Page 35 of Dragon Rivals of New York

The black lingerie I helped her pick out looks even better on her now, with her wide eyes and eager glances at the window. Kyro twists the strap of her bra between his thumb and index finger.

“Leave it on,” I say.

When he looks at me, I twirl my tongue around the banana before breaking off the tip with my lips. His jaw clenches, hands flexing as Sora fumbles with the button on his jeans. Eyes on me, he helps her undo his pants. The dark jeans join Sora’s dress on the floor. He grabs the back of his black t-shirt and pulls it over his head. His short boxer briefs leave nothing to the imagination. Black, of course.

The two of them look like a matching set, ready to be devoured. I join them by the bed. “Close your eyes, lovely.”

She does, and I drag the banana slowly around her lips. Kyro goes over to the dresser and opens a drawer, pulling out a black silk blindfold and a long length of soft rope. He drops the rope on the bed, then wraps the silk over Sora’s eyes, tying it securely before he guides her to sit on the edge of the mattress.

“Do you trust us?” Kyro asks.

Pride wells in my chest when she doesn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

“This is one of our sensory rooms. We’re going to deprive you of some senses, some freedoms, in order to heighten others. If at anytime you want to stop, just tell us.” He looks at me as if to confirm that I’ll stop if she tells us to. He’s got more trust issues than she does. I’ve got my work cut out for me if I’m going to make this throuple work before the end of the week.

“Okay.” She plucks at the comforter like a nervous tick. Beingblindfolded will do that, heighten the nerves, increase the element of surprise. I love being blindfolded, but I love blindfolding someone else even more. It means I get to play.

Stepping between her legs, I press her bottom lip with the banana. “Open.”

She does so easily. Her pretty pink tongue flattening and sticking out, begging for more of the sweet, perfectly ripe fruit. I let her take a bite. Swallow. When she opens her mouth again, like an obedient little bird, I push two fingers along her tongue. She’s startled, but sucks them in a way that has my cock twitching. The room is absolutely silent. Kyro and I don’t speak as I pull my fingers out and he takes my place. This time when she opens her mouth, she’s rewarded with chocolate. It’s melted on his fingers, so he puts them in her mouth too. She sucks and moans.

“I love chocolate,” she whispers.

Good to know. My girl will get chocolate every day for the rest of her life, if that’s what she craves.

I hand Kyro a slice of lemon, and he drags it along her lips. She scrunches her face and reaches for the blindfold on instinct as she recoils from the abrasively sour flavor. I stop her, taking hold of the knotted silk behind her head.

Keeping a grip on the blindfold, I wiggle my eyebrows at Kyro’s crotch. “Give her what she really wants.”

He scowls, but drops his boxers, freeing that beautiful cock. A small smirk climbs one side of his lips as he places a small piece of chocolate just under the crown and guides it into her waiting mouth. I lick my lips as she sucks him down.

Her muffled moan is the sweetest music I’ve ever heard. Crawling onto the bed, I pepper her shoulder and neck with feather soft kisses. “Does he taste good, lovely? Does his cock mix well with chocolate?”

Fuck, I wish I could find out. But the chances of him letting me do that are zero to none.

Sora takes hold of Kyro’s hips, pulling him deeper, but I grab her hands and place them on the bed. “Just taste.”

I step back over to the dresser and open a bottle of champagne. The look of pleasure on Kyro’s face is replaced by a scowl. Why is it so oddly hot when he looks like he wants to kill me?

After taking a swig straight from the bottle, I tip it, letting the alcohol drizzle down between my mates and onto his cock as his length disappears in her mouth. She whimpers and twirls her tongue around his tip, licking up every drop. I drizzle more over him, letting it trickle onto the floor. These rooms are made for messes.

Kyro swipes the bottle from me. At first, I think he’s just taking over, but then he smiles, a full, genuine, devious smile,and tips the bottle over my head. Drenched in sweet, sticky liquid, I laugh.

“What’s going on?” Sora pops off Kyro’s cock and lifts off the blindfold, pushing it up her forehead. This time, he lets her. Her eyebrows pinch together as she takes in my dripping hair.

“Just a bit of good fun, lovely,” I say, giving her a champagne flavored kiss.

“It’s time to move to a different sense.” Kyro picks up the rope. It’s black and soft, especially made for this purpose, and he handles it like someone who knows what he’s doing.

“On the bed,” he commands, looking right at me. “Naked.”

Well, this is a surprise. My body tingles, balls drawing up as my cock twitches. I rip off my shirt and pants, undressing faster than ever. Kyro takes a swig from the bottle in his hand while he watches, but makes a face when he remembers its champagne. It’s delightful how much he dislikes the delicious bubbly.

While I take off my boxers, Kyro pushes Sora down onto the bed, then tugs off her underwear. She glances at the window, but doesn’t tell us to stop. Goosebumps lift across her skin, and a deep blush colors her chest.

She looks gorgeous laying there in only her bra, her hair spreading around her head like a halo. Naked, I join her,kissing a path up her legs while Kyro rolls the cold glass of the bottle across her breasts. She shivers and moans from the sensation.

“Next to her,” he says to me. “On your back.”

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