Page 62 of Elevating Eve

She slid down to the floor as gracefully as she could, arching her back as soon as she got into position. The smooth, richly coloredhardwood was unyielding beneath her, making her knees ache almost instantly. She loved the constant ache of pain.

“You two,” Jonathan said, donning his commanding Dom voice at last. “Warm her up for us.”

As if she wasn’t already dripping down her own thighs.

Nell couldn’t have possibly been more enthusiastic as she crawled behind Eve, lapping at her slit like it was a goddamned ice cream cone.

Meanwhile, Olivia shimmied into position under Eve, legs bent at the knees and spread wide. Eve looked down into the brightest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “Kiss me?” Olivia said, breathless with anticipation. It was more a plea than a question.

Dipping her head down, Eve kissed the beautiful woman, moaning as she tasted rich, bitter fruits on her tongue. She had to find out what wine Olivia had been drinking, because she needed this delicious vintage in her life.

Nell started focusing all her attention on Eve’s clit, and a few seconds later, Olivia reached up to pinch her nipples, rolling them between her fingers. Fuck, fuck, fuck, this felt way too good. The sensations caused by the two women filled her, beautiful and overwhelming and absolutely fucking everywhere. Moaning again, Eve squirmed, desperate for just a tiny bit more pressure.

So. Damn. Close.

When someone yanked Nell away from Eve’s clit, both women shouted their outrage. But as a wide strip of leather slammed down against her ass several times in quick succession, Eve forgot all about her indignance at being edged. Olivia’s kiss swallowed up her cry of pain.

“Squeeze as hard as you can,” Jonathan ordered from just behind her. Something in her stomach fluttered to learn he was the one wielding the belt.

Olivia gave her nipples the hardest pinch yet, just as Jonathan brought the belt down across her sit spots. Wrenching her mouth away from Olivia’s, she cried out at the excruciating pain. This new line of fire hurt more than the other strokes combined.

Before Eve could even think about returning to the kiss, Rafe slid Olivia out from under her, just enough so that the woman’s breastswere positioned right below her face. “Suck,” Rafe ordered in his low, gruff voice. “Make her feel good.”

Lowering herself to her elbows, Eve got to work, taking Olivia’s right nipple into her mouth. She sucked on the hard nub, rolling her tongue around it again and again, doing her best to concentrate on the task while Jonathan continued painting her ass red with his belt.

With a deep, ridiculously sexy moan, Olivia buried her hands in Eve’s newly dyed hair. The autumn ombre matched the magnificent leaves covering the mountains surrounding the Manor—deep reds and oranges and golden yellows, with a few streaks of emerald green to match her ring.

Panting with the effort of staying still while Jonathan punished her, Eve moved to the other nipple, giving it the same careful treatment as the first.

“Fucking fuck,” Olivia said on a gasp. “If you were doing this to my clit, I think I’d literally die. Hint, hint.”

Aiden laughed as Rafe dragged Olivia completely out from under her and away. “Naughty little girls who top from the bottom don’t get to come, Liv. You know that.”

“I’m sorry, Sir,” Olivia said, though her pout took something out of the apology. “Please still let me come. I got her ready for you, just like you asked.”

“Mmm.” Aiden walked lazily around his wife. “I’ll consider it.”

Olivia started to beg, but Eve didn’t hear anything else they said. The belt snapped against her sit spots twice more, the loudcrackof leather against skin echoing in the room. Her scream carried through the double impact, and every muscle in her body shook as she pressed her forehead against the floor.

“You’re such a good girl,” Jonathan said, moments before he dropped the belt. The heavy silver buckle hit the hardwood with a dullthunk. “Are you ready for us to fuck you now?”

Words completely failing her, all she could do was moan in response.

Jonathan knelt behind her, and she felt the head of his cock press at the entrance to her pussy. “Be still,” he ordered when she tried to push back, giving her hip two quick swats.

“Time to get up,” Rafe growled from above her, hauling her back up onto her hands.

Her arms trembled, almost too weak to hold her up. Locking her elbows, she tilted her head back as far as she could.

Rafe already unbuckled his own belt and dark jeans, and she looked up just in time to see him pull his enormous cock free. “Jonathan tells me you love to have a cock shoved down your throat,” he said, kneeling in front of her. The head brushed against her lips. “Open, little one.”

Spreading her lips as wide as she could, she waited, breathless, for it to finally happen. Two men at once, both so goddamned beautiful it almost hurt to look at them. Jesus fuck, how had her life changed so much so fucking fast?

Jonathan must have given Rafe a signal, for they pushed into her simultaneously, maddeningly slow but unrelenting. Squeezing her pussy as tight as she could, she swirled her tongue around Rafe’s cock—wetting, sucking, preparing for his inevitable invasion of her throat.

He bumped against the back of her throat as Jonathan bottomed out inside her. She tried to relax her muscles, to let him in, but she needed more time. Sucking him as hard as she could, she hummed, loving the jerk of his cock at the vibration.

“You may be able to distract me for a minute,” Rafe ground out, his hands gripping her hair. “But your reprieve won’t last long. Youwilllet me in.”

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