She releases the charm and pulls free a miniscule thumb drive.
Fucking little minx.
Maybe we need to mix a little reward with her punishment.
Saint stares at it for a second before he takes it from her grasp, stalks to his door, and bellows JP’s name. Less than a minute later, he closes and locks his office door again, and when he turns to the room, it’s time to play.
We all move at once, clearing off Saint’s minimalist desk, moving Wren around it, lifting her to the edge. I kneel before her, tearing down her shorts.
No panties. Moisture clings to her slit already.
I don’t start small, grasping her knees and spreading her apart before I dive in, lapping at her sweet pussy as she gasps and moans. The slick slide of my tongue between her folds has me addicted.
It’s been so long since I feasted on a woman this way, since I wanted to and got drunk off it like this.
Sucking on her clit, I work two fingers into her, finding that spot that makes her back arch and a whimpering moan fall from between her lips.
When she contracts around my fingers, I push her just a little further, until her thighs shake and she’s nearing her orgasm, then I pull myself away. Breathing hard, I retreat, rounding the desk.
That plump mouth of hers is pinched between her teeth as she peers up at me.
Doc sinks between her thighs, and her eyes flash before fluttering closed. Mouth falling open, revving up faster, her chest heaves. Moans fill the space between us.
When her hands sink down into his hair, I smooth my palms down her arms and pull them up above her head.
Her eyes pop open, looking up at me with a mix of lust and defiance. Such a sweet combination. I keep her gaze locked with mine as her pleasure rises, chest heaving, panting, moaning softly like she’s trying to hide how good it feels.
But as an incoming orgasm glazes over her features, Doc pulls away, standing with a grin at her groan of frustration.
Saint takes his time lowering himself to his knees. Hands caressing her bare thighs as they tremble, hooking her knees over his shoulders. He plants kisses along her flesh, nips and bites, meandering touches that rile her up almost as much as eating and leaving her hanging does.
He doesn’t relent until she huffs and whimpers. His hands sink under her shirt.
Wren’s eyes flash up to mine again. She licks her lips, opening her mouth in invitation.
“That’s not going to get you out of this, princess.” But my voice is gruff, giving me away. I want to fuck that pretty mouth of hers.
There will be time for that later.
“No distractions,” I tell her.
As she nears her climax for the third time, her body jerks at the lack of completion, twisting and arching to try and reach Saint’s mouth where he hovers just above her.
Saint spreads her thighs, a small smile on his face as he watches her pussy contract, the wetness spreading. And he shares a devious look with me before he blows across her folds.
Wren sucks in a breath, but she doesn’t beg. She barely pouts.
“You’re being such a good girl. I think we’ll have to turn this up a notch.” And since it’s my turn, I do.
Doc takes her hands, and I only turn the one corner, palm caressing her thigh until my fingers nestle in her core. No clit stimulation, just a steady thrust with two fingers even as she seeks out what she wants.
It takes a little longer to work her up this time, and she fights me a little when I sink my fingers home and leave them there, scissoring them inside her.
Wren lifts her head to look at me, but I merely smile at her, pulling my touch free and sinking between her knees again for another taste. It would be so easy to lose myself in her. Would it be worse to deny her or make her come again and again and again until she passes out from the pleasure?
We’re about to see which does her in.
“Such a good girl,” Saint says, smoothing her hair from her face. “But you know this doesn’t end until you beg.”
