Page 75 of Filthy Rich Santas

I grip the edges of the counter. “I, um…”

I’ve never done anything like this before. Last night was different. They were all watching, but they were also all participating. Now, though, even though Tristan’s eyes burn into me, he makes no move to come any closer.

Or to leave.

I don’twanthim to leave.

“I’m… oh fuck… yes. I’m enjoying myself,” I pant, holding his gaze.

His smile turns wicked. “Me too.”

Ryder leans down, his hips rolling against me as he starts up a slower, deeper rhythm.

“You’ve heard of voyeurism, love?” he murmurs. I nod, and he drags his nose along my throat, then nips my ear before telling me, “One of Tristan’s kinks is that he likes to watch. Should we give him a good show?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, tightening my legs around his hips.

He pulls my upper body up, adjusting my ass so I’m sitting right on the edge of the counter. Then he starts fucking me again. Fucking me hard and fast while he whispers dirty things in my ear, while I cling to him and watch Tristan watching us over Ryder’s shoulder.

“How does she feel?” Tristan asks, his hand moving lazily over his cock.

Ryder groans, slowing down and giving a slow roll of his hips, pressing deep. “Like heaven. Like her pussy was fucking made for my cock.”

I flush, gasping as his thick shaft grinds against my g-spot.

Tristan makes a satisfied sound, and it feels like another touch, lighting up the part of me that was first drawn to kink, the part that was drawn to the desire to please and be praised for it.

“You know what else Tristan likes?” Ryder rasps, tugging gently at my piercing and making me moan. “Bondage. Ropes. Shibari. Would you like that, dirty girl? Do you want to be tied up like a present? Bound and constrained while he fucks you? While he passes you over to me, or to Beckett? Would you like that? Would you like to be our toy to share?”

I can’t answer. All I can do is whimper as pleasure shoots through me, as the thought of being restrained and at their mercy sends heat coursing through my veins.

“What color ropes would you use with our beautiful toy, Tristan?”

“Blue,” Tristan replies, his voice rough and his eyes fixed on mine. “Like her eyes.”

My nipples tighten. My pussy clenches. My body hums.

Then Ryder peels my arms from around his shoulders and pins them behind my back, forcing me to arch against him. Forcing his cock in even deeper. He grips both my wrists in one hand, holding them there. It’s like a taste of the bondage they’re discussing, and the way they’re discussing me—as if I really am their toy to enjoy—has me starting to float on the spiraling pleasure, moving toward what can only be the bliss of subspace that I’ve read about.

“I love how soft she is,” Ryder says, his free hand moving between us and rubbing over my breast. “I love these. So lush, so pretty. I could suck on them all day. But I especially love this,” he continues, dipping his fingers into the wetness coating my pussy, then tracing his fingers up and playing them over my clit. “You need to try it, Tristan.”

My breath catches. I’m so close. And I want them. I want everything he just said. I want themallinside me.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Ryder goes on, hooking his finger through the ring in my clit as he starts fucking me deeper. “She’s dripping all over my cock. I think she likes the idea of letting you tie her up. Isn’t that right, love?”

I whimper.

Ryder chuckles, his cock throbbing inside me. “I think that’s a yes.”

“Sounds like it to me,” Tristan agrees with a hungry smile, and the heat in his gaze sets off a chain reaction.

My nipples pebble, my thighs quiver, and with Ryder’s next thrust, I start to come, my body so overstimulated that it feels like being overtaken by a tsunami.

I gasp, my pussy clenching around Ryder’s cock, my whole body shuddering as the pleasure roars through me.

“Yes,” Ryder groans, fucking me through it. “That’s it. Soak my cock. Let Tristan hear how much you love this.”

“Jesus,” Tristan rasps, the lust in his voice ramping me up even higher. “That’s fucking beautiful.”

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