It takes me a moment to hear what he said, my brain so utterlyfried.But then I jerk a hand towards my plate and pick up an egg roll. As he starts to undo my belt, Deirdre reaches over to me, about to cup my breast.
Jace grabs her hand and slams it down on the counter. She hisses in pain as I jump. I start to ask if she’s okay, but before I can form a single syllable, she’s arching back on a cry as Jace fills her with one strong thrust.
Then I’m crying too as Richard slips his fingers inside me. The chastity belt is on the floor. His lips are on mine. As he chases me to the edge of pleasure, I shake with utter need. “I’m – I’m…” I warn him as I moan and buck my hips.
He removes his fingers, and tears roll down my cheeks. My body shaking, I’m not ready when he kneels at my feet. Closing my legs, I shake my head hard.
“Colour?” he murmurs.
I whimper. “Yellow.”
His hands grab my knees. He forces them open.
“Colour?”
I close my eyes, wanting to blurt out red. “Yellow,” I squeak. I want to take it. I can take it.
Oh gods, I can’t take it
“Red!” I scream as soon as his tongue licks my pussy.
“Fuck,” he growls as he presses his forehead against my thigh. “I need to taste you, my queen.”
Jace pulls Deirdre off the counter and moves her behind Richard so she’s right in front of me. Pushing down on her back, he bends her over as he enters her from behind. Her hands shoot out to balance herself on my knees.
“Touch her and lose them,” Richard snaps.
Her hands shoot out to the sides, barely managing to catch herself. Her palms on the counter, her head barely above my king, she looks up at me as Jace fucks her hard and fast.
I whimper.
My thighs quiver.
“Colour?” Richard demands, his voice a rasp, a plea.
“I…”
My body is trembling with too much heat.
But I want to feel the breath of my king.
“Yellow,” I whisper.
His tongue is on me in an instant. His mouth suckling. His lips rubbing. I grab a fistful of his hair as I buck against him on a cry.
As Deirdre’s moans increase, her tits swaying with every powerful thrust, my arousal heightens. I’m so desperate to join her on her final scream. Jace wrenches her back by the hair. He cups her breast in one hand, her hip in the other, and pounds into her long and hard.
Richard’s tongue strokes inside me. My eyes water. My soul begs. I squeeze my thighs around his head, trapping him to me, holding my orgasm back.
My eyes flicker between my king and Deirdre and Jace. My body flush, my arousal deafening, I scream out, “Red!” as Deirdre screams in pleasure.
My king backs off immediately. Jace releases her breast to cut lines into his skin. Frantically. Desperately. Deeper and more lethal. Then he hauls her back and twists, pulling out at the same time. As he tosses her to the ground, she spins to face him. He grabs his cock, and jerking himself off to the same pace as his blade, he sprays his cum all over her face. Her mouth is open, but a lot of it misses.
Just witnessing it all is about to make me cum. Richard’s teeth sink deep into my shoulder. “Don’t do it,” he growls, his bite sharp and painful, helping me to hold it back.
“I need to be in you soon,” he rasps, his tongue licking my skin. “So be a good girl for your king.”
Crying hard, I shake my head.
