The minute I say anything he’ll thrust his fingers into my mouth. I’m not really opposed to sucking on them, but right now, I want to test if what he said is true. Does he want me to fight, to question his authority, to make him bend me to his will instead of giving in?
He swipes my wetness over my lips and brings me in close so I have to look in his dark eyes. “When that consent form is finished, I’ll see to your punishment, trouble.”
He licks his fingers and smashes his lips to mine. When he yanks on my hair, I gasp, and his tongue thrusts into my mouth, making me taste myself on his tongue and lips. I moan, holding him closer, sucking on his tongue to get all the taste, wanting to come again in his arms.
He breaks off the kiss and holds me away from him. He looks me over as if I’m trouble. Fuck, I love it. He pulls the neckline of my dress to the side to reveal my bare breast.
“No bra?” It’s like another thing I’ve done wrong.
“No.”
He makes that tsking sound and then leans in and closes his mouth over my nipple, sucking almost gently.
A needful noise emanates from the back of my throat.
“Her breasts are so beautifully sensitive.” Finn’s voice is right there. His hand cups my other breast through my dress.
Wyatt’s teeth scrape my breast before he nips at my nipple.
“Ah.” I can’t move away with how he’s holding me.
He sucks on me to make it better, sending pulses to my pussy. He releases my nipple and meets my eyes. “Maybe I’ll make you come again on the way to the club. If you’re a good girl.”
I bite my lip. Finn tips my chin his way and claims my mouth. Wyatt’s fingers dig into my hip as Finn’s tongue sweeps through my mouth.
“I love the way you taste,” Finn whispers against my lips.
My eyes find Wyatt’s again. There’s no jealousy there. Just curiosity and desire.
Finn stands and helps me off Wyatt’s lap. As I straighten my skirt, Wyatt smacks my ass. I yelp in surprise.
Finn laughs. Wyatt smirks.
“There’s more where that came from.”
I don’t know what to think about that as Finn leads me to the couch and hands me my phone.
“Get busy, flower.” He sits beside me on the couch as he opens the app.
My phone buzzes. There’s a new group chat with Drew, Dante, Finn, and Wyatt. The link to the app is the only message.
I click on it to download.
While I wait, I look at what the app has in it. It has a way to consent to your partners so that you both have confirmation of consent to have sex. Then there’s a menu with options for sex. They don’t show everything on the page, but the list includes headings like kissing, fingers, oral, vaginal, toys, anal.
I’m not sure how long this is going to take. Wyatt sits across from me. As his phone downloads the app, he watches me.
Fuck, maybe I don’t want to be a good girl, because right now I want to make Wyatt do something, anything to me. My breathing quickens and my nipples tighten. Now that I have his attention I crave the interaction. Good or bad doesn’t matter, just all of it.
“We’re all set up.” Drew comes out of the office with Dante. “The suite is reserved for us all day and night.”
I press my thighs together against the ache building there. I’m going to have sex with four guys today. The temptation to text my friends rides me, but I want to see where this goes before I get ahead of myself.
The app finishes downloading and I set up an account.
“If you have any questions, flower, just ask.” Finn’s fingers tease the hem of my dress.
Dante sits on the other side of me and answers the questions too. I desperately want to peek at what he’s putting in there.
