“Do you want to suck daddy’s dick?” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He tugged harder. “You’re a bad girl. Say ‘yes, sir.’”
“Yes, sir,” I corrected, loving every second of this.
He guided me to him, and I took him in my mouth, finding a rhythm while Florin teased me from behind, his hardness pressing against me before finally, finally entering me.
The sensation of being filled from both ends was overwhelming. I worked Lucien with my mouth while Florin thrust into me from behind, both of them moving in a rhythm that built and built until—
I came with such force I had to pull away from Lucien, crying out. At almost the same moment, Lucien finished, his release coating my mouth and dripping down to my breasts.
But they weren’t done with me.
Lucien picked me up and positioned me on the edge of the bed. My bunny costume was pooled around my waist, the ears still on my head but askew now.
I caught my reflection in a mirror across the room and barely recognized myself. I looked like something out of Playboy—a fantasy come to life. Cum on my chin and breasts, my makeup smeared, my body flushed with pleasure.
I’d never looked more beautiful.
Lucien massaged my breasts while Florin knelt and took my toes into his mouth, sucking gently.
I didn’t even know I had a foot fetish until that moment, but the sensation shot straight to my core.
Then Florin moved higher, his face buried between my legs, his tongue working magic while Lucien continued his ministrations on my breasts.
They took turns—one pleasuring me while the other watched, then switching. Over and over until I lost count of how many times I came, until my body was limp and boneless and completely satisfied.
I felt pure and filthy all at once. Submissive and powerful. Used and worshipped.
Two men who saw me, loved me, possessed me, and treated me like the queen I was always meant to be.
And as I lay there between them, champagne-drunk and sex-satisfied, I thought: This is what heaven feels like.
CHAPTER 18
Mark
Istared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror and barely recognized the man looking back.
Dark circles shadowed my eyes like bruises. I hadn’t shaved in days. My hair stuck up at odd angles, and my eyes looked hollow, haunted.
I looked like shit.
Ever since I’d suggested the open marriage, my life had spiraled downward faster than I could have imagined. Everything I thought I wanted had turned to ash in my hands.
And all I felt now was misery. And longing for my wife with such an intensity that the pit of my stomach hurt.
I didn’t care that she’d slept with my boss, or that she’d been with Florin. I didn’t care that she was getting all that attention and adoration from two men who could offer her things I never could.
I didn’t care about any of that because I’d brought this situation on her. I’d manipulated her into this arrangement for my own selfish reasons.
If Amelia had the time of her life with these men, I was genuinely happy for her. She deserved to be worshipped and celebrated and treated like the queen she was.
But God, I wanted her to come back to me.
I wanted my wife back.
