“Ophelia. Remove your dress and straddle his face. You’re going to come on his tongue while they watch.”
She stripped and climbed over me, positioning herself above my face. Through the haze of my own need, I noticed she was so wet, so swollen. She needed this as badly as I did.
“Louder,” Kiernan ordered. “I want to hear you.”
I pulled her down and buried my tongue in her folds.
She cried out, and I worked her frantically—circling her clit, thrusting into her, doing everything I could to make her come.
I was so hard. So needy. So fucking close to breaking.
“That’s it,” Kiernan murmured, coming to stand beside us. “Show them who you belong to,” he said, reaching out to pinch her nipple. “Come now, beautiful girl.”
Ophelia’s thighs clamped around my head as she came with a scream, flooding my mouth with her release. I licked and sucked until she collapsed sideways onto the mattress.
I lay there, panting, aching, praying I’d be allowed my own release soon. I’d done as he’d asked. Everything he’d asked. Surely now?—
“Kiernan stroked her cheek. “You did well. Now, let’s go.”
“Please,” I begged. “Sir, I need?—”
“Not here. Not yet.” He helped Ophelia up and handed her the dress.
I barely madeit through Kiernan’s bedroom door before my knees gave out.
He caught me, lowering me to the bed with surprising gentleness. He unfastened my trousers and stripped them away, leaving me naked except for the cuffs.
“Ophelia, take off your dress, then go into the bathroom, remove and clean the plug, then return and join us.”
Her footsteps faded. Then Kiernan’s weight settled behind me on the mattress.
“On your hands and knees.”
When I did, the shaking increased.
“Tell me how this feels,” he said from behind me, rocking the toy gently. I arched off the mattress as the sensation intensified, and I nearly came.
“Fuck—please, I need?—”
“What do you need?”
“I need to come. Please. I’ve been—during dinner, the tunnels, I can’t?—”
“Not yet.” He looked up as Ophelia returned. “Crawl under him and spread your legs. Oliver, make her come again. No hands.”
She positioned herself beneath me, and I lowered my mouth to her cunt while Kiernan worked the thing into me in slow circles.
When I moaned, the vibration made her gasp. The toy hit my prostate again, and my hips jerked helplessly into empty air. I was trapped between them—givingpleasure, denying my own—and it was driving me out of my mind.
I kept working her, desperate to make her come, desperate for Kiernan to finally give me release. When her legs locked around my head and she screamed and came, relief flooded through me.
“Good girl,” Kiernan said to her. “Now, watch.”
Ophelia got out from under me, and fabric rustled, then Kiernan’s clothes hit the floor, followed by the click of the lube bottle.
Then his hands gripped my hips from behind.
“I’m going to fuck you now.” His tone was controlled despite the hunger in it. “And you’re going to come with me inside you. If you don’t want that, use your safeword now.”
