Page 3 of Their Little Sugar Plum
All of the images are arousing, but my cock gives an extra throb of interest when I see a woman in a collar, sandwiched between two men.
In fact, the more I scroll, the more threesomes I see. All of them include a woman and two men.
I can feel a smile growing on my face. Interesting. Very interesting.
“There.” Mikayla turns off her stand mixer and sets aside the pot of hot sugar. “All done, for tonight. I’ll add the colored sugar layer tomorrow.”
I get up to help her clean the kitchen. Once we’re done, I sit in a chair. Mikayla faces me, and there’s a playful look in her eyes.
“Come here.” I hold up the leather leash. “I want to fuck my little pet.”
She drops to her hands and knees and crawls, just the way I like. I affix the leash to her collar and widen my stance.
“Suck me, Mikayla. Get me hard for you.”
It is, ultimately, unnecessary. I got hard as soon as she started crawling toward me, a little smile on her lips, her blue eyes sparkling.
Soon enough, we’re on our feet and I’m yanking her panties to the side and bending her over the kitchen counter. The leash is all but forgotten in my hand as I pound into her cunt.
Her moans are loud, and I punctuate each thrust with another dirty promise. Promises to share her, promises to watch while someone else has his filthy way with her, promises to make all her fantasies come true.
She’s about to come when the door bangs open, and a tall man steps inside. He looks familiar.
Mikayla’s cunt clenches hard around my cock.
Then I realize—I saw his face, less than an hour ago. I saw him in that photo in Mikayla’s phone.
It’s Violet’s dad.
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“Mr.—Mr. Clark—” I gasp at the sight of Violet’s dad standing in my kitchen.
Jonah surreptitiously unhooks the leash from my collar. But he doesn’t pull out. The way my velvet Christmas dress falls around us, Mr. Clark probably can’t see what we’re doing.
Although he could probably guess.
Jonah nuzzles my neck. His voice is a deep whisper, too quiet for Mr. Clark to hear. “Your pussy is clamping down hard on my cock, princess. You like being watched?”
Mr. Clark folds his arms across his chest. “I’m looking for Violet.”
“She’s at the cabin.” I hold back a moan, because Jonah gives a subtle pump of his hips, nudging my G-spot. “Um. Where’s Retta?”
“She left me for a masseuse in Florida.”
Jonah and I both freeze.
“Shit, man. Sorry to hear that.” Jonah sets the leash on the counter on the other side of us, out of Mr. Clark’s view.
“Yes, well.” Mr. Clark clears his throat. “At any rate, I wanted to wish Violet a merry Christmas. Do you know where she is?”
“Your—cabin—” I gasp. “She went to the cabin with Callum.”
Mr. Clark frowns. “No. I saw Callum at the gas station when I got into town. He was with another woman, the asshole.”
“He is an asshole,” I agree. I never liked him, and I’d been a little worried about this week Violet was supposed to go away with him. “But then—Violet’s at the cabin. Alone?”
