Page 35 of Stroke of Luck

Othello uses both hands and rips the opening at the crotch he’s made larger, then grabs the front of my panties. He looks me dead in the eye as he takes the knife and cuts that away from my body as well.

“You wanted to see the real me under the mask. Well here it is, baby girl… scared?” Othello taunts.

I raise a defiant brow at him. “Dude, I just let you Edward Scissorhands my outfit without flinching, and you think I’m scared? What else you got?”

For the first time, Othello flashes me a brilliant smile that excites me and sends chills down my spine. This man, for all his control and posh nature, is full of darkness—he just never lets it out to play. He crawls up my body again and gives me a scorching kiss that has me arching up into him, craving whatever friction I can get.

“Paolo thought he was clever, putting you in something that made it difficult to get to your delectable body too easily, but he’s going to have to do better next time. You’re lucky I made it to the limo before ravaging you.”

I tremble at his words as he runs a hand down my body and plunges two fingers into my pussy, making me moan.

“I plan to see how many orgasms I can get you to have before I get you back home where we can play more freely.”

“How long of a drive is it?” I pant, clutching his shirt.

“Fifteen minutes if I tell the driver to get us there directly, thirty if he goes the scenic route. What should I tell him, baby girl?” Othello whispers into my ear, letting his lips trail along the outer shell.

I writhe under his touch as he rolls his thumb over my clit. “Faster. I need your dick in me or I’m going to lose my mind.”

“Where’s the fun in that? I love being able to see the pleasure written on your face. And besides, I have to give you some sort of punishment for what you did outside the club. You’ll get my cock when I decide you get it.”

Remo shifts in his seat behind me, reminding me that he’s here watching all of this. “Will Remo be able to play with us as well?”

“Yes, baby girl, Remo and I like to share women between us, but it’s been a long time since we found one who was up to our style of play.”

I roll my head back as the first orgasm crashes into me, giving me a glimpse of Remo pumping his dick as he watches us, his eyes hooded with lust.

“That’s one,” he rumbles as Othello continues to finger fuck me through it.

Pulling his finger free, Othello picks me up so my ass is in the air and all my weight is on my shoulders and neck. “We can’t leave this hole neglected, can we? It’s hard to have a threesome without letting someone use the back door.”

He swirls his finger through my natural lube before he starts to massage my asshole. Of all the men I’ve slept with, I can’t remember ever having one so thorough in making sure I’m good and ready before he slips his fingers in and uses the “come here” motion with two fingers, causing me to buck at his touch, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through my body. Taking his other hand, he shoves a few fingers back into my pussy, working both my holes as he starts to talk dirty, something I’m learning I love.

“Look at you, so ready and willing to take what I give you, baby girl. Look at Remo. Watch him as he strokes himself.”

I do as he asks. Remo’s pants, now down to his ankles, give me an unobstructed view of him working his cock. He takes his time, not in a rush to get to the finish line, almost as if he likes to play right on the edge. His other hand rolls his balls, massaging them to torture himself further, and the sight of him pushes me over the edge of the cliff into another orgasm. I don’t know that anyone has gotten multiple out of me in such a short span of time, and I’m not sure if I can keep this pace up. We have to be getting close to home... right?

“Do you want to know what I have planned for you?” Othello asks as he pulls me up to sit in his lap.

Do I want to know? To be honest, I kind of love the idea of discovering what they have in store for me. Pushing off his chest, I look up at him, wanting him to see my face as I say this to him.

“No. I trust you to take care of all my needs and not to hurt me unless I’m willing to let it happen.”

Othello looks at me, utterly speechless at my confession. “That is not something you should tell someone lightly, baby girl.”

“I’ve never said that to a man before—let alone two—but I’m not taking it back.”

I hear Remo shift off his seat before I feel him press up behind me, pulling my head to the side so he has access to my neck. Slowly, he kisses his way from behind my ear down to my collarbone, where he latches onto the skin, sucking it. I know, without a doubt, there will be a hickey left behind, and even though it’s very high school of him, it warms my heart to know he wants to leave his mark on me.

“Coniglietto, you honor us with your trust,” Remo whispers along my skin. “There are rules to playing with us, but first I want you to tell us if there is anything you are unwilling to have us do?”

Leaning back into him, I feel safe and pampered held between them as I think that through. I don’t have many limits, but the ones I do are firm.

“I don’t do degradation—no spitting, peeing, or such things. Enemas are also off the table. Guess I’m not a fan of bodily fluids in general, but I think that’s it for my ‘completely off limits’ list. Other things I might need to talk through if I become uncomfortable, or I’ve never had done to me before,” I answer.

Othello kisses my forehead, my nose, then my mouth in a leisurely manner, making me squirm as I try to deepen the kiss. He pulls back with a slight growl, narrowing his eyes at me. “Good girls enjoy what they are given. We still have to go over the rules before we can move further tonight.”

Giving a sigh, I nod for him to go on.