“Let’s peel these skinny jeans off.” Graham pecks me on the cheek before he unbuttons my pants and slides them down my legs. “Take a seat on my desk, and spread those delicious thighs.”
“Graham, I thought we were inserting this chip?” I sit up slightly, trying to figure out what fuck is happening.
“Little Witch, we are going to insert this on your inner thigh. People always look at the arm or neck. The inner thigh is meaty enough that it shouldn’t be noticeable or be able to be felt.” He pulls out a sanitizing wipe and rips the packaging open.
The wipe is cold as he cleanses my inner thigh, and I let out a small giggle. He is being so gentle it tickles. I can feel Demitri’s presence behind me. The sound of the box rattling makes me think Dee is getting the tracker ready. With the giant syringe in his hand, he comes around the desk and hands it to Graham.
“This is going to suck, I won’t lie to you, babe.” Graham says it outright. “With this tiny device, we will be able to track your location by GPS and your vitals to make sure you are still okay. I know it is not your first choice, but thank you for giving us this peace.”
I close my eyes and nod my head. Demitri comes around to my back, and places his hands on my shoulders to offer me comfort. I reach up and grasp his hand in mine. There is a sharp pinch in my thigh. It’s not fun, but I think being stabbed by Nick was worse, and I have my men here now.
CHAPTER 60
GRAHAM
With the tracker inserted safely in Nyx’s thigh, I bandage up her leg before kissing her thighs. Allowing my scruff to rub on her skin, turning her creamy skin pink from the friction. I kiss down her right leg, and back up her left before pulling back to gauge her response.
Pulling my head from between her legs, I look up and see that Demitri has distracted her with his tongue. They are fiercely making out, Dee swallowing her moans. Nyx, breaking their kiss, turns her head to look at me.
“Why did you stop, Blue?” Her eyes are lit with fire. She wants this just as much as I do.
“Just need to strip you out of the rest of your clothes. Have patience, Little Witch.” I shrug my shoulders before gripping her lacy red thong by the side and rip-it clean off her body. Demitri grasps the hem of her shirt before pulling it up over her head. Once the shirt is cleared from her body, he unclasps the matching bra and throws it on the floor.
I swipe my arm over the top of my desk, throwing everything on the floor, and lay her down on the surface. Her body spread out in front of me like a buffet table on the top of my desk. Atable that I will sit at every single day for the rest of my life and will have to fight to not always be hard. Starting at the top, I take her lips in a searing kiss. While consuming her breath, and moans, I can hear Demitri settling in at his desk. I am not sure why he is allowing me to take her first while he watches. Maybe I am rubbing off on him. I break away from her lips with a groan, but quickly place my lips around her clit and gently suck.
“Oh, fuck!” Nyx cries out. Her breaths are coming out in quick pants. “Please, Blue.”
“Please what? We have to use our words.” An evil grin spreads across my face as I get an idea. “Do you wanna play a game with me?”
“I just want you to make me come, not play a fucking video game.” Nyx’s sass snaps out due to sexual frustration.
“What are you up to?” Demitri raises an eyebrow at me suddenly standing over Nyx. My body is towering between her spread legs.
“I want Little Witch to tell me exactly, in detail, what she wants me or you to do to her.” Her dark eyes pop open suddenly, the shock written all over her face.
“I want you to do whatever you want, Blue. There, I told you.” She spits as she attempts to sit up from my desktop.
“Ah, ah, ah.” I place my hand on her chest, pressing her back. “I need details. Do you want me to eat your pussy like my favorite meal? Which it is if you didn’t know. Or do you want me to bend you over Dee’s desk and fuck you like my favorite little whore?”
Nyx’s mouth is hanging open. I am surprised she is even shocked by us anymore.
“Umm…all of the above please.” She begs. Demitri settles back in his chair to observe.
I grip her ankles in a rough grip and throw them over my shoulders before lowering myself to my knees in front of her.Leaning in close, I run the tip of my nose just brushing her folds. She smells absolutely delectable.
“God, you smell amazing. Dee, do you want to smell her?”
Demitri stands back up from his desk and stalks the handful of steps to where I am standing. His dark presence radiates off of him. I can tell not being in control of the situation is driving his control to the edge of snapping. I step out from between her porcelain thighs, giving him room. Leaning down, he takes a long lick from her opening up to her clit, with a deep groan rumbling out from his chest.
“Fuck, Little Fox. You taste like my everything.” He turns his head to look at me while slipping his two middle fingers deep in her pussy. “If you thought I was going to give her back, brother, you are dead wrong. Have a seat.”
God damn it!
I should have known that he would never let me have her first. I strip down to just my boxers before flopping down into my chair with a huff.
“You love this, and you know it. Little Fox, do you like it when Graham watches?” Demitri gives me a smirk while waiting for her to answer.
“Mmm, God yes. I want him to stroke himself to us.” She looks over at me, her eyes full of lust and desire. “You aren’t allowed to come, though.”
