Page 36 of Dauntless

My eyes dropped to the floor. Elliott wanted to share me.

That was invitation enough for Dane. He pulled me to stand between his strong thighs and unzipped my dress and pulled it off. I trembled as his long fingers traced the outside of my thighs, to the edge of my underwear. “The second you walked in, all I could think of was ripping these off you.” I let out a ragged breath as he eased the black lace down my legs and off.

“Don’t speak,” Elliott commanded. There was his reminder. Nothing was going to happen unless I surrendered to their control. The idea that I was under their command gave the act a new meaning. I wanted to obey and trusted them to tell me what to do. Truly, I was already seduced, willing and waiting.

Dane pulled me back on the bed and gapped my thighs. “Leave them open for us to watch while we take off our clothes.”

The air was tingling on my bare skin. My whole body thrummed with expectation as it took over. No thoughts. I was already so wet, swollen between my thighs, aching with need.

I lifted my head toward Dane and watched him take off his underwear. His cock was long and thick in his hand as he palmed his shaft.

When Elliott came close he said, “Gia, look at me.” His voice was smooth and commanding, sending shudders of heat down my body. His eyes dilated, his jaw clenched as he moved next to me on the bed. I arched closer to his touch as he kissed me, wanting his hand on my thigh to go up, up, to where I needed it the most. I moaned. My pussy clenched in want. I gulped a breath and looked back at him, remembering not to speak. I awaited his command.

The dip on the bed next to me let me know Dane was also there. I shyly let my eye rove over the lean muscles on his chest and abs. I grew wetter, watching him stroke his cock already hard in his hand. I bit back a moan from escaping my lips. Then Elliott’s hands touched my thighs. He was down on his knees, spreading my legs wider. “Dane.”

Dane leaned over me from his side of the bed, and I gasped at the first touch of Dane’s tongue, slipping around my clit and through my slick folds as Elliott pumped his finger in and out of me.

I arched my back and moved my hands to touch their hairs but Dane pulled them away.

“Keep your hands on the bed,” he growled. He moved to suck on my breasts. I moaned, my hands moved to follow.

“So beautiful, Gia,” Elliott whispered. He took Dane’s place between my legs, and slipped his tongue inside me, and groaned into me as his tongue slid in stroking me deeper.

My inner wall clenched, and I muffled my cry, “Elliott.”

“Come,” Dane demanded. Elliott crooked his finger inside me and stroked my g-spot.

I whimpered my body shaking, I was coming. Dane bit down lightly on my nipple as Elliott sucked my clit and I came apart, my body convulsed as I climaxed. Elliott stood, and Dane took my hands to help me to sit up.

“I want to watch you tease Elliott’s cock with your mouth,” Dane said.

I turned to look at Elliott. His heavy-lidded eyes watching every move I made. As I took his cock in my hand, I couldn't help the ache that started inside me. I wanted him there, not in my mouth, but those were Dane's orders. I glanced back at Dane to see him observing, a focused air around him. I moved to follow his command. There was an extra thrill as I bent my head and enveloped the head of Elliott's cock. I sank down, luxuriating in the soft noise from Elliott. His cock was hot in my mouth, firming as soon as I started to move. I felt him in minute detail.

Dane's hand came to rest at the small of my back and burned there. I took it in stride, bobbing my head up and down, already feeling my mind going hazy with pleasure. The ache inside me was building as I listened to Elliott's quiet groans of pleasure.

“Take him all the way in,” Dane demanded. His hand at my back came to tangle in my hair, a hard pull, a shot of pain. I didn't stop what I was doing, and soon Dane's hands were holding my long hair back, his grip firm but gentle. It made me shudder all over again.

“Sit back up, Gia,” Dane instructed, his voice deep.

I withdrew from Elliott and scooted back, and Elliott slid down until he was on his back. Dane was stroking himself now, his eyes fixed on us. Watching.

“Look at me,” Dane said. “And touch yourself, but stop as soon as I do.”

My face felt like it was on fire. I suddenly had a bout of shyness at masturbating in front of them. There was also excitement at turning them on, and as I reached down to meet his demand, slipping my hand inside my thighs to caress the wetness there, I moaned.

“Fuck yourself with your fingers,” Elliott instructed.

I slipped a tentative finger inside, and my mouth dropped open.

I was breathing shallowly, rubbing my clit and feeling the little jolts of lightning, when Dane's motions stopped. I stopped and started to wipe my hand on my thigh.

“Don't,” Dane growled. “Don't do anything except what I tell you to do.”

I nodded, feeling the wetness on my fingers against the air, marveling at how dirty it felt, but how natural too.

Dane's gaze slid to Elliott and gestured him. Then his attention was on me again. “I'm going to position you now.”

I shivered at his touch as he gently led me over. I was straddling Elliott in reverse now, my back to him, and I could feel his cock press hard against my ass as he lowered me. Dane was in front of me, on his knees with his cock in one hand, stroking again.

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