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“I don’t want to wait any longer. Make me feel good,” she says in a pleading voice as she pushes the bottom of my glass up so that my next sip of bourbon turns into me downing the rest of my drink.

Fuck I hate the Thandroan military right now.

Imagining it’s Ana here, not Cassie, I pull her into me by her bare ass, the lace dental floss she’s calling underwear is pinched between her cheeks, already out of my way.

She gasps and starts to say something, but I’m ready to gag her just so I don’t have to hear her talk. Okay, maybe the BDSM room wouldn’t have been a bad choice after all.

We went over likes and limits while we were at the pool earlier. After learning she likes food and drink play, and being submissive, my plan snapped into place.

“Slowly pour your drink over your neck and chest,” I command.

“Yes, Sir,” she says in her seductive tone before pouring a trail from her collarbone all the way down to her underwear.

Gods, this just keeps getting worse.

I tsk loudly at her, but she giggles beneath where I’m hovering. “I didn’t tell you to go so low, did I, Cassie?”

“I’m sorry, Sir, it just slipped.”

“Slipped, hmm?”

“Yes, Sir. A clumsy mistake.”

Leaning down to the top of her underwear, I begin to slowly lick, kiss, and suck up the champagne. Each movement she lets out a moan, the pitch all wrong from my wife, and I can’t help but lightly cover her mouth with my hand to muffle her sounds.

I tease both of her breasts like I’m going to move her bra, but I don’t, and she groans in frustration. But I already know she likes being denied what she wants, one of her driving kinks that led her to being ok with Ana and me saying in advance that we wouldn’t go all the way with them tonight.

When I make it up her throat, her eyes are already closed, and I quickly drop the spelled eye drops into my eyes and return the bottle to my pocket.

This tonic leaves no time for me to hesitate. Reaching down, I palm her slick center.

Her lust-filled eyes shoot open and lock onto mine.

“That’s right. You look at me while I touch you.”

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“Don’t look away or I'll stop.” I move my palm over her underwear, grinding it against her clit as she moans louder into my hand.

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She’s rocking against my hand now, but that’s it. The scanning is done. I just need to work my way out of this mess.

I bring her to the edge by drawing patterns on her exposed skin with an ice cube in my mouth and gliding my fingers between her legs, never actually touching where she's desperate to be touched again. But I refuse to bring her to orgasm.

*Smack*

I hear my girls groan, quickly followed by Julian’s voice.