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“Andrew, I will sit on your lap. You will watch and not touch.”

“Yes, Annabel,” he gasped out.

“If you don’t behave, I have handcuffs.”

He closed his eyes. “I’ll behave.”

She took the few steps to stand in front of him. “Ryan, you will be solely responsible for getting me to climax. I’ll tell you what I like as you demonstrate your skills.” She bent over to add her pile of clothes to Ryan’s. In doing so, her bum pressed into Andrew’s face.

“You’re already wet,” Andrew noted a glistening on her legs.

“Are you curious what’s aroused me without you touching me,” she wiggled her bum in his face before she sat on his lap.

“Yes,” Andrew whispered again wondering what they did while he waited for them.

“If you behave, you’ll find out… eventually,” she smiled before she turned back to Ryan. “Now my gorgeous man, kneel before me.”

“Yes, mistress,” he moved to stand in front of her. She smiled at his erection but raised her eyebrows when he hesitated. He dropped to his knees and waited for her next order.

“You may begin exploring, but I warn you, when I say no or stop, you will stop or you’ll be out of my bedroom.”

“Yes, mistress,” he whispered. “You’re beautiful. So beautiful.”

“A good start,” she cupped his chin and pulled him closer. She felt Andrew tense beneath her. “Now Ryan, where do you want to start.”

“I’d like to kiss you more,” he confessed.

“Very well,” she rubbed her bottom on Andrew as she leaned towards Ryan. “Remember you’re making love to me. Not Andrew.”

“Oh, yes,” he replied as he met her lips with his. He didn’t push her around. His kiss felt tentative.

She took control of it and deepened it. She slipped her tongue into his mouth. He moaned as his hands traced the edge of the bustier. He cupped her breasts and felt her nipples harden. For long moments, their mouths met and she bent him backwards to control the kiss. He submitted and understood he pleased her when she nipped his lip. The more he pleasured her with his hands, the more she kissed him.

He wanted to know what other actions she enjoyed. He slipped his hands lower, pressing her legs apart. Her thighs glistened with her own fluid. “I want to kiss your neck,” he asked permission.

“You may but no marks,” she approved his next move.

His lips wandered lazily down her neck. She wiggled a little against Andrew. He moaned as he watched Ryan nibble. Andrew groaned, “I want to grab your legs and shove my hands inside you.”

“No,” Annabel raised her eyebrows.

“I know,” he gripped the arms of the chair. “I may cream my pants.”

“You better have control,” she turned her head. Her lips brushed against his. “Do you have control?” Before he answered, Ryan licked along the edge of the bustier and Annabel pressed her lips against his, her teeth nipped his lower lip.

“Yes,” he ground out.

“Do you want to watch while Ryan has me as his dessert?”

“Ryan won’t be able to bring you to climax,” Andrew taunted. “He prefers a more passive role.”

“Sounds like a challenge Ryan,” Annabel cupped Ryan’s face. “Do you accept it?”

“Yes,” Ryan slid his tongue across the lace and her nipple. He teased and tried to suck her nipple through the lace.

“Hmmmm,” Annabel hummed her pleasure.

Ryan slipped his hand over her, cupped her for a moment before he slipped a finger inside her. She shifted slightly, making Andrew moan and opening herself more. She draped a leg over Andrew’s arm on the arm of the chair.

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