Page 136 of Sin & Sapphire

“Pleasure dom,” I sighed, quietly. “And if I’d fucking known Ana was kinky, I would have introduced her to BDSM in a safe, sane, and consensual manner.”

Valentin’s lips crooked up in a maleficent smile, as pleased as it was cruel. “I don’t think even Ana knew Ana was kinky.”

I carried the pistachio and chocolate covered cannoli to the table, and Valentin bought small plates, spoons, and a French press full of coffee.

“It’s not the season …” I said, trailing off.

“But it’s my favorite,” Ana finished for me, looking at me with wonder. “You remembered.”

“I remember everything about you, baby,” I confessed before I could stop myself.

Angelo’s hands clenched around her waist, stopping her from standing. She brushed her lips against his. “Sir?”

He closed his eyes, then pressed her forehead to his before nudging her off his lap. “Vai avanti.” Go ahead.

Ana pressed her lips to mine. “Thank you,” she whispered, and I yanked her tight against me, pressing her body to mine, plundering her mouth like I’d dreamed of doing since the first time we kissed. The sweet gasp that escaped her, the way she melted against me when I scraped my tongue against her teeth, pushed it against the top of her mouth, claiming every inch of her for my own, only spurred me on.

She tasted of salt and olives, and when I wrapped my hands around her hips, she moaned my name.

I dragged her down into the chair with me, sitting her on my thigh as she’d sat on Angelo’s a few moments before, then kissed her again, every sweep of our tongues taking my breath away, tying me to her until I never wanted to let her go.

Before, I’d treated her like delicate glass, a princess on a pedestal. I’d never dared kiss her like this, never showed her how much I wanted her, never exposed my desperate need for her. She met me stroke for stroke, her lips opening to my exploration, her hands wrapping around my neck to hold me close as I devoured her.

She whimpered and I pulled back, loath to hurt her, only for her to drag my lips back down to hers for another drugging kiss.

When we separated, her eyes were glazed with desire, and her lips were as swollen as mine felt.

While Ana and I had been wrapped up in one another, Valentin had served each of us. The space in front of Ana’s seat was conspicuously absent, and he’d put two pieces on my plate.

I raised acannoloto her mouth, and she licked a spot of oozing cream before taking a delicate bite. My already hard cock twitched against her legs. She had to feel it.

Ana hummed and took another bite, her eyes on mine.

“Tease,” I said, kissing her nose. Her giggle warmed my heart.

Angelo reached over the table to offer her a bite of his, and she leaned forward, her full breasts pushing against the fabric of her dress, almost escaping the deep vee of the wrap.

We were rapt, feeding her, serving her, worshiping her, passing her from lap to lap as we laughed and drank and teased her.

Valentin tapped her nipples, eliciting sharp gasps, making me desperate to taste them, to soothe the ache with my tongue.

Angelo nibbled on her neck, admonishing her to sit still as his hand crept up her thigh.

And when she returned to me, I faced her forward and spread her thighs over mine.

I dipped my finger in the cream and fed it to her. Her lips closed around my finger, and she sucked, flicking at my skin with her tongue. I moaned, and she shifted in my lap, sliding her ass against my pelvis.

“Do you like that, baby?” I whispered, then sucked her earlobe into my mouth. She moaned and clenched her thighs. I slid my finger out of her mouth so that I could play with her breasts.

Curiosity overcame my good sense, and I tapped her nipples with my fingers, feeling the hard metal that surrounded them.

“Again,” she moaned. “Harder.”

Valentin reached around to smack her breast, and she shrieked. I grabbed his wrist, furious that he’d hurt her, stopped only by her gentle fingers on mine.

“You don’t give the orders in this arrangement, princess,” Valentin said, ignoring me.

“Sorry,maître,” Ana said, blushing and lowering her eyes, as if she were ashamed of herself.

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