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A gentle touch to my balls has a groan rumbling in my chest. Rayne teases me there as Harper swallows every inch of me. The woman is a fucking magician as she taunts me with soft licks before running her teeth along the hard shaft with every upward movement of her mouth.

My head drops back, and I close my eyes, basking in the sensations racing through me. As the electricity courses through every inch of my nervous system, it’s like the most perfect high.

The soft gagging sounds and gentle moans from my little mouse are enough to take me to the edge within minutes, but I don’t want this to end too soon. I tangle my fingers in Harper’s hair, and I tug her gently off my dick.

“Both of you,” I order as I push the chair back and rise to my full height. “I want you naked and bent over this fucking desk. Right now.”

Shrugging off my shirt, I watch as they take the opportunity to tease each other as they strip. The sight of these two women taking off their clothes has my cock aching to be inside them.

I want nothing more than to feel them soak me. There’s something delicious about seeing them at my mercy, having them beg me for permission to come, to find their release. I can’t wait to taunt them like they’ve been teasing me.

“Bend over.” The command is harsh, and they obey effortlessly.

I don’t know if it’s their conditioning, after years of abuse, that makes them so submissive, but their need to please me is always rewarded with pleasure. I’ve never and will never cause them harm or leave them frustrated. And they know that.

It’s taken a long time for trust to build between us, but now that it has, there’s nothing more irresistible than seeing these beauties at my mercy.

I allow my hands to swat at Harper’s ass and then Rayne’s, again and again. Whimpers of pleasure echo around the office as my handprint turns their asscheeks bright red.

“Please,” Rayne is the first to beg. But I don’t give her what she’s asking for.

I love to hear both of them plead for my fingers and my cock.

“Please?” My voice is rough with desire. Need burns through my veins as I look down at the two supple bodies in front of me. They’re mine. “Are you begging for my fingers, little raindrop?”

I lean toward her as I speak, my mouth at her ear. She nods, biting her lower lip as I swat her ass once more.

“Then say it.”

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RAYNE

I’m lost to the pleasure causing my skin to tingle and goose bumps to rise over every inch of me. Dante loves to have control of our bodies. He swats our butts, over and over, until I can’t take the lust coursing through my veins any longer. All I crave is to be taken. And Dante knows it. This is what he enjoys, hearing us beg and plead for more.

My thighs squeeze together, and I want nothing more than for his fingers, or his cock, to fill me. I want him to stretch me. There’s a delicious, pained pleasure that comes with Dante taking what he wants and giving us what we need, what I crave. It’s not going to be a long scene tonight, we don’t have the time, so I know I’ll find my release very soon.

“Then tell me, little raindrop, what are you begging for?” he whispers as his large palm slowly circles my ass.

“I need you inside me,” I plead.

Harper and I are resting our heads, side by side, on the desk, and when our eyes meet, she smiles at me.

“Oh?” Dante taunts me once more as his fingers tease their way down my spine to the crack of my butt. I’m almost sure he’s about to touch me where I need it most, but then he takes his hand away, and I can’t stop the whimper that escapes my lips.

“Dante,” Harper whispers. “Please, use us,” she begs.

The trust we put in this man is something I didn’t think was possible. It’s taken a long while for us to reach this level of trust with him, but now we have, there’s no fear. We know with Dante we’re safe.

“My two little dolls want this?” he murmurs as his fingers tease us.

I know he’s doing the same to me as he is to Harper, and the contact of his fingers against my wet center sends me reeling.

He knows just how to touch us, how to pleasure us, and from the deep rumble in his chest, I know he’s enjoying it as much as we are. I can feel his fingers inside me, stretching me, as he finger-fucks me and Harper. It’s as if he’s the maestro, and we’re his instruments.

My thighs are trembling, and I know I’m close to coming, but as I’m about to tip over the edge, Dante removes his fingers, and I can’t stop the frustrated, keening cry that falls from my lips.

“Pretty girls who tease me don’t get to come just yet,” he whispers to us as his hand tangles in my hair, and he gently pulls me to my feet. “Harper sit on the desk,” Dante orders, and our girl obeys him with a smile on her face.

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