Page 17 of Tell Me What You Want, Or Leave Me

I’m agitated. I want them to touch me.

“I still remember that woman in Germany having her way with your body and the way you were panting,” whispers Dexter as he comes up close to me. “That was amazing. I can’t wait to see that again.”

Remembering that turns me on too. I like Diana, the German woman Dexter’s referring to. Her way of taking me was so exacting that I get wet just thinking about her.

We talked about it during our honeymoon, and Eric’s as excited to see her again as I am. “Oh, you will, my friend,” says Eric once he recognizes the look on my face. “I can assure you Jude wants to do it again.”

Dexter sighs and nods. He moves to the back of the room where there’s a small fridge and pulls out a bottle of water and a jar of something red.

My curiosity gets the better of me. “What’s in the jar?”

Dexter opens it and shows me. “Cherries. I love them!”

He drops one in his mouth, chews, and savors it. “Mmm...they’re so sweet.”

Seeing my expression, Dexter grins and places the jar of cherries on the table. He opens the drawer of a small dresser, pulls out a box and a mask, and hands it to Eric.

“Put this on her.”

Eric brings the mask over to me and, after giving me one of those looks that drive me crazy, kisses me and pulls the mask over my face. My world turns black. I can’t see anything.

“Sit her down at the table,” I hear Dexter tell him.

My man leads me, and, once I’m situated where Dexter wants, he puts his hands on my knees. “Lie down, my love.”

I do as he says.

The table is hard, and I can’t see. I don’t know where Eric is, and that disorients me a little bit. There’s a finger running on my thong, and my tummy flips. I’m hot. Excited and totally exposed to them, I hear Dexter’s wheelchair doing circles around the table.

“Goddess, the smell of your sex drives me crazy, but I want it to be your man who takes your thong off for me and invites me to do whatever I please with you.”

An instant later, I feel Eric’s mouth on my navel. He kisses me all the way to the top of my thong, touches my thighs, and pulls the thong off me.

“I’m thirsty,” I say, my mouth dry and panting.

Suddenly, I feel an ice cube on my lips. I open my mouth, ready to be refreshed.

“Dexter, be my guest and take what you want from my wife.”

“I’ll be delighted to do so.”

My mouth, which had been moistened by the ice, now goes instantly dry when I feel fresh water on my sex. A soft towel pats me dry. “Now you’re ready, my love.”

I feel my heart in my throat. I’m incredibly keyed up and blinking under the mask.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask.

Carefully, Eric lies down next to me on the table, undoes my bra, and lets my breasts out into the open air.

“It drives me crazy, sweetheart.”

Once I’m completely naked on the table, I feel Eric move away, and Dexter, in his wheelchair, takes a place between my legs. He lifts them on his shoulders.

“What a mouthwatering feast you’re offering me, beautiful.”

I shake. I know what’s going to happen, and I moan in anticipation. Without pause, Dexter rubs his hand on my tattoo, and, I imagine, reads it.

But he surprises me. “I’m going to ask that you surrender yourself to me,” he whispers.

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