Page 136 of Pervade London
“Spread your legs a little,” he ordered.
Again, I obeyed, watching him as he reached down and began thrumming my clit with a swift fingertip. Glancing up, I saw Xavier watching in awe.
“Eyes on me, Emily,” snapped James. “What do you say?”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Very good.”
Breathing sharply, my clit spasming at his touch, I looked down to see his speed increase, nudging my folds with his frantic rhythm.
Remembering his command, I broke my stare from what he was doing.
“Part your labia,” he ordered. “Show us more of you.”
Obediently, I parted my folds, the exquisite tingling sensation feeling extraordinary.
“That’s it, Em,” Xavier encouraged.
James continued flicking with panache as he said huskily, “You didn’t know before you were living in my city. You had no idea how much of your life I had access to. Now you do. You couldn’t have comprehended that all that power belonged to one man. You couldn’t know your pussy was always destined to belong to us.”
My eyes widened with that revelation.
James’ tone darkened. “Come hard and show your compliance. Or don’t come at all.”
“I want to come,” I whispered, as twinges of arousal made me breathless.
“I will allow it.” James gave a nod of approval. “But before you do, agree to obey me in all things. No more rebelling—or I will burn away your disobedience.”
“I promise to be good.”
“Then you may come.”
His chestnut irises sparkled with glints of gold. They were devastatingly hypnotic and I fell under their spell as easily as I fell into my orgasm. My thighs trembled as I disappeared into the bliss of his sexual prowess.
My deep-throated moans filled the room as I rode out the intense climax.
“Come again, Emily.” His flicking once more accelerated. “Another orgasm, please. This one for Xavier.”
Gasping, I surrendered—chasing after what was mine with rocking hips and endless moans, reaching down to grip his wrist, keeping his fingers dancing in place to carry me over the edge again.
And again…
The Palace of Westminster, ensconced along the River Thames, was easily the most famous and recognizable of British landmarks—the towering clock known as Big Ben a regal part of its vast gothic architecture.
James helped me out of our chauffeured town car and we headed into the palace. My body was still buzzing from that devious clit play he’d recently demonstrated so brilliantly in front of Xavier back in Primrose Hill. Our erotic show had been enjoyed by all three of us, apparently. There’d been no time for more. Ballad had a meeting that had brought him here.
All of these emotional highs and lows were making my head spin.
Xavier didn’t come with us, but I had been invited along.
James didn’t tell me why. He’d virtually ignored me during the entire trip here while working on his laptop. I didn’t really mind…it had given me the chance to stare out the windows and admire the view. Admire him, too.
This morning had seen him escalate his authority. He’d sent me reeling and it was hard to come down. It was exhilarating to be toyed with, and I relished the memory of how he’d pleased Xavier by playing with me in front him. It titillated my senses to know Xavier had enjoyed seeing it.
James was the director of all the chaos. The thought of it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Despite this, I had merely clutched my hands in my lap and remained silent for the entire ride, trying to figure out my place in all of this intrigue.
With a flash of Ballad’s I.D., we were allowed entry into the Palace of Westminster, which housed the Houses of Parliament.
