Kat scrambles to move, always one to jump to please. I’m sure it also has a lot to do with her own needs right now.
“Slowly,” Nathan says, his tone sharp with authority that she instantly yields to, and I swear I could come just from watching them together like this. “Stand up straight, eyes up. You’re a queen, the most important piece on the chessboard, because without you, the king is useless.”
His words wash over her, and I see the difference they make. Such a beautiful, caring, and faithful woman was beaten down by a man who never deserved her, even at his best.
I can’t wait to see what she becomes, the person she will bloom into with our love and encouragement. I’d put money on the fact that in a year or two, she’ll be a completely different person, shining like the fucking sun.
Nathan glances over at me as she stands tall, prowling toward the space between us, and I see his understanding as well.
She will know she’s a queen; we’ll make sure of it.
Kat stands between us, Nathan on her left and me on her right, as she looks between us, unsure what to do now.
“Give us a spin, baby. Show us that outfit Nate picked out for you,” I tell her, twirling a finger in the air.
This time, she hesitates, turning to look at Nathan for his approval, and I roll my eyes because he always gets his way.
With a nod of approval from him, she does as I said and spins.
“Slower.” Nathan stands and, in only two steps, is right behind her. His chest presses against her back as he slowly drags his hands up her sides, pulling her arms up above her head with his before moving them back down. He steps back, and though she looks unsure, she continues the movement, and fuck me, I’m almost positive that little scrap of fabric is going to be the death of me.
It hugs her every curve and leaves her juicy ass on display.
“Beautiful,” Nathan says, and I hear the wonder in his voice as he moves back to sit on the edge of the bed, his eyes glued to her. “Now, why don’t you come have a seat on my lap?” He drops a hand to his leg, and I don’t even try to control my face as I glare up at him.
This time when she moves, she’s a little more sure of herself, not hesitating, though she stands and waits to see how he would like her to sit.
I half expect him to have her crawl up on the bed so he can fuck her, or he can have her ride him, but he does neither.
Instead, he has her sit on his lap, reverse cowgirl style, facing me. His hands trail up her thighs, and I watch her chest rise and fall more quickly with each inch he rises until he slides them to the inside of them and pulls them apart.
Crotchless panties…
Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven, or maybe, just maybe, this is my own personal hell, considering I’m only supposed to be here for the ‘show.’
I can’t look away as his fingers continue to move up her now-spread thighs, spreading her wide and showing me exactly how wet and needy she is.
“Fuck, Kat. Is that all for us?”
Nathan’s fingers graze her clit, and she lets out a choked whimper in place of words. Not that I need them; I know it is.
Nathan raises his hand, and she follows its movement, her eyes going wide when he presses his fingers to his tongue and licks them clean.
“So fucking delicious,” he says before looking over at me. “Why don’t you see if Alex wants a taste?”
Her eyes shoot over to me, and I see the mix of emotions that shine in her eyes: lust but also uncertainty.
“Come, give me a taste of that sweet pussy, Cherry.” I beckon to her with a crook of my finger, and it’s as if she’s unable to resist.
Nathan helps her to stand, and without breaking eye contact, she walks to me, slowly, deliberately; the tension builds with each step she takes, and I swear I’m going to snap, grab her around the waist, and bend her over the arm of the chair to fuck her right here for Nathan to watch.
She steps between my legs, so fucking close I can feel the warmth of her skin, smell her sweet scent and see the rapid beat of her pulse in her neck…
There’s no way I can touch her and not fuck her.
My eyes flick back to see Nathan watching us, his gaze unwavering, the asshole.
Kat stands, waiting, and I know what she expects, but I can’t. Instead, I open my mouth and stick my tongue out so that she can’t mistake what I’m implying.
