Page 156 of The Masks and the Dancer (Their Obsession 2)

He follows my gaze, grinning before pressing his thumb against the slit and swiping at the droplet, replacing the slice of melon with his thumb. She moans, sucking him into her mouth. Konrad swears under his breath and a chuckle escapes my throat. He’s barely hanging on.

I know the feeling.

Shifting back to our original positions, we continue to arouse Christy. Time passes, the hands of the wall clock shifting as the last of the afternoon’s light fades into darkness, stars lighting up the sky beyond the leaded window.

One by one Konrad feeds her a sample of each dessert, using his fingers to feed her, whilst I trace our names over her stomach with the blunt edge of the knife. My heart rate picks up as her skin pales briefly from the pressure of the knife, turning pink as the blood rushes to the surface once more. Jakub presses the vibrating tuning fork against every erogenous zone, and together we build her pleasure to impossible heights, but only ever keeping her on the edge of an orgasm. She cries and whimpers, begs and pleads; every time she comes close we draw back, never allowing her to come, keeping her on a knife-edge of pleasure. It’s an exquisite kind of torture, and one she’ll benefit from in the most incredible of ways when we do eventually allow her to come, but that won’t be until we’re all buried deep inside of her.Deepinside.

Her skin beads with sweat, her body undulating from our touch. Beneath us Christy is lost to sensation, to touch, taste, scent and sound. She reacts on instinct, allowing her body to take over as she writhes beneath our expert hands. We’ve all been trained in the art of pleasure, using it in the past along with pain to break the Numbers and reform them into stronger versions of themselves.

But this isn’t about breaking, this is aboutbonding.

It’s about forming a connection so intense, physically, emotionally and spiritually, that no matter what happens in the future we will always be bound to one another with an attachment much stronger than the chains that keep her restrained now.

She will always be ours, as we will be hers, in this life or beyond.

I’m as certain of that fact as I am of my love for her.

Flicking my gaze back down her body, I slowly drag the blade over her skin, careful not to cut her. Her body rolls, following the movement as my cock swells painfully.

I need to be inside of her. Making love to her was the single most incredible experience of my life, but right now I want to fuck. I want to let go of all this pent-up anxiety and lose myself in her completely. I’m trembling with need for her. It’s painful, and if I don’t release some of the stress I fear I’ll use this knife and cut her skin, and I promised I’dneverhurt her again.

Jakub, sensing my need, removes the tuning fork from her pussy and lays it on the mattress again. She trembles, panting at the loss of such a unique sensation.

“Christy, I’m going to untie you,” Jakub says. “Once you’re free, I want you to get onto your knees in the centre of the bed.”

Shifting to give her room, Jakub reaches up and unhooks the chains attached to her ankles and wrists. Trembling, Christy shifts onto her knees with the help of Konrad, then focuses on Jakub as he moves towards her.

“Spread your knees for me,” he demands softly.

“Like this?” she whispers, her birthmark deepening as she slides her knees further apart.

“Just like that,” he replies, climbing onto the bed and sliding his legs between her parted thighs, his erection bobbing against his abdomen as he moves.

“So fucking pretty,” he says, swiping his palm down the centre of her chest before cupping her pussy. “You’re so wet. Look at you dripping for us.”

“Yes,” she breathes, rocking against his hand, her pussy sliding over his palm. “Please, I need to come. I can’t take it anymore.”

Jakub’s eyes flare with his own need to impale her on his dick. “Yes, you’ll come,” Jakub bites out, licking his lips as he stares at her pussy soaking the palm of his hand. “You’ll come all over our dicks. Are you ready to take us, Christy?”

Her only answer is a deep, guttural moan.

Jakub looks between Konrad and I, and we both know what he’s asking without him having to say a word. He’s claiming her pussy, and wants to know who’ll be joining him.

Konrad chuckles. “You’ve all had the pleasure of Christy’s beautiful mouth. Now it’s my turn.”

I can’t help but release a breath. Good, because I was willing to fight him for her pussy.

Fisting Christy’s hair, Konrad tugs her head back and licks the last traces of chocolate from the corner of her mouth before kissing her deeply. Pulling back and running the tip of his nose over her birthmark, he says, “I can smell your arousal, Christy. It’s the sweetest scent.”

She watches him, her skin flush and her eyes wide as he reaches between her legs and swipes his fingers through her folds, before raising them to his nose and breathing in deep.

“I don’t need Thirteen’s perfume when I’ve got you,” he says, sucking her wetness from his fingers before stepping backwards, dick in hand.

“You're not joining in?” I ask, reaching out, my fingers tracing over Christy’s scarred back as Jakub guides her over his dick. Straddling him, she rocks her hips, his cock sliding through her folds as she tips her head back, moaning.

“I’m happy to watch…For now,” he adds, his hand sliding up and down his dick as Jakub grasps her hips, forcing her to keep still.

“Once you were Nothing to me,” Jakub says, drawing her attention back to him. Christy drops her gaze, staring down at him through the curtain of her hair. “Now you’reeverythingto us,” he says, stroking his hand down the centre of her chest, his fingers splaying out over her stomach as she stares down at him. “But know this, we won’t wait forever for you to return to us when you leave. Wewillcome for you.”

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