Page 33 of The Queen's Knights

“So give me the fork,” Lance says. “You don’t get to be the only one taking care of us. We get to take care of you too.”

“I’m the Domme here. This is just how it works,” she says in a playful tone.

I chuckle, because even though being the dominant suits her, she’s far from the most hardcore of dominants I’ve witnessed at the club. Even Michael, who is all about obedience and never engages in sadistic behavior, is more hardcore than Gwen. His subs like S&M, so he satisfies them by ordering them to spank each other rather than doing it himself.

Gwen’s too gentle for that, and I suspect she’s more of a switch than she realizes. She definitely responds when Lance leans forward and reaches right into the container, digging his fingers into the second slice of cheesecake and pulling out a hunk, then leaning close to hold it up to her lips.

“Who says we need a fork?”

ChapterNineteen

Lance

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen when Gwen opens her mouth and lets me feed her cheesecake. With my bare fingers.

She lets out a soft moan of ecstasy while she chews and swallows, and my dick gets hard immediately. I scoop up another blob of the creamy dessert and she opens wide, takes it in, then grabs my wrist and wraps her mouth around my fingers.

“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” I say, barely aware of Percy taking the container out of Gwen’s hands.

When she sucks my fingers clean, he’s ready with another bite for her, the fork forgotten. She grants him the same sweet blessing of sucking on his fingers, and just watching it makes me wonder if she’s really okay with this. It’s not that far from sucking on something else.

But I’ll accept whatever I can get, so I feed her again, moving close and watching her face intently while she sucks on my two fingers, swirling her tongue around them while she looks into my eyes. I’ve already eaten my fill of food tonight, but I’m hungry again—hungry for her. When she releases my fingers, I close in and cover her mouth with mine.

She hooks a hand around my nape, kissing me back with a delicious, creamy plunge of her tongue into my mouth. A few seconds in, she giggles, and I pull away to see Percy smearing mashed cheesecake onto one of Gwen’s nipples. He drops his mouth to her breast, and she drops her head back with a moan, so I follow his lead, grab another dollop of the destroyed dessert, and coat her other nipple with it.

My head bumps his and we reposition to a better angle to either side of her. I’m the first one to hazard more exploration, sliding a hand up her thigh and delicately grazing her pussy. She’s soaked already and sighs, spreading her legs a little wider.

“God, I didn’t think I’d want sex again for days, but I do. You guys are ruining me.” Her fingers curl through my hair, stroking in that way she did earlier, like she treasures me. Like she cares for me. It’s a feeling I didn’t realize I craved until tonight, but I can’t fucking get enough of it. I want to make her feel good too, and her reaction to my touch says everything.

My fingers are coated in her juices just from my light strokes through her channel. Her pussy’s so hot and soft, and she opens for me when I push into her. I start to fuck while my thumb lands on her clit, rubbing lightly.

Percy rises, leaving her other breast unattended. He’s kissing her now, so I move my mouth to her other side, needing to make sure no part of her is neglected.

I’m so absorbed in attending to her, I’m only half-aware of her command to Percy to grab the lube, and it takes another moment to wonder what she’s planning to do with it. Then she taps me lightly on the arm.

“Lie on your back, honey. I want to ride you.”

“Yes, my queen,” I say almost jokingly, but there’s no doubt I worship this woman. I should call her a goddess, the way she makes me feel.

I rotate and lie back against her fluffy pillows, staring at her in wonder. I must’ve been knocked unconscious during that fight the other day, and this has all been some crazy fever dream ever since. It’s unreal that this gorgeous woman is straddling me, about to sink down on my hard dick.

But she hovers there, holding me in her hand and rubbing my tip up and down through her slickness until I’m about to beg.

Percy climbs back onto the bed, lube in hand. “You sure about this? We’ve never done it before. It might be painful.”

She lets out a breathy “yes” and looks over her shoulder at him. “I want you both inside me. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“Then you need to lean over. This is going to take a little while. Lance? Fuck her slowly at first, got it? It’s going to be torture, but it’ll pay off so good.”

“I’m on it,” I say. I look into her eyes then. “Let me inside.”

She nods, and for the first time since her confession about her attack, she looks vulnerable.

I reach up and cup her face in both hands. “We don’t have to. There are other ways to be together. All sorts of other ways.”

But she just shakes her head, leaning her cheek against my palm. “I want to know what it feels like to surrender to two men I trust. I guess this is the other side of the coin to finding peace again. Taking what I need from you was only half of it. Giving up control, believing you won’t abuse the trust I put in you—it’s a risk, but one I want to take. One Ineedto take.”

She looks down at my cock, then lifts her hips and slots me at her opening. I drop my hands to her hips, watching intently, pulse pounding while she sinks down my full length until her ass rests tight against me.

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