Page 70 of Spies Like Us

Before he can say anything else, a woman walks toward us, and my eyes meet hers through the bars. It’s all I can do to hide my shiver when I see the dark look in her gaze. I know before she even opens her mouth that this woman is evil.

“Matthew, I hear that blood play will not be allowed this evening. Explain,” she demands waspishly, and I see Matthew roll his eyes before turning to face her.

“Lucinda, darling!” he cries joyfully and gives her air kisses. She just wrinkles her nose but accepts them. “I have the governor’s sons on the hook. I just need to reel them both in. I’m worried your little blood sports might be pushing them too far, and until I have them firmly ensconced within the society, I’d rather not risk them balking at your idea of fun.”

She huffs and turns her attention to the two of us in the cage. Her eyes widen, and a look of interest crosses her face. “It looks like you have some new entertainment. They are delightful. Give them to me for the night to make up for my disappointment.” She loses the haughty attitude and pouts at Matthew like a spoiled child.

He tuts. “I’m sorry, but these two are my bait for my whales. You’ll have to find someone else to play with. Brock will be here, why don’t you find him? He does enjoy your attention.”

She fake gags. “Ugh, that slug. Fine, I guess I can take my frustration out on him, but then I want a turn with these two once your whales are finished. I’m assuming they won’t have exclusive rights all night.”

Matthew shrugs. “I can’t tell you that. I haven’t discussed the arrangements with them yet.” He looks up as the doors open from the foyer and people start to pour in. I’d been paying so much attention to the conversation in front of me that I wasn’t watching the rest of the room. The rest of the staff is scattered artfully around the space. Nathaniel, the guy who winked at Miller, is strapped into the stocks and is being railed by the tiny pixie girl, Shelby, who’s wearing a strap-on. In front of him is the other guy whose name I don’t know, and he’s ramming his cock down Nathaniel’s throat. Lust beats at my body, and I can’t stop the moan the slips from my lips at the sight. God, I wish that was Miller, Ry, and me.

“Get to it.” Matthew points at us before walking away, greeting masked people as they make their way farther into the room. Lucinda rolls her eyes and walks over to watch Cindy twirling around the stripper pole. She leans in and asks her something, and I watch her blanch slightly before she nods. They walk off toward the back room together. I feel a pang of anxiety, but there’s nothing I can do for now.

My eyes drift back to the stocks as I feel Miller’s hands slide up to grab my hips, hauling my body back against his chest. I let my head fall onto his shoulder as he leans in and kisses my neck. He caresses my breasts gently as he rubs his hard cock against my ass. “Do you wish that was us?” he asks quietly enough that the masked couple who stopped to look at us can’t hear.

“You know if you decide to stay with us, I’m sure we can arrange some special fun. Max has a sex dungeon in our house, or he will if we ever get time to furnish it. We have a huge basement. Your parents think we’re going to turn it into a game room, and we will for half of it, but the other half is now behind a secret wall. We had a separate arrangement with the contractor who built it, and that’s going to be our playroom. I’m sure Max would be happy to get some stocks for it.”

My pussy drips, his words and the ecstasy making my panties grow damp when I think about having fun with them. I am so down for that. The man in front of us pushes his hand through the bars to stroke my body. Miller growls and whirls me around so I’m out of reach. The man frowns, but the woman laughs out loud. I don’t recognize either of them, and I lose track of them as Miller pushes me back until he sits me on the seat in the middle of the cage. He stretches out one arm, attaching one of the restraints before doing the same to my other, then he steps back and looks at me, my arms spread wide for his enjoyment.

“Fuck, you look pretty,” he mutters, adjusting his hard length, which is pushing against his sparkly shorts. He bends down and slides my panties off, leaving me completely naked. I should feel self-conscious because more and more people are gathering around the cage to watch, but the coke and ecstasy are riding my system hard, and I have no fucks left to give. I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the ache in my core.

“Nope, I want to see your pussy dripping with need,” Miller mutters. I don’t think he wants the crowd to hear us. Even though we’re performing in front of them, what he’s saying is just for us. I could kiss him for it. He pushes on my thighs, forcing my legs open before reaching for a cuff and wrapping it around my ankle, then he does the same to my other one. He steps back and looks at me. I’m sitting spread-eagle for everyone to see. Although I feel eyes all around us, my focus is completely on the man in front of me. He gets down on his knees like a slave before a queen, and runs his tongue up myfolds, stopping at my clit and sucking it into his mouth.

I shudder with the sensation and throw my head back. “God,” I cry out, my inhibitions at an all-time low thanks to the drugs in my system. I totally get why Meri and Sam recommended we take some. I’m not sure I could have done this without them. I thought I was just going to be sold to Max, not put on display for everyone.

Miller makes a meal of my pussy, and I squirm and cry and plead for him to give me what I need. He uses his tongue and fingers to drive my pleasure higher and higher, but just when I think I’m going to come, he pulls away. I don’t know how long he tortures me, it feels like it goes on indefinitely, but when tears flow down my face, and I’m hoarse from begging and pleading, he pulls away and stands up, kicking off his own shorts and approaching me. He kisses me, and I can taste myself on his mouth, but I don’t care. I just wish I could get my hands on him.

“Holy fuck, look at the hardware in that. That has to hurt!” I hear a male voice shout, but I already know what it feels like, and I can’t fucking wait.

“Shut up, David. I want to see that.” I recognize the second voice. Fucking Brock Marshall. I guess Lucinda hasn’t gotten her talons in him yet.

Miller pulls away, stroking his cock with one hand, and I hear another voice say, “Boys didn’t look like that when I was younger.” It’s female, and I don’t recognize it, but I hear others giggle with agreement.

Miller lines up and smoothly pushes into me. Thank God for all his prep work, because he isn’t small or patient. I groan wantonly as he fills me.

I’m about to beg for more when a loud, pompous voice calls out, “What the fuck? We paid for these two exclusively tonight. That means they are our entertainment, nobody else’s.”

My eyes snap open and find Max’s crystal blue gaze blazing with fury. Beside him is Ry, whose matching blue eyes are fixed on where Miller’s cock is deep in my pussy. Both wear tailored suits and look mouth-wateringly delicious.

“Of course. I’ll get them out of there for you now.” Matthew is behind them, smirking with unfettered glee. He comes over to the cage and lowers it to the ground. Miller grabs for one of the bars so he doesn’t fall over with the movement. As soon as the cage hits the ground, Max yanks the door open and steps in.

“Unstrap her,” he commands Miller, who hurries to do as he commands, rubbing my arms and legs to help with the blood flow.

“You are my brother’s plaything tonight,” Max approaches us and pushes Miller away. “Go with him. I’ll take care of her.” I can hear the underlying care, but anyone else would hear a threat. Miller plays his part and hesitates, and Max backhands him. My mouth drops open in shock, and I slap a hand over my mouth, but it’s not quick enough to smother my surprised gasp. Max’s hand shoots out and wraps around my throat, cutting off my air.

Fuck, I know he said he’d have to do things that he wouldn’t normally do, but I wasn’t expecting this. I don’t think he pulled his punch either.

Miller grabs his cheek and glares at Max.

“Fuck, big brother. You know I don’t like my meat tenderized. Keep your hands to yourself,” Ry jokes, playing the spoiled playboy, but there’s no denying the steel behind his words.

I hear whispers in the crowd surrounding the cage.

“Are those the Turner boys?”

“Wow, I never would have pegged them as deviants.”

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