“Thank you,” Rosalind said over her shoulder.
Dav spotted Lazerath squirming where he stood with eyes locked on Rosalind’s crossed wrists. “You good?”
“Y-yup,” he said, clearing his throat before answering more firmly. “Yes.”
“Come here,” Dav instructed, placing Laz’s hands over the rope as he finished tying. He showed Laz how to free the rope, then secured it a little tighter on her wrists.
Rosalind sucked in a breath, andfuck, Dav’s cock was already hardening. Satisfied with his work, he turned Rose to face Laz and backed away.
“What are you…” Laz’s brow rose when Dav lowered himself into the chair, leaning back and getting himself comfortable. He slowly loosened the ties of his shirt before spreading his legs. Surveying with a calm he did not feel. Not yet.
Rosalind looked on, squirming but much more in control than Laz who had gone completely still.
“If we’re ready to begin,” Davarox said, eyeing him then gesturing toward Rosalind. “Those pants need to go.”
Laz’s hands snapped toward her hips, using his grip on the tight fabric to pull her closer. Just when Dav was about to warn him, Lazerath slowed his pace, tightened his grip, and then, while keeping perfect eye contact, bent a knee.
He lowered himself to the floor, gaze locked on Rosalind as he rubbed his palms over her thighs, to the backs of her knees, and then back up to the ties at her waist. His fingers plucked at the knot, slowly tugging until he could get a better grip of the fabric.
Rosalind wiggled her hips as he peeledher pants down, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her flesh. For all Davarox had felt her thighs and ass in his palms, watching was a special kind of pleasure.
“Oh, beautiful,” Laz groaned as he removed her heeled boots to pull her legs free. He dragged his nose up the inside of her leg, and Dav decided not to scold him for the tongue that darted out to taste her.
“Leave the lace,” Dav said when Laz’s fingers inched closer to the pink lace that matched her bustier. “She looks too good.”
Lazerath hummed his agreement, tail swishing across the floor.
“You look good, too,” Davarox said, testing the tension in the room. “On your knees like that, probably hard as fuck being so close to her cunt and not being allowed to taste. Am I right, Rosalind?”
She nodded, her cheeks a soft pink. “He looks desperate already.”
“Of course he is. Did you wear pink just for him?”
“For you, too.”
“Trying to distract me? Make me forget about earlier?”
Rosalind’s eyes widened, the black nearly swallowing the color as thrill spiked her heart. The scent of her arousal permeated the air.
Davarox crooked his finger, tongue wetting his lower lip as she took the first step in his direction. Lazerath made to move, too, but Dav held up his other hand.
“Not you.” With Rose still walking toward him, wrists at her back, he said to Laz, “Stay there on your knees like a good boy and watch.”
Dav could now see the hardness pressing at Laz’s trousers, see how turned on this made him, and more of his own nerves dissipated at the sight.
Rosalind stopped in front of Dav, pulling his attention back to his temptress as she tugged her lower lip between her teeth.
“Not even arguing with me.”
She shook her head. “I know what’s coming.”
“Do you, now?” He let his eyes trail down her chest, to the softness of her belly and the curve of her hips. Then back to her face. “Prove it.”
Rose did, because she was so excellent at following his directions. And though she wasn’t a tease, she did swish her hips just enough to show how much she anticipated what was to come. She moved to the side of his chair, eyes drifting to the cabinet that had been left open.
“Like before, baby,” Dav reassured her, knowing her eyes had gone to some toys he had no intention of ever using. “You say the word and we move on.”
Rosalind took a slow breath before adjusting her feet then bent herself over the arm of the chair, putting her face directly over his erection.
