I nod down to Emery. “Ask her yourself. I am not her keeper.”
The red-haired woman grins. “Très bien.” She reaches out, caressing Emery’s cheek, her tone raspy as she says, “Veux-tu jouer avec nous?” She glances over her shoulder. “Mes amis et moi pensons que vous êtes incroyablement belle.”
I place a gentle palm on the small of Emery’s back and translate into her ear. “She’s asking if you want to play with her.” I can feel Emery’s heartbeat quicken. “She also said they think you are incredibly beautiful.”
Emery’s cheek flushes the cutest shade of pink. “Merci,” she murmurs, standing at the precipice of temptation, her gaze flitting between the three women, their allure undeniable, their intentions clear. The room pulsates, and I can practically taste the anticipation in the air.
The red-haired temptress leans closer, her breath warm against Emery's ear as she repeats the question, this time in English. "Do you want to play with us or not?" Her friends coo from afar, their expressions tainted with a hunger that matches Emery's own awakening needs. “Answer me, kitten.”
I remain silent, my arousal building with every passing second, and then, she says it, her voice but a husky whisper. “I do.”
The red-headed woman smirks, dancing her hand down Emery’s arm until their fingers lace together. “Come,” she says, tossing me a wink. “We will take good care of your kitten.”
“Have fun, darling,” I whisper, and with that, she walks away toward her new pack, each woman knowing they’ll have to show her, teach her, train her to be good fucking girl.
I step back, sinking into a plush chaise, my gaze glued to Emery as she settles onto the edge of the large rounded ottoman. With my cock hard between my palm, I lean back and watch.
They’re like vultures, all three of them, circling her. Two above, one below. They slowly peck at her robe, savoring each touch as they slide it off her shoulders.
Their hands slide down her chest, nails scraping gently at her skin as they scoop her breasts into their hands, kneading and rolling and licking. Emery’s mouth gapes open as both women take her nipples into their mouths.
Emery’s eyes stay on mine as she’s lulled into submission, her conquers’ lips leaving wet trails in their wake as her neck twists and turns, as her spine arches and curves. I growl, watching her pleasure heighten, and then the red-headed woman lowers her down, and the real games begin.
Emery doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight, she succumbs to her wants, to her needs, and it's liberating to watch, so fucking arousing. They part her legs, grazing the soft apex of her thighs, and I can see Emery’s fingers curl around the throw blanket.
The red vulture, the leader of the pack, doesn’t hesitate as she lurches forward, her mouth sucking on Emery’s clit. My pulse quickens.Oh, I like her.She knows how to make my girl feel good.Yes, that’s right. Eat her.My grip tightens around my cock, my strokes firmer, harder, more aggressive as she fucking devours Emery.
She must taste so good. They know they’re lucky. They know they have a fucking angel beneath their tongues.
Emery’s moans drown out all the other voices in the room like she’s on a different frequency, on a different fucking plane. Her moans grow louder and louder and louder until it’s all I hear, all I can feel, until—Fuck!
“You’ve always been rather messy,” a feminine voice coos.
Through fluttering eyelids, I see the outline of a white handkerchief floating in front of my face, my buzzing brain unable to process its meaning.
The woman sighs. “Really?”
I blink several times, my heartbeat slowing down as my vision steadies. Vivienne’s amused face becomes clearer. She sits down beside me with a sigh and forces the handkerchief into my hand.
“Clean up, Quinton. This is a place of class.”
I stare at her, and then, when we’re unable to keep a straight face for a second longer, we spill out in laughter.
“How long were you standing there?” I ask, wiping myself clean.
“Long enough,” she says, pulling a gold cigarette holder from her garter. She opens the container, pulling out a smoke and lighting it up. After taking the first drag, she passes it to me, and I graciously accept. “Looks like yourfriendis having quite a riveting evening thus far.”
“It appears so,” I hum, smoke filling my lungs, the nicotine hitting my brain like a sweet aftershock of release.
Our gazes remain on Emery and her new attentive playmates. Almost too attentive. I’m not entirely sure Emery even knows where she is right now. Let alone that I exist. But she deserves it. Blinding pleasure.
“Thank you for inviting us, Viv. I know you don’t usually open the list to outsiders.”
Vivienne places a cold, thin hand on my thigh and smiles. “Any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”
I perk a brow. “New philosophy these days?”
She smacks my shoulder. “I am not a vicious bitch like many think.” She points a long, black fingernail in between her exposed breasts. “I have a heart. It is small. But it is there.” I let out an airy chuckle, and Vivienne sighs. “So, I take it you are off-limits this evening?” She glances around. “Or perhaps you’ve simply lost your edge.”
