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He gives me an understanding grin before I usher Danica into the small room.
Troy hesitates in the doorway.
I roll my eyes. “Get in here, Manchester.”
He flips me off, but steps in after Danica. The tiny room seems extremely small with the three of us in here. The desk is tidy, with a closed laptop and tablet resting on top of it, not a single stray piece of paper in sight. The single chair in the room is tucked neatly under the desk. That gives us about twenty-five square feet to work with.
I want to lick her pussy while he fucks her—or the other way around. I’m not picky.
But before I can say anything, Troy wraps his arm around Danica and lifts her to him for a kiss. She wraps her legs around his waist, which pulls up her dress and reveals that beautiful, grabbable ass.
Well, fuck, I can work with this.
I move behind her, moving aside her dress straps to kiss her bare shoulders. Her skin is salty, sweet. Our position reminds me of my fantasy in the shower the other day—the two of us standing and holding her between us. She’s probably not ready to get her ass fucked, though.
“We’re gonna make you come, angel,” I whisper.
She moans into Troy’s kiss and reaches an arm behind her, searching for me.
“I’m right here.” I hold her hand, bringing it up to one of her tits, squeezing her palm against her own chest. With my other hand, I reach between her spread-open legs. I find her cunt, nice and slippery.
“Troy,” she gasps. “Edmund.”
Troy hefts her tighter in his arms. “We’re right here, little girl.”
“Play with your tits for us,” I rasp, pressing a licking kiss against her shoulder.
“Yes,” she moans, complying.
Pleased with her obedience, I drag a finger against her pussy and stroke the smooth skin at the front of her throat.
She goes rigid.
“Coming already?” I ask. “I’ve barely touched you.”
“No—no.” She thrashes between us.
Something’s wrong. Her eyes are wild with panic and fear. These aren’t the throes of an orgasm.
I let go of her pussy and neck. “Danica. What’s happening?”
She pushes at Troy. “Can’t—can’t breathe?—”
Troy and I both let her down, exchanging a look with each other. I’ve never felt less helpless than I do right now, with Danica wheezing and struggling to breathe.
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Troy
“Did you choke her?” I glare at Edmund. We’ve both done breath play with women before, but always with a ton of talking beforehand. You don’t fuck around with breath play. People can die. Besides, after Dani’s last panic attack, I’m guessing her neck is a trigger.
“No. Fuck. I barely touched her neck.”
“Never touch her neck again. Either of us.”
“You don’t have to tell me that—I think I’ve figured it out—you know what? No arguing.” He pulls her against him, tight like I’d done the first time she had a panic attack. “Angel. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Deep breaths. Listen to my breathing, try to match it.”
Edmund slowly eases down so they’re sitting on the office floor. He keeps Dani cradled in his arms, holding her tight. I squat down next to them, wishing I could do more. I’ll tear apart any physical threat to our girl.
