Page 52 of Laurels and Liquor

Rhett: I was going to wait and save this for Christmas, but I think today is the perfect day for you to try out a new toy for me.

Me: Oh? What kind of toy?

Rhett: You’ll see. After you get dressed, head up to my room and call me. The game starts now, so remember our rules.

Me: Yes, sir. My safe word is red if I want to stop, and yellow if I need a break.

Rhett: Good girl. And what is our rule about coming?

Me: I have to ask for permission, and wait until you grant it.

Rhett: Such a perfect, obedient little omega you are for me, sweet girl.

I preen a little from his praise, and I hear a husky chuckle behind me.

“How’s our sir doing, sweetheart?” Lucas purrs in my ear.

“He’s good. We’re going to play a game today,” I reply, glancing at the clock. It’s still morning, but not too early. My sleep schedule has been all out of whack since I stopped working.

Lucas hums, grinding his cock against me. “I should make sure you’re good and ready for whatever he has in store for you.”

I gasp as his fingers trace over my hip and slide between my legs. I’m already dripping for him, and he slides two fingers inside me with ease. As I hitch my leg back over his hip to give him better access, my mind floats in a sea of sensations. But as I draw closer to my peak, my eyes fly open, and I grab Lucas’s wrist. He freezes, sensing the sudden tension in me.

“What’s the matter?” he asks seriously.

“I—Rhett said we’re already playing. I have to ask—”

Lucas’s growl cuts me off, and I try not to whine as he pulls his fingers out of me. My walls clench involuntarily, my body reluctant to let him go, even if my mind knows better. But then I yelp in surprise as he rolls me over onto my back and settles himself between my thighs. And then, in one languid thrust, he’s seated his cock to the hilt. I moan long and low, relishing the feeling of his thick, rock-hard cock stretching me open.

“Go on, then. Ask him,” Lucas taunts, starting a slow but steady pace as he withdraws and sinks back into my heat.

I nod, hands fumbling over the sheets until I finally find my phone. My fingers shake as Lucas angles his hips just right to hit that rough patch of nerves on my upper wall, and it takes me twice as long to get the message out.

Me: Please, sir. I want to come so bad. Please let me come.

I expect a swift reply, but each second drags like an hour as Lucas pounds relentlessly into me, hips grinding on my clit with each forward thrust. My whole body is shaking as I struggle to hold myself back. Finally, my phone goes off, not with a message, but with a call. I answer and put it on speaker.

“Little one, what are you—”

“Fuck, please, sir. Lucas is fucking me so good, and I need to come. Please, sir. Please let me come on Lucas’s cock,” I beg, words becoming more garbled as I nearly sob from the pressure building in my belly.

“Luc? Is she being good and not coming?” Rhett questions, not missing a beat.

“Yes, sir. Fuck, she’s so tight. You feel so fucking good, squeezing like that,” Lucas says, first to Rhett, then to me.

“I had plans for you today, little one. If you come now, you’re going to have to wait a long time for your next one,” Rhett says, voice full of warning.

“I understand, sir. Please, please, please, I want to come so bad for you!”

A tear leaks down my face, but Lucas is there, kissing it away.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Now, come all over our beta’s cock,” Rhett commands, just the edge of a growl to his words.

I shatter completely, a scream of pure bliss tearing from my throat as my pussy pulses and gushes my release. Lucas is right there, whispering in my ear, telling me over and over how good I feel, how perfect I am, and it drags the warm rush of release out into eternity. I’m so far adrift that I don’t even hear Lucas’s moans, but I feel him drive deep into me and then hot ropes of his cum fill me. We sit there panting for a moment, and I only remember Rhett is still on the phone when he clears his throat.

“God, I miss you both so much,” he says, almost under his breath.

Another tear slips from my eyes, and Lucas wipes it away. “I miss you too, so much. I want you home,” I reply, a little whimper in my voice as my lower lip quivers.

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