Page 85 of Syndicate of Sin Bundle

“Laila,” I moaned against her lips.

She moved her fingers faster and crawled toward me, straddling one of my legs and rubbing her cunt against my thigh. When she moaned into my mouth, I tilted my head back and spread my legs wider, the pressure building up higher inside me.

“How does she feel, doll?” Constantino asked her.

“God,” Laila murmured, her breath catching and her mouth hungrily back on mine. She bucked her hips faster and harder against my thigh, getting herself off. “She feels so good. So fucking good. I don’t wanna stop.”

“Please,” I whispered against her mouth, “don’t.”

As she continued to grind her cunt against me, she rubbed her fingers against my sensitive clit. She moved even closer, her breasts bouncing against my collarbone. She wrapped her free hand around the front of my throat, forced me to look up at her, and kissed me hard on the mouth.

When she slipped her tongue into my mouth, I fucking lost it. I moaned into her, legs trembling and pleasure rushing through me. Laila rubbed me even harder and giggled into our kiss, her hips still moving against my thigh.

“Fuck, doll,” Constantino grunted, pushing himself off the desk and moving toward us. His hand was tightly wrapped around his cock, stroking it back and forth quickly. He cupped her chin. “Open your mouth and share my cum with her.”

As Laila opened her mouth and stared up at her husband, she continued to rub my clit and grind her pussy against my thigh. Constantino pressed the head of his swollen cock on her tongue and came into her mouth.

My pussy pounded as the pressure rose higher inside me. Laila took all of his cum in her mouth, licked her lips clean, then leaned over to kiss me. I parted my lips and swapped spit and cum with her, tasting her husband.

Wave after wave of pleasure exploded through me again. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my pussy pulsing with delight. Strings of her husband’s cum hung between our mouths. My entire body tingled.

Laila stared at me through hazy eyes and moved her pussy higher up my thigh, closer to my cunt. She bucked her hips back and forth a few more times and cried out in pleasure, coming all over my leg.

Once I finally came down from the high, I leaned back against Constantino’s desk and took a deep breath. Laila crawled off me and tugged on her dress, watching me carefully, as if the alcohol had worn off. Or maybe it was the lust.

Constantino stuffed himself back into his pants and walked around his desk, pulling a manila folder out of one of his drawers. He handed it to me, and I flipped it open to find a contract for their proposition.

Laila smiled worriedly at me. “Think about it, Sage. Please.”

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In exchange for one million dollars, Sage Stonewell agrees to be a plaything for Laila and Constantino Buratti for the term of one year. She must acclimate to the Burattis’ lifestyle of travel and luxury during the term of this agreement.

I sucked in a sharp breath and continued reading the lengthy contract that detailed everything that I would have to do as their toy, including a list of kinks that each of them wanted to explore with me or that they would be participating in with each other.

On the last page, they had left space for me to write my kinks.

Swallowing hard, I glanced around the office and inched closer to my desk. It was ten in the morning on Friday, and I had already finished my work for this week, which meant that I had the next six hours to stare at this contract.

Like I had been doing for the past week.

But I had been way too nervous. I hadn’t even returned any of Austin’s phone calls. Not that I even wanted to get back together with him after he left me to fend for myself at the club on Friday. He had just wanted some pussy.

I continued down the page.

Shared Kinks: weapon play, domination, oral, anal, toys, BDSM of all kinds (with the exception of watersports or scat play), name-calling, degrada—

“Sage?” my boss called, peering out of his office.

After quickly hiding the contract in the hundreds of papers on my desk, I grabbed my iPad with the designs on it for the upcoming project and hurried to his office. I had been working all week on creating the best artwork for an upcoming animated streaming romance series.

But it had been hard to focus. So hard.

Once I stepped into the office, the balding man stood behind his desk and nodded to the door. I closed it behind me and walked to the chair in front of him, placing the iPad on my thighs and remembering how it had felt when Laila put her hands there.

We sat in silence for a couple of moments until he sat down and sighed.

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