Page 37 of Carnal Desire
So, she’s disappointed when I don’t command her to drop to her knees and fuck her mouth without mercy. Not saying I don’t want to, but that’s not how she’s getting rewarded with my dick.
“But that’s not a punishment for you is it, Angel?” I smirk. “Bad girls don’t get to suck my cock.”
I chuckle at her frown. Then Elijah and Laila enter the room before she answers, drawing both our attention. He shuts the door behind them, then locks it.
“Stand beside Cadence, Little Dove,” he says to Laila.
She smiles sweetly at him causing him to smirk, as she walks around me to stand beside Cadence. They are standing shoulder to shoulder, barely a few inches between them. Then Elijah stands beside me.
“Are you ready?” he asks me, and I nod.
“There’s some rule outside of the rules we’ve set for each other,” I say. “We do not switch partners and we do not touch each other’s partners. Subs are allowed to talk to the other Dom’s if he asks a question.”
I look at Eljah. “Anything else?”
“There are four of us, so accidental touching may happen and that’s fine but nothing beyond that, are we clear?” he asks.
“Yes, Sir,” Cadence and Laila answer in unison.
I reach out and caress Cadence’s cheek, and her eyes close on contact. Hopefully, my touch will keep her calm and in the moment. I know this is a big step for her. No one outside of doctors and me, have seen her scars. But regardless of what that maniac left behind, she’s gorgeous. And she’s mine.
“Eyes on me, gorgeous.”
Her eyes pop open, her intense gaze landing on me. With my eyes locked onto hers, I trail my fingers from her jawline down the column of her slender neck across her collarbone, enjoying the softness of her dark brown skin. Her mouth parts, and a light whimper escapes just before she pulls her plump bottom lip in between her teeth.
Moving my fingers under the skinny strap of her black, shimmering cocktail dress I push it down her shoulder, feeling the goosebumps under the pads of my fingers along the path. Then I trail my fingers across her chest, over her scars, to her other shoulder, sliding the other strap off until the top of her dress falls below her breasts. Grabbing both her breasts, I squeeze them and play with her nipples until she’s squirming under my touch. I yank her dress down until it pools at her feet.
“My naughty, Angel,” I rasp. “No underwear?”
“I thought you would prefer it, Sir.”
“I do.” I slide my fingers through her slit, gathering her arousal, bringing them to my mouth, then lick it off my fingers. “And she’s already wet for me too.”
I walk behind her, keeping my hands on her body, then gripping her by the neck from behind. I trail kisses up the column of her neck to her sensitive spot just below her ear as I watch Elijah lead Laila closer to where the beds are sitting.
“Are you nervous?” I ask, whispering in her ear, then nipping her earlobe.
Her head falls back against my shoulder, giving me the perfect access to her neck. Her breathing is heavy and her pulse beats against my fingertips. Her nails are digging into my thighs.
“Just a little,” she says, then moans when I lick where her pulse is drumming against my fingertips before sucking on her skin.
“No need to be nervous, Angel.” I give her neck a gentle squeeze. “It’s safe here. Feel whatever you need to feel.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Now keep your eyes on Elijah and Laila.” Using my other hand, I massage one of her breasts, tweaking and pulling at her hardened peak. “You’re so beautiful, Angel. I can’t wait for them to see me fuck you.”
She groans.
Laila is no longer dressed. Elijah is facing us and has her kneeling in front of him.
“I want you to watch, Angel. I want you to watch how good they look together.”
Elijah grips Laila by the hair and eases his dick in her mouth. “Good, Little Dove,” he groans, but his eyes aren’t on Laila, but on Cadence. “Now show Cadence and Brian, how you’re such a good girl for me.”
Most men would be consumed with jealousy if another man is watching his partner while he’s fucking someone. But not me. I think it’s exactly what Cadence needs. She needs to see someone other than me look at her like Elijah is. He’s a happily married man, but he’s a man, nonetheless. And a man will always recognize a beautiful woman.
She whimpers when I rub her clit.
