Page 62 of Duplicity

‘I fucking will,’ Ethan says in a low, rough voice that would be terrifying if it wasn’t so hot.

Brendan moves the hand that was on my breast and wraps it around my neck.

He has me by the neck and by the clit.

I am, to all intents and purposes, naked between two riled up, still-dressed billionaires.

They’re using me as a pawn in their weird, fucked-up game of rutting horns.

Brendan is huge and hot and hard inside me, his dick pulsing angrily inside my front wall as he holds off on thrusting again until Ethan’s done his part.

My lips feel puffy, and I can still taste Ethan’s precum.

I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

Brendan circles my soaking clit with infuriatingly light, slow circles, and I attempt to bear down against his finger, but I can’t. I’m held in place by his dick and his chokehold.

‘Stop it. Stay nice and still like a good girl and let Kingsley use you how he wants, and then I’ll make it all feel better. Got it?’

‘Got it,’ I whisper, fixing my eyes on Ethan, who’s towering over me. I watch, transfixed, as he runs his hand over his shaft once, twice, three times. Each time he does it, he closes his eyes as if he’s in agony.

And then he’s coming, shooting great white ropes of cum that hit me on the jaw, the chest, with warm, wet lacerations, his exhales laced with low, anguished cries.

One man has marked me as another man pulses inside me, and I feel the oddest mixture of debased and triumphant.

Brendan releases me from his grip and uses both hands to smear Ethan’s cum over my skin, rubbing it into my nipples and my stomach. ‘Look what you made him do,’ he croons. ‘Little fucking seductress. You’re too fucking lovely for us not to want to mess you up.’ Then, ‘Out of the way,’ he grunts at Ethan, who’s standing, head thrown back and hand still wrapped around his cock, looking utterly spent and not a little dazed.

‘Hands and knees,’ he tells me, and I brace once again. Brendan wraps one arm tightly around my cum-smeared stomach and proceeds to absolutely let rip, his thrusts hard and fast and aggressive, as if he’s trying to get as many in as humanly possible before he, too, capitulates.

It’s so much sensation and exactly what I need, and I’m powerless to withstand it in my current, hyper-aroused state. So I brace, my marked skin growing cool, my pussy utterly molten, and I fix my gaze on Ethan’s shiny black shoes as Brendan pummels into me.

It’s too good it’s too good it’s too good?—

I shatter.Shatter. I soar through the air, oblivious to the excruciating vulnerability of this situation, oblivious to everything that’s not the white-hot pleasure Brendan’s dick is wringing from somewhere deep inside my body.

‘Look at that,’ Ethan says in a still-strained voice. His shoes move to my left, presumably for a better view of the action, as Brendan hardens and stills in that glorious, miraculous way, before he too shatters inside me with noisy grunts that make me feel like I’m being fucked by the Beast himself.

Two guys.

Two holes.

Orgasms all round.

It’s a new low.

Or a new high.

In this moment, I genuinely can’t work out which.

It strikes me on the way back to the office that this is the perfect chance to notify Brendan of my intention to take leave. I’m not sure if it’s an opportunity to regain some semblance of control or if I have a vague belief that he owes me one, that it would be unseemly of him to complain about my taking leave when I’ve just accommodated one of his most taboo fantasies.

I may have had a couple of orgasms, but I’m in no doubt as to who was servicing who this afternoon.

Besides, he’s doom-scrolling on his phone and largely ignoring me, which, given what just went down, is an excellent reminder that what we have is purely transactional in nature. At no point since we left Ethan’s office has he checked in to ask me how I’m doing. Sure, I’m about to lie to him, but this job is a means to an end, and when themeansget as extreme as that, it’s even more important for me to secure my end.

The final payday I require to front Tabby’s medical bills isn’t until next week, but even if Brendan threw his toys fully out of the pram and sacked me over taking leave, he’d still have to give me a month’s notice. It’s unlikely, though. I’m counting on the fact that I’ve earned some serious brownie points this afternoon and shown him that I’ve got what it takes to be a valued Seraph EA.

‘Have you got a sec?’ I ask him.

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