Page 58 of Duplicity

‘We’re going to tell you exactly what to do, and you’re going to do it,’ Brendan says. ‘So you just clear your mind and let us take charge. Okay?’

‘Okay.’ That does actually sound like a plan. I can let them use me, but if they wanted me to choreograph something, they’d be sorely disappointed. I may be a trained performer, but I haveneverperformed like this.

‘Good girl.’ He sits down heavily behind me, which surprises me. ‘Open your legs.’

I widen my stance. I have no idea what to do with my hands, so I let my arms hang to the sides, but I’m pretty sure neither of these guys are focused on my hand movements right now.

He brackets my waist with hands, his grip strong. ‘Now come and sit on my lap.’

I lower myself into a seated position. The wool of his trousers feels somehow forbidden against my bare skin. Ethan collapses back on the sofa and spreads his arms out along its back. There’s something arrogantly expectant about the pose—it suggests he sees a lap dance or a blow job in his near future—but the deep sigh he lets out tells me he’s more agitated than he’s letting on.

Brendan, on the other hand, seems in his element. I know from his questionnaire that he’s a voyeur, and all my experience of him tells me he likes to show off, too.

‘Right,’ he says, ‘I want those legs even wider. Hook them around the outside of my knees.’

I take a deep breath and do as he says, stepping each foot wider. He widens his legs too so that I’m straddling him. Which, of course, means that Ethan now has the money shot.

‘Can you see?’ Brendan asks him.

‘Indeed I can.’ Ethan’s voice is low. Gruff. His eyes flicker back up to my face before returning to my pussy, which is on a platter for him. My skin heats with mortification and shame and something else, something darker and far less predictable.

‘Does she look nice and wet?’

‘She does, yeah. She really fucking does.’

‘Let’s see, shall we?’ Brendan takes one hand off my waist and slides it around to my front so he can finger me in front of his friend, and oh my God, the shame of it. The shame of being played with like a little toy, of wearing this kinky lingerie that gives him full access to his fuck doll, of my boss fingering mein front of his friend who I’ve only just met.

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that I’m wet. Seriously wet. Wet enough that it’s actually audible when Brendan’s skilful fingers slide over my still-swollen clit and push inside me. I’m so slick. I know it, and so do they.

Ethan is holding himself still, breathing slowly and steadily like it’s the only thing tethering him to reality. His eyes haven’t left the spot where Brendan is breaching my body.

Brendan pulls his fingers out, and I let out a completely involuntary whimper of distress.

‘Such a greedy, needy little thing,’ he tells me. ‘You’re going to come in front of both of us, aren’t you? So fucking filthy.Shame you’re not into anal, but we can still plug your other two holes with our big dicks. How does that sound?’

Fuck, it’s going to happen, and the hideous, awful, unthinkable part is that it doesn’t sound hideous or awful or unthinkable. It sounds hot. It sounds like I’m a lucky bitch who’s going to get well and truly seen to by two gorgeous, dirty men. And it also sounds like I’m a total whore, because it’s taken me approximately thirty seconds of clit action from my boss to go fromI’m terrifiedtogive it to me now.

I make myself respond to Brendan, because vocalising this stuff is still one of the hardest parts for me, even after three weeks on the job with Mr Dirty Talk. ‘Um, yes please.’

He groans and grinds against me. He’s fully hard now, his dick straining against the fabric of his trousers and pressing into my lower back.

‘That’s my girl. Ethan, you want to come and do the honours?’ To demonstrate his meaning, he slides both hands up my sides and cups my breasts. My nipples tingle and strain.

‘Why not?’ Ethan pushes himself off the sofa and comes to stand in front of me or, more accurately, to tower over me. I raise my face to his. Fuck he’s tall.

‘They open,’ Brendan tells him. ‘See the buttons?’ He slides his hands back down to my waist.

‘Yes, I certainly do,’ Ethan says. He looks down at me. He’s so different from Brendan, who’s like a very, very dirty golden retriever. This guy is freezing cold. Intensity absolutely radiates from him. He and Sophia would be fire and ice together if she deigned to work for him.

More pressingly, his dick is at face height and practically punching a hole in those nice trousers. He cups my breasts hard, thumbs dragging over my nipples. Fucking hell. ‘Here’s what’s going to happen. Let’s get you a little more warmed up, then youcan suck my dick and Brendan here can watch, and then he’s going to fuck you while you finish me off.’

Oh my God oh my God oh my God. I don’t know what I feel, or what I should feel, but every word is like a shot of a million emotions.

‘Okay,’ I say in a shaky voice.

‘It wasn’t a question,’ he snaps, and his dismissively arrogant tone sends another wave of desire and self-disgust rolling over me.

It wasn’t a question.

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