Page 14 of The Naughty Week
His voice sounds like the Count’s on Nighttime Whispers – the deep, dark tone he uses when he’s asserting control. My body responds before my brain does, ditching the bikini I’m still wearing from the terrace without a second thought. I’m over to him in seconds, dropping to my knees in time with Josh once he’s stripped from his t-shirt and shorts. I cast a glance at Josh’s hard cock, already impressive and veiny. I’m so tempted to reach over and grip the gorgeous barbelled shaft, but Heath clears his throat, drawing my attention straight back up to ourmaster.
His smile is sly. He leans back against the worktop, still clothed in his own t-shirt and shorts.
“Such beautiful creatures,” he says. “So eager to do my bidding.”
He points at the floor.
“Lower.”
“Lower?” I ask.
“Yes. Lower. Pray at my fucking feet like good sluts. Balasana!”
I’ve been practising yoga with Josh as part of his workouts back in London. The flexibility helps no end in our line of work. Still, I haven’t used it like this before.
Balasana. The child position.
I can feel the prickly heat from Josh, wanting to fight back and haul Heath to the floor along with us, but he doesn’t do it. He does as he’s told, lowering his torso, so his forehead is resting on the floor. It looks like a plea for mercy when he stretches out his arms in front of him.
The aircon works like a dream in this place, so I know the glorious marble floor tiles are going to be cold against my skin. I give Heath a moan and graze my nipples against the chill first, arching myself into the cobra position to display my tits before heeding his command for balasana, my forehead touching the floor.
I hear Heath walking back and forth, his bare feet just shy of our outstretched fingers as he makes us wait for our next instruction.
“Forward, come towards me,” he says, and I feel so awkward as I shuffle along, maintaining the pose. “Further. Faster. Now.”
The floor is brutal against my knees, my tits dragging.
“Stop,” he says.
I stop moving and risk a glance at Josh to find him still in position along with me. We’re lined up well, neck and neck, with an ocean of space around us. My ears are on hyper alert as Heath walks around us, full circle. I hear every footstep – slow and steady. He does three laps before he comes to a halt at the rear.
“How does it feel to be back in service?” he asks. “Subject to whatever fantasy I desire?”
I’m smiling at the floor as I answer.
“It feels amazing,sir.”
Heath’s laugh is dry. “Ah, yes. My sweet Ella. Always so manyamazingsfrom your pretty mouth. How about you, Joshua? How does it feel for you, you dirty curva?”
“Cold. This floor is freezing.” He pauses. “But hot. You’re always a fucking scorcher, Heath, whatever you do.”
“Hands back now,” Heath says. “Spread your asses for me. Let’s get the heat ramped up.”
My forehead is still pressed tight to the floor as I reach back and spread my ass cheeks. I shuffle my legs wider, so Heath can see my pussy too, panting at what is to come. Am I really going to be a puppet for him? Seriously? What’s he going to do? I hear a pop of something opening… a bottle maybe, and I lurch forward as something lands on me from above. A drizzle of liquid, all over my back, before it runs like a river down my butt crack.
“Olive oil,” Heath says, and I guess he must be doing the same to Josh when the drizzle stops. “Such a good lube.”
We were enjoying olive oil on our salad earlier, I didn’t think I’d be enjoying the sensation of it dribbling over my asshole just a few hours later.
I hear Heath stripping from his clothes, and damn, how I wish I could get a sight. I’m still spreading my ass for him as he drops to his knees behind us.
“Puppet holes.” His laugh is pure filth. “Oh, fuck, how I’ve missed my beautiful playthings.”
His fingers run up and down the oily river of my ass crack before he slides two inside. I gasp, adoring the wet plunge.
“I was only playing on words about being the puppet master, but you’ve given me ideas, Josh. You have yourself to blame.” He pauses. “Or thank.”
“Pretty certain it will be a thanks,” Josh says before he grunts.
