Page 95 of The Laughing Game

I pressed my cheek to the bench and closed my eyes as Gideon stroked a finger over my hole. By now, I knew how good it felt to be teased there, but it still made me feel soft and vulnerable and off center.

“Mmm. So sweet. What a good boy you are, Angel,” Vihaal said.

I heard him get up. Then the sound of his footsteps.

“Am I doing it right, Vihaal?” Gideon asked in a sweet, coy voice that I hadn’t really heard him use before.

“Oh yes. Just like that. Pet his pretty hole while I watch. He’s making such lovely sounds.”

Gideon stroked and teased me, as I lay spread over the spanking bench, alternately dying of embarrassment and gasping with excitement. It was a heady mindfuck.

“A fine slut for you, Vihaal.”

My brain went numb and checked out. I heard everything but I’d stopped reacting to it with my mind, and only did so with my body.

“Suck on your finger,” Vihaal said.

I heard slurping noises, then something pressed against my hole.

“Let him in, Angel.”

I made a strangled noise as Gideon’s slick digit breached me.

“Oh,” Gideon said, going deeper as I made ridiculously vulnerable noises. Why did that feel so fucking good?

“Soft?” Vihaal asked.

“Like velvet, Vihaal,” Gideon said, pushing his finger further as I lay helpless against the bench.

“Oh fuck. Fuck,” I gasped, unable to stop myself from pushing my ass up to meet him.

“Do you like that, Angel?”

“Yes, Vihaal.” I managed to get the words out past my humiliation.

“Mmm. I could watch Gideon fingering you all night.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure spread and consumed me. I didn’t know how much more I could take. I was hard and leaking, my body hanging off that one profane invasion.

“Take your finger out now, and use your tongue. He likes a good tongue laving. Ask me how I know.” Vihaal sounded so smug, and I flashed back to the shower we’d shared.

“I don’t have to. You’ve obviously tasted him,” Gideon said. “Now it’s my turn.”

His finger slipped out, and he spread me again. The flat of his tongue slid over my hole and I choked on air.

Chapter Nineteen

I kept flashing back to being in the shower with Vihaal, when he’d done this to me for the first time. Then I came back to the present. Then I returned in my mind to the shower. My overwhelmed brain couldn’t decide what was happening or where I was. But my body reacted to Gideon’s tongue as if it wasn’t mine to control.

Gideon spread me wide as he ate at me, using his tongue, his lips, and sometimes his whole face, in a way that defied comprehension. But it was so fucking good.

He gasped and sighed and rubbed himself against me as he drove me into a state of euphoria, while Vihaal looked on.

I grasped the edge of the bench in order to ground myself to the current moment—to keep myself from flying up, up and away—and from sliding to the floor in a boneless heap.

“Yes, that’s right, Deo. Have him forfucking supper.” Vihaal’s voice hovered in the air of my consciousness as I almost died on that spanking bench. I came close to losing complete control and splashing the floor with my jizz, but somehow, I held off.

“All right. Enough,” Vihaal said, the words hovering just on the edge of my awareness.

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