“See how wet she is?” I rasp. “She likes it when you lick up her pussy and tease her.”
“I do not,” Winter pouts, gasping as Shiloh shows me what a good student he can be. “Ohhh. Maybe I do.”
“Mmm. So fucking sweet,” Shiloh groans. “I’m going to live here for a while.”
“Push your fingers into her pussy,” I rasp, swallowing hard as he does.
I give him command after command, whimpering as he follows them. Winter’s fingers twist in the blankets we have on the couch, moaning as her pussy gushes around Shiloh’s fingers. I make him edge her, kiss her clit, and suck on it like the world’s best hard candy.
Slick covers the bottom of Shiloh’s face, his facial hair almost nonexistent outside of a thin layer on his cheeks and over his upper lip. It’s as if it simply chose to stop growing, giving him a freshly fucked look. That’s what his hair always reminds me of.
Winter’s arousal hits me in the face, and I groan as she telegraphs that she wants my fingers deep in her ass. She’s this feral ball of sexual energy and she needs to feel completely full before she can come.
The only thing is that if I flip her onto her stomach, Shiloh could freak out about the brand that saysProperty of Clara. Return if found. The second part is written in tiny letters on the brand, which thankfully makes it harder to see.
Clara truly sees us as dolls for her to collect when we get lost. As far as I know, Winter and I are the only ones that she branded. Everyone in the auction looked on with disgust and awe as it happened. I don’t know where any of them ended up, but a part of me never wants to see them again.
There’s a deep shame in knowing they saw that happen to us.
Forcing the bad feelings away before they ruin the mood, I move closer to Shiloh so I can press my lips to his ear.
“What’s up?” he growls softly, sensing the need to be quiet. His fingers continue to move and rub Winter’s clit so she’s none the wiser as she gets lost in her pleasure.
“Winter needs me to flip her onto her stomach, but in order to do that, you can’t freak out,” I say softly.
His fingers stop for a full beat before he nods.
“Okay.”
I don’t ask for more, because I can tell he means that. Knowing there’s something on her buttcheek and seeing it are two different things. He removes his hands while I squeeze Winter’s hips, warning her silently she’s about to take a ride. Lifting and flipping her is easy, not because I’m muscle bound, but because she’s light.
Shiloh’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of the burned brand in all of its tattooed glory on Winter’s skin, and I can feel the fire in his anger before he palms her ass. He goes back to his job of eating Winter’s pussy with renewed fervor, making her claw at the blankets.
Well then. I’m impressed by his level of compartmentalization.
“Bell,” Winter moans.
“I got you, Beloved,” I promise her, rubbing my thumb over her asshole to test the amount of slick she has. Sure enough, it’s just enough to enjoy the hint of pain as I fuck her with my fingers.
When there’s no one to shame you for your kinks, it means you’re able to make your own decisions on what you can handle. With our pasts, that’s necessary.
Pushing my thumb into her puckered hole, I smile as she whimpers.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, pumping my thumb in and out of her ass. “More?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Shiloh, I need more.”
He already has three fingers in her cunt and he raises his brow in question. I’m enjoying being in a position of authority. I don’t think anyone but Winter has ever looked at me like this.
“Fist her,” I grunt, removing my thumb to push three of my fingers into her ass, enjoying the way she squeals.
I’m a little less careful than he’s being, but that’s only because I have a direct line to her mind. I can feel what she does, and know if it’s too much or not.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Shiloh growls, his tone low and rumbly, making Winter shudder as it travels up her body.
I incline my head, licking up Winter’s back as her tank top rides up her body. The heady scent of her arousal makes me groan as I continue to push her shirt out of the way. Winter pulls it off and tosses it away, her cheek on the couch as she clenches around Shiloh and my fingers.
“You’re so pretty,” I murmur. “I bet you’d prefer our dicks, wouldn’t you, pretty girl?”
