Page 209 of The Sidekick

“So we’re going to teach you both yoga, just like I said. With a twist.”

“We already agreed to the rules,” Trevor grits out angrily.

“You didn’t ask the right questions,” Asher replies without pity. “Use your safe word if you can’t handle it.”

“You dirty bastard,” Max whispers with a glare.

Asher’s smug smile returns. “I’d recommend suffering in silence, personally. I’m addicted to seeing her cum. You won’t want to miss it. Unless you don’t want to play anymore? We can always do this at home, angel.”

I raise a brow at Max, getting back into it. Let them know what it’s like to watch someone else get relief while you stew in frustration. I don’t care what their intentions were. It sucked. Now they’ll know what it’s like.

Asher is a genius.

A muscle jumps in Trevor’s jaw repeatedly before he grinds out, “Let’s play.”

Max’s lips firm, and he crosses his legs to sit straight. His hands press down into the mat on either side of him. He looks so determined. Like this is some kind of test he’s going to pass, come heck or high water. Trevor puts his hands on his desk to keep them in sight.

“Stand.”

I tuck my feet under and roll to my feet easily. My skirt flutters back down as my palms start to sweat.

I’m nervous about this. Asher told me that they would love and hate every second of it. He told me they would be upset that they weren’t the first ones to make me orgasm. I didn’t believe it. I do now. Hopefully, he’ll be right about this too.

Asher pulls his chair around until he’s closer to the door, out of my sight.

“Face me.”

I spin, making my skirt flare out.

He’s leaning back with a soft smile, and his knees spread so I can see his erection. I’m surprised he’s so hard. We haven’t really started yet.

“Take your panties off and toss them behind you. Whoever catches them gets something to hold onto for the rest of the session.”

Max makes a sharp sound of longing behind me as I reach under my skirt from the front so only Asher can see me slide them down. He licks his lips when I reveal the soft cotton, making me feel like it’s lingerie instead of plain panties. When they slide far enough that they can all see, Max makes a choking sound.

I sweep my hands over the back of my skirt to keep my body hidden and crouch to pick up the panties. I gently toss them over my shoulder.

“Mine,” Trevor says in a dark taunt. Max doesn’t say anything.

“Good,” Asher’s head tilts as he looks me up and down with hooded eyes.

“They’re wet.” Trevor groans.

“Of course they are,” Asher gives me a smug smile, and I return it with my own shy grin. “She knows her reward.”

My thighs squeeze together as moisture gathers. My cheeks turn pink with embarrassment.

He leans forward, staring at my breasts through the material.

“The bra needs to go, angel. Pull the top down so I can see all the marks I left on you.”

“Fucker,” Max grits out angrily.

I give Asher a less confident smile.

“The picture you sent me was perfect,” he changes the subject as I slowly pull the elastic top down to reveal my back to them. “I was in a shit mood until it came in. I want you to send me more.”

“You didn’t think it was silly?” I ask and reach back to undo the catch of my bra.

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