Page 55 of Her Christmas Harem

“I said stop,” Benedict repeated. I leaned my forehead against Ibrahim as we reluctantly halted our movements.

James stepped up behind me, running his hands over the curves of my bottom. “Darling Piper, I’d like you to wear a plug in your ass when we go out today.”

I blinked. I wasn’t entirely new to anal play, but it wasn’t something I’d ever enjoyed in the past.

Benedict snatched the plug out of his hands. “That’s not how we’re doing this.”

James gave him a hurt puppy dog look, but backed off, waiting for direction.

“Piper,” Benedict began.

Ibrahim recaptured my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard enough to hollow out his cheeks as I moaned my need. Fuck, he was distracting.

Benedict sat beside Ibrahim on the couch and cupped my cheek, turning my face toward him even as Ibrahim continued to worship my breasts.

He held up the squishy plug where I could see it. “Piper, would you feel sexy wearing this while we’re out today?”

I groaned in response, and James swatted my ass hard enough to sting. “Piper, you have to use your words. Can I shove this plug up your ass?”

Benedict’s answering look was stern and angry. “James!” he admonished.

I stopped rocking against Ibrahim’s lap and pulled back. He tugged on my nipple with his teeth before releasing it. I scrubbed my face with my hands, trying to concentrate for a moment—just one moment.

Benedict waited patiently for me to put a coherent thought together.

James, less patient, leaned over from my right, pressing his torso against my back and holding himself up with his arms on the back of the couch on either side of me. “Piper, would you feel sexy with your ass full all day long, as we spend the day downtown, all the passers-by looking at your gorgeous legs, unaware that your pussy is hot and dripping, begging to be stuffed with a cock like your ass is stuffed with this plug?”

I moaned at the need shooting through me as he whispered the filthy words in my ear.

“You’ll be unable to concentrate, unable to think about anything but the plug pushing into your ass, driving you mad with need. How does that sound?”

God, it sounded awful and amazing and sexy all at the same time. “Yes, please, James. Yes.”

With a delicate touch, he pulled my lacy panties down. Cool liquid dripped between my bottom cheeks. I felt his finger push at that entrance, gently, then harder, until he’d breached me.

I groaned, the intensity of the sensation almost too much. He worked a second digit in and soon I was mewling and writhing on Ibrahim’s lap as James pumped in and out of me.

“That’s it, princess,” Benedict murmured as sensation overwhelmed me. “You’re doing so well, taking James’ fingers, like you were born to do it.”

When James withdrew his fingers, I whined with need, only for something wider to replace them. My eyes bulged as I realized just how large the plug would feel inside me. Inexorably, he pushed it in.

“Relax, darling,” he said against my hair, stroking my back until the plug was firmly in place, the stretch both uncomfortable and delicious.

I took a deep breath, my entire body taut and needy as I got used to the utter fullness.

“Color, Piper?” Benedict asked me, stroking my hair as I dropped to lean on Ibrahim’s chest.

“Green,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“Good girl.”

James wiped me down with a warm cloth. I couldn’t help but wonder why none of my previous lovers had ever bothered to do the same. It was a simple, quiet gesture that blew me away. I’d always been the one responsible for the “sex towel” and cleaning up post-coital messes.

“Up you go,” Ibrahim said into my ear, with gentle pressure on my shoulders. When I stood, I saw the wet disaster I’d left on his pants. I couldn’t help the full-body cringe that followed, or the tomato red of my face when I blushed with embarrassment.

Ibrahim grinned at me. “It’s a mark of pride, Perfect Piper. It’s not even ten yet, and look what a mess we’ve made out of you.”

I closed my eyes, pretending that if I couldn’t see him, he couldn’t see me. Instead of letting me suffer my humiliation in peace, he pulled me in for a hug and whispered in my ear, “I’d invite you to come help relieve the pressure in the bedroom, but James is ready to go, and Benedict wants to edge you for a bit. I don’t think I’d be able to resist fucking you senseless once you wrapped those red lips around my cock.”

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