Page 16 of The Darkest Gift

Stepping back, my hands go to the buttons of my blazer, slowly undoing them one by one. I shrug it off, letting it pool on the floor at my feet. Next comes my dress, the zipper sliding down with a soft hiss. I step out of it, now clad only in the emerald lingerie I'd teased Mason with earlier.

"Beautiful," Mason murmurs, his eyes raking over me appreciatively.

I turn back to Elijah, pressing my body flush against his. The contrast of his warm skin against the cool satin of my lingeriemakes me shiver. I trace my fingers along his jaw, feeling the stubble there, before tangling them in his hair and yanking his head back.

"Are you ready to play, Elijah?" I breathe against his exposed throat.

His only response is a sharp intake of breath, but I can feel the rapid thud of his pulse beneath my lips as I press a kiss to his neck. I work my way down, alternating between soft kisses and sharp nips, leaving a trail of red marks in my wake.

When I reach his chest, I take one of his nipples between my teeth, biting down just hard enough to sting. Elijah jerks in his restraints, a muffled groan escaping him. I soothe the abused flesh with my tongue before moving to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment.

I spend the next while alternating between pleasure and pain–feather-light caresses followed by sharp pinches and scratches. Elijah writhes against his bonds, unable to predict where the next touch will land or whether it will soothe or sting.

His cock remains achingly hard, flushed and leaking. But each time he gets close to the edge, I back off, denying him release.

"Please," he finally gasps after I've edged him for the third time. "I need-"

I step away from him, removing all contact from his skin. His frustrated groan is music to my ears.

"I think it's time we got some work done, don't you darling?" I call to Mason.

He chuckles darkly. "By all means. I have some case files to review."

We settle into our usual routines–Mason spreading files out across our coffee table, me curled up with my laptop. But every so often, one of us will get up to torment Elijah further. A sharp slap to his thighs. Ice cubes dragged across sensitized skin. Thevibration of a wand pressed against his cock until he's shaking and whimpering.

I review case files, making notes on the latest victim profiles. Mason takes a few work calls, his voice calm and professional as if he isn't standing naked next to a bound man. The normalcy of it all, juxtaposed with Elijah's predicament, sends a thrill through me.

Hours pass this way, Elijah suspended in a haze of denied pleasure and sporadic pain. By evening, he's a wreck - covered in a sheen of sweat, muscles trembling from exertion.

Mason removes his earplugs, leaning in close. "Still with us, pretty boy?"

He lets out a shaky laugh. "Unfortunately."

"Good," Mason purrs. "Because I want you to listen carefully."

Turning toward me Mason's eyes glitter with dark intent as he pulls me close, his hands possessive on my hips. "I think it's time we reminded our guest who you truly belong to," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous.

He spins me around so my back is pressed to his chest, both of us facing Elijah. With deliberate slowness, Mason unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor. His hands cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples as he nips at my neck.

"You see, Elijah," Mason says conversationally, as if he isn't slowly driving me mad with his teasing touches, "when it comes to my wife…"

His hands slide lower, one dipping between my thighs to stroke me through the damp lace of my panties. I can't hold back a moan, my hips rocking against his touch.

"Only I truly know how to please her," Mason continues, his fingers pushing aside the fabric to slide through my wet folds. "Only I know every secret spot that makes her scream."

To prove his point, he presses firmly against my clit, circling it with practiced skill. My knees nearly buckle as pleasure shootsthrough me. Mason's other arm wraps around my waist, holding me up as he continues his sweet torture.

"Listen to those pretty sounds she makes," he taunts Elijah. "Have you ever heard anything so exquisite?"

I force my eyes open, taking in the sight of Elijah straining against his bonds. His cock is achingly hard, precum beading at the tip. Even with the blindfold, I can see the muscle in his jaw ticking as he clenches his teeth.

Mason suddenly spins me around, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to the bed. He tosses me down, crawling over me with predatory grace.

"I'm going to fuck my wife now, Elijah," Mason calls out. "I want you to listen to every moan, every gasp, every scream of pleasure. I want you to know exactly what you're missing out on."

He enters me in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out at the exquisite fullness, my nails raking down his back. Mason sets a punishing pace, each thrust deep and purposeful.

"That's it, darling," he growls in my ear. "Let him hear how good I make you feel."

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