. Um. Can we make the safe word something silly?" She is so nervous right now. I deepen my voice. I don’t want her to know it’s me about to pleasure her. Her cat mask is still on; she doesn’t want us to know who she is.

“Mhm,” I grunt.

"Um, can it be Bubble Gum?” She looks down at the ground.

"Sure.” Jayme lowered his voice into a growl. He nudges me, and I can vaguely tell he is moving behind the chair. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pulls her back down into the chair and starts to massage her gently.

"Mmmm, that feels nice. Thank you, Sir. Can I call you, Sir?"

"Of course, Sweetheart," he replies.

"And what about you? Sir? Or do you have another name you prefer? And also, what do you want me to do? Is there anything in particular you want us to do?” She is asking me. My throat feels dry, and it feels like I can’t talk. Jayme can tell I don’t know what to say, so thankfully, he steps in.

“Just call us whatever you want, sweetheart. We will be whoever you want us to be tonight.” He growls in her ear as he kisses her neck.

"Oh, like any name? I didn’t know that was a thing. Ooh, that feels nice. Thank you." Jayme grunts in approval, trailing kisses down the back of her neck. First things first, I remove the collar from around her neck and throw it across the room. Fuck anything related to him.

I run my hands across her collarbones, my touch barely a whisper against her soft skin. She shivers and leans against me. She rests her head against my shoulder as I grab the bow, holding the mask to her face. She flinches, pulling away slightly to look up into my eyes.

“Please.” That's all I whisper. She bows her head for me to untie the bow.

Removing the mask and seeing her beautiful face in the red glow takes my breath away. I have seen this woman almost every day for the last 15 years, and she has never looked more radiant and entirely in her element. Even in the darkened state of the room, she is glowing. I put my finger under her chin and tilt her face back up to look at me. I kiss her forehead. Then, both of her cheeks. I kiss the tip of her nose, causing her to giggle. Then I let my lips hover over hers, not quite touching. I want to build the anticipation. I can hear her breathy pants so close to me. I slowly place my hand on her throat, wrapping each finger one by one. Her lips part, and she lets out a small whimper as I kiss her. This time, though, as I pull away, I lock eyes with Jayme and nod.

"We won’t be talking much, but you can be as vocal as you want. Tell us what you want us to do." My voice comes out as a weird mixture of a growl and a whisper. I kneel before her. This perfect woman is sitting on a throne like the queen she is. She had so much power during that auction. She commanded everyone’s attention tonight. She owned that entire room with her confidence, and it made me want her even more.

“Oh, OK.” She sounds so shocked by what I said. Has he never just taken care of her?

I run my hands up her bare thighs. This dress looks fucking amazing on her, but I want it off. I slowly trail my fingers across the tops of her thighs toward her inner thigh. Moving back down her legs. I remove her right shoe first. Kissing the top of her foot and up her ankle. Trailing my lips up her calf, the inside of her knee, and her inner thigh. She spreads her legs wider for me—my needy girl. I bite down on her inner thigh, causing her to grip my hair and moan.

I graze my hands down her left leg, letting my teeth scrape along her soft skin. I remove her other shoe and repeat what I just did to this leg. As I get to her inner thigh again, I sink my teeth in a bit rougher this time. She hisses, arching her body away from the chair. I can hear Jayme kissing her neck. I bite down a bit harder, closer to her pussy. She yelps, and I trail my tongue across it to soothe the pain. She grips onto my hair harder and pulls my face closer to her center.

"Ah, ah, ah," I whisper. She moans and leans back in the throne again.

I stand and grab her by her hands to pull her into a standing position in front of me. I wish it were pitch black so I could take off my mask. I want to feel her hands all over me. Jayme walks around the chair to us, and I spin her to face him. I gather her hair around my fist and pull her to tilt her head up. She gasps as Jayme devours her neck. Jayme and I have shared enough women to know what to do and how we work together. He usually leads, but tonight, he is letting me take over. I don’t know how much I am willing to share her with him, but this is fine so far.

I run my hands along her sides, tickling her ribs, causing her to giggle. I tease my fingers along her shoulder blades, then back down to the ties on the back of the corset top of the dress. My fingers fumble for a moment; I’m shaking so hard. I’m so nervous right now. She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder and I crash my lips to hers. Her kiss grounds me, and I am calm. She whimpers into my mouth as Jayme pulls her breasts out of the top of the corset before I even get it undone. She goes to cover her breasts, but I grab her wrists, pulling her hands behind her back. She is so turned on right now. She seems to love being restrained. I grip both her wrists in one hand and use the other to finish untying the top. It is a pain in the ass but kissing her helps keep me steady. I lick her bottom lip, coaxing her mouth to open for me. She does and caresses her tongue against mine.

The laces are undone, and the dress falls to pool at her feet, she is completely bare. She wasn’t even wearing a thong with this dress. I groan at the thought; I am so hard it hurts. These pants are not meant to conceal boners. I let go of her wrists only to remove my tie. I take both her hands and wrap my tie around her wrists, restraining them behind her back. Her chest is arched toward Jayme, and he takes advantage of her vulnerable position. He bites gently onto one of her nipples, and she moans, thrusting her chest harder against him. She turns her head back toward me, practically begging to be kissed. How could I ever deny her? I grip her by her chin, gentle enough not to hurt the preexisting bruises, kissing her as if she is my life force. She is moaning and rocking back and forth between us.

I release her mouth; she is gasping from the lack of breath. Jayme continues kissing her as I sink to my knees behind her. Her perfect ass is at eye level with me. Her creamy skin is still practically glowing in this dim lighting. I lean forward and grip a chunk of her ass with my teeth. She cries out, but Jayme stifles her cries with his tongue. This is fucking hot. This is hotter than any other time we have shared a woman.

My eyes are fully adjusted to the dim red glow of the ambiance lighting. I take in her naked body standing in front of me. My mouth is watering; I need to taste her. I grip her thighs and slowly turn her, letting her adjust the angle of her neck so she can continue kissing Jayme.

I nudge her inner thigh with my nose; she abides, opening her legs to give me a better view of that sweet cunt. She is dripping wet from her arousal. I never would have thought Cassie would be into this world, but fuck am I happy. I lick up her inner thigh slowly, tasting her skin. She is delicious. I graze my tongue across her clit, and she gasps, her knees buckling a bit, but Jayme keeps her upright. Oh, this is going to be fun.

I stand up and tap Jayme on the shoulder, nodding toward the chair. He understands my cues without words. He walks her back with him. He sits in the chair and spreads his legs, making her straddle him, legs spread wide over the top of his thighs on his lap, facing me.

“Uh, is this okay? " She asks Jayme. She is so adorable when she is nervous.

“Mhm.” He moans into her neck, inhaling her delectable scent I know so well.

I kneel between their open thighs, and she gazes down at me. I can hardly see her eyes between the darkness and her makeup, but I know she is looking at me. I can feel it. I keep my gaze locked on her as I leave small bites up her legs toward the apex of her thighs. She leans her head back onto Jayme's chest, her arms still restrained behind her. He grabs both of her tits and starts toying with her nipples. Rolling them and pinching them between his fingers. She moans and squirms in his lap, trying to close her thighs for some form of friction. I dig my fingers into her inner thighs.

“Easy there, kitty. Don’t move, or I won’t let you cum.” I keep my voice low and raspy. I don’t want her to know it is me yet. I want to keep this fantasy up. I wonder if she is picturing anyone during this or if she is enjoying two masked mystery men.

I kiss from that spot below her ear, down her jaw, and onto her chest. Jayme still has her tits in hand, so I kiss down the center of her body, down over her belly button, until I am just above her clit again. I stay there, hovering. My hot breath causing her body to twitch and shudder.

“Please.” Her voice barely above a whisper.

“Please what, sweetheart.” Jayme rumbles in her ear. Her body responds with another tremor.

“Please, let me cum.” She asks. Fuck, it’s so hot to hear her beg. I can’t hold off any longer.

I sink my mouth onto her warm, wet cunt. Sucking her clit hard, then pinching it between my teeth. I get my answer to who she is thinking about.

“Oh, God. Lucian!” She moans my name. My fucking name. Her body arches toward my mouth, but I stop. Looking up at her, I can’t help but run my eyes along her whole body, memorizing this moment. She looks back at me and leans back onto Jayme more.

“Sorry. I was just lost in the moment.” She is panicking now.

“It’s OK. We told you we would be whoever you want us to be. You want him to be Lucian; he is Lucian. Now, do you want Lucian to eat that delicious pussy of yours? Want him to make you a dripping mess on my lap?” Jayme’s voice is so low and raspy. It’s hot. And his dirty words are pushing her closer to the edge. She is panting.

“Yes, oh fuck yes. Please.” She moans.

I go back to devouring her pussy like I’m starving. I glance up and see Jayme wrapping a hand around her throat. She loves it and is arching her body, thrusting against my face. I slip a finger into her, feeling her clench as I push in.

“Fuck yes. More.” More? You got it, baby.

I slip a 2 nd finger in and can feel her starting to spasm. I pick up the pace on her clit with my tongue. Alternating between licks and bites. Her words are coming out in jumbled gasps. I tap Jayme's leg and then press on it. That’s our signal for harder; he knows to increase the pressure on her throat. She is so close.

She’s grinding her body against him and rubbing her ass against his hard cock. I bet he is loving this right now. Enjoy it while it lasts, bud; it might be the only time I share her. He releases her neck and grips under her legs, spreading her wider for me. My fingers are pumping in and out of her, curling and stroking her G spot.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride his face. I want you to cum so hard you soak him. Be a good girl and cum for us.” Jayme growls in her ear, and it pushes her over the edge.

“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Oh, God. Lucian, I’m going to ....” She doesn’t get to finish that sentence. Jayme grabs her by the jaw, swallowing her screams as she climaxes.

I feel her pussy clamping down on my fingers as I press hard into her G spot, my mouth still latched onto her clit, sucking her through her orgasm as she thrusts against my face. Her body is shaking and spasming, and my face is drenched. I slow my assault on her G spot and clit. I gently slid my fingers out of her. Her body goes boneless as she relaxes against Jayme, completely spent. I stand and cup her face with both my hands.

“Good girl. You did so good.” My voice was a low rumble. I kiss her. Deeply and slowly, making her taste herself on my lips. She kisses me back hard. She is fighting against the restraints. She wants to touch me. Jayme realizes, and he unties the tie, freeing her wrists. I reach under each thigh and pull her up to me. She wraps her legs around me, locking her ankles along my back.

I don’t break our kiss as I walk her to the bed. Fuck, I want to bury myself in her right now, but that’s not how I want our first time to be. I want her to know it is me. I want her to look at me while I am inside her. I want to watch her orgasm without these damn masks. I lay her down and hover above us. She is pawing at my clothes, eager to get them off of me. I think it is still dim enough that she won’t notice my tattoo. I release her mouth, letting her fall back against the sheets. Looking up at me through her lust-filled eyes as I unbutton the rest of my shirt, throwing it to the ground. I undo my pants and wiggle out of them as well. I’m leaving the boxers on; this is all about her. I don’t need to get off tonight.

I sink my body back down onto her, reclaiming her mouth with mine. Our kisses are frantic, just like last night. I reach between us and run my fingers against her clit again. She shivers from my touch, still so sensitive. I lean down, burying my face into the crook of her neck.

“Purr for me kitty. I want you to cum again. I know you can do it.” She thrusts against my hand, whimpering in my ear. I grind my body against hers, giving her more friction.

Jayme climbs on the bed in just his boxers and mask as well. He goes up by her head, and she tries to free his cock from his boxers. He just shakes his head no.

I hear a little humph noise as she pouts. She’s so needy.

I pull away from her, still running my fingers along her slit. She looks up at me and gives me those puppy dog eyes that could make me do anything. She could be holding a match, telling me she wanted to burn the world down, and I would gladly light that bitch up. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

She reaches for my cock, and I grab her wrists, passing them to Jayme as he holds them flat to the bed above her head. He bends to kiss her. I can hear her moaning into his mouth. I won’t ever forget that euphoric sound as she moans.

I sink two fingers back into her, hard. She breaks their kiss and cries out.

“Fuck!” She gasps.

I relentlessly pound into her pussy with my fingers, adding a third.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, fuck.” She is breaking. She’s going to cum again.

“That’s it, such a good girl.” I make my voice so deep. “Cum for me, Cassie,” I whisper.

“Oh God!” She screams out as the orgasmic wave crashes down. Her entire body is twitching and tensing. She soaks the bed with her release. Shit, I hope to God she didn’t hear me say her name.

Her head is lolled back to the side. Her breathing is rapid, and she is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She is completely sated. She goes to try to get up, realizing the bed is wet.

“Oh God... did I just?” She tried to cover her face with her hands.

“Mhm, you did so good. Such a good girl.” Jayme is stroking her hair as she is peering at me through her fingers.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so embarrassed. I’ve never done that before. Shit, I didn’t even know I could.” Why the hell is she apologizing?

I shake my head at her and smile. She sees my smile and relaxes. I take my fingers that are coated in her release and slip them into her mouth. She closes her lips around them and licks my fingers, cleaning them off.

“Good girl,” Jayme whispers in her ear.