“Lift your dress and let me look at you.”
She squirms. Fabia decides to eat the rest of her breakfast outside. As the door closes behind her, my queen bunches her skirt in her fists and slowly drags it up her legs.
“If you were a good girl,” I say as I hold her hooded gaze, “Jace could be down on his knees, between your legs right now, getting your ass ready for my cock.”
Her lips part as she breathes quicker.
“Would you have liked that, Jace?”
“Yes,” he groans.
“Are you disappointed she isn’t a good girl?”
“Yes.”
Reaching forwards, I pick up a tiny sauceboat filled with chocolate. Pouring a thin line up from her knee to her thigh, I say, “If you were a good girl, I could be licking all of this off you.”
She whimpers as I let a couple drops fall onto her pussy. They run down her, and I watch her pretty wet lips clench with need. She shuffles her legs wider.
I set the jug down, then push to my feet and hold out my hand. “Keep your dress up as you hop off the table so Jace can see your ass. If you were a good girl, his tongue could be buried between your cheeks right now as you ride my face.”
“Please,” she says as she peers up at me. When I don’t move, she adds, “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll remember to eat.”
“I know you will. Because that belt will teach you.”
Need twisting her pretty little face, she hops off the table, her dress held up around her waist.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” I say as my eyes dip down to her pussy. “How’s her ass, Jace?”
“Fuck,” he groans. “Did you use a toy for any of these bruises, or was it all your hand?”
“My hand.”
He adjusts his trousers as he stares at my wife, and the urge to have him watch us without being able to join in is making me fucking hard.
“Spread your legs,” I order, my voice rough.
She does so immediately. I lean forwards to lick the chocolate off her pussy. She cries out. Rocks her hips. But I pull away.
Grabbing her right hand, I place it between her legs. “Give Jace a taste of what he could’ve had today if only you were a good girl.”
Whimpering, she pushes two fingers inside herself. I can see her warring with the need to make herself come. Her thighs are soaked with her arousal. Her face is flushed hot. I let her stroke herself a few times, but just as I’m about to stop her, she pulls out herself.
A satisfied smile tugs at my lips as she holds her hand out to Jace. Walking around the table, he doesn’t hesitate to suck her fingers into his mouth. With a groan, he rubs his hand across his hard cock.
“Do you want to be a good girl?” I ask my queen.
“Yes,” she rasps, her eyes on Jace as she shudders from the heat of his mouth.
“Then what do you need to do?” Standing, I fasten the chastity belt around her. Jace slowly slides his lips off her fingers.
Trembling with need, Arienna looks at me. She offers me that same hand, “Ask for food when I’m hungry.”
“Good girl.” Holding her gaze, I suck her wet fingers into my mouth.
Fucking hel. Jace’s cleaned her too well.
I groan in frustration. She mewls with need. And Jace turns away from us, swearing about being a masochist.
