Page 90 of Original Sins (Dark Odyssey 6)

“Yes, Sir,” I mutter, and the sound of myself saying that arouses me.

“Good girl. Good girls are rewarded. If you’re good, we’ll each reward you with whatever you want at the end. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

What do I want for a reward?

I feel like that girl again who is granted a wish, but I have access to two—one from each of my dark princes.

The room suddenly goes quiet, and I wonder what they’re doing.

I sense them still here with me, but there’s a disconnection that makes me wonder if they’ve moved away from the bed.

I never heard footsteps. But the floor is carpeted with that heavy, thick carpet that covers most of the house.

All of a sudden, the strong, perfumed scent of roses fill my being, tickling my nostrils and tantalizing every nerve in my body.

Immediately I think of the wax, and I wonder if that’s what I’m smelling. The presence I feel on my right as the smell gets stronger is Georgiou. I’m sure of it, and Henry isn’t nearby.

“Georgiou, that’s you,” I whisper more to myself than to him.

“Yes, it’s me, baby.” His voice is in my ear. “How’d you know it was me?”

“I can always feel you. Where’s Henry? He’s not nearby.”

“I’m over here, Duchess,” Henry answers, sounding impressed I knew he wasn’t near me.

“I can’t get over how perfect you are,” Georgiou says, again in my ear. “It’s like you were made for us.”

“Maybe I was.”

I go to touch him, but the chains resist me. He, however, humors me with a kiss to my knuckles that brings a smile to my face.

“I think you were. Now feel this, my Duchess.”

As soon as he speaks, something warm runs down the valley of my breasts, and I realize I was right about the wax.

It’s not hot at all, but bordering on it, so it makes my body jolt and my nerves jump from the contact. I gasp, taking in a huge gulp of air.

Seconds later, the heat sinks into my skin, and it feels really good.

More wax comes again, and he pours it down the length of my stomach, stopping just by my pubic bone.

I’m about to relish the feel of the warmth glowing on my skin when something pinches my nipples, and I yelp.

Whatever the something is is cold and tight.

I also feel Henry on my other side.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. “It’s nipple clamps. They’re tiny, so I can still do this.”

His mouth closes over my right nipple, and he sucks. The pleasure that soars through me with the combination of his mouth and the clamp is indescribable, and I moan out loud. At the same time, I feel ice running down the valley between my breasts, where the wax lays.

Cold and heat combine in a cacophony that works, and when Georgiou starts sucking my other breast, I feel so good I forget I can’t move.

The two men pleasure me, sucking my breasts while the cold and heat on my body make everything inside me come alive.

Something awakens in me at that moment, and the building pleasure rises and rises to a pinnacle of happiness.

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