Page 10 of Whispers In Wonderland

CHAPTER SIX

JORDAN

He’s snuck up on us. Derek lingers in the darkness, shrouded by the shadows, but the heat of his intense energy radiates toward me. Even without seeing his defined muscles and piercing blue eyes, I know he’s there. My pulse quickens with excitement and my stomach twists with anticipation as I wait for him to step into the light.

What do you think of the hot little lemur begging on my table, Sir?

Sasha’s beautiful raven hair clings to her brow as my fingers dance over her body. Her generous curves arch and twist as much as her bindings will allow, desperately seeking more stimulation from Zuzu’s skilled tongue twirling between her legs. My core clenches in empathy, my panties becoming damp with arousal as Zuzu eagerly follows my commands to tease her sensitized flesh.

He’s eager to please both his mate and me as he balances her orgasm on a knife’s edge.

I drink in Sasha’s soft moans and gasps. Her body’s like a canvas, ready to be painted with pleasure. My attention’s split between the soft swells of Sasha’s breasts and the Dominant behind a demon mask as he steps from the shadows on silent feet. The hairs on the back of my neck rise as Derek’s ice-blue eyes meet mine through the slits in his mask.

“That’s it,” I purr to Zuzu. “Keep her right on the edge.”

Zuzu’s wicked tongue continues working its magic, but I can’t take my eyes off Derek. I can’t ignore the pull he has on me as he takes deliberate, measured steps closer, every line of his body exuding power.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl, starting without me,” he tsks, sending another wave of arousal coursing through me. Sasha stares up at him, transfixed, caught between arousal and delightful fear at the appearance of the handsome devil intent on ruling us all.

“Who are your playmates, Kitten?” Derek’s low, gruff voice rolls through me like a touch.

“Sasha, Sir, and Zuzu.” I grin.

“Mm. Usual rules of engagement?” he asks, his gaze feasting on Sasha as she trembles from riding the edge of ecstasy. Her white teeth sink into her full bottom lip hard, fighting off orgasm. “Yes, Sir, and Sasha must always remain in her mate’s sight. The safe word is Tarzan.”

Always one to enjoy a struggle to obey, he runs his fingertips over Sasha’s collarbone, the pinky caressing the upper swell of her breasts as she whimpers.

“So soft and beautiful,” he praises, “trying so hard to be a good pet, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir,” she says, struggling against the bindings, no longer able to sit still.

“You have impeccable timing. Sasha’s ready for her orgasm, if it pleases you, Sir.”

Her body arches in plea as I tweak her nipple, for the last time without direction from my Dom.

“I can see why you were impatient to play, Kitten,” he speaks soft and low, as all our eyes lock on him.

“Yes, Sir,” I breathe, my anticipation shimmering through the air. “We’re so glad you’ve joined us.”

Derek’s eyes rake over Sasha’s body, his lips curving as she quivers all over.

“You’ve done well, but now it’s time to let me have my turn.”

A shiver runs down my spine at the steel in his tone. I love to control a scene, but I love to submit to Derek more. I nod, step back from the table and lower my eyes, ceding control of the scene. We cannot deny the raw, magnetic attraction between us, and it always grows stronger when we share a scene with another couple.

“Very good, Kitten,” he praises me, his voice dripping with approval. “Now kneel and watch how it’s done.”

Arrogant bastard.

Too bad the way he plays my body is too addictive to make him pay for saying shit like that.

I sink to my knees beside Zuzu, as his lips, wet with Sasha’s arousal, curve. The anticipation crackles in the air as we wait for Derek to claim his prize.

To my surprise, rather than reach for his favorite crop, Derek opens his belt buckle and removes his belt with a soft hiss, the leather supple and menacing in his skilled hands. He doubles it over and a crack rings out when it strikes his palm, as he revels in Sasha’s jolt of

reaction.

A second, louder crack rings out and my nipples harden to points. The undeniable yearning in me is nothing compared to the visible shudder of longing rippling through Zuzu. Derek’s eyes darken with lust at the reaction, and his arousal sends a shiver down my spine.

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