Page 96 of Her Beast

It was either the woman from the other night, or one very similar in build and coloring. Once again, Julia couldn’t help noticing the resemblance between their bodies.

Other than the shocking lack of private hair and slightly smaller breasts, they were almost identical, which made it very easy to imagine that washeron the other side of the glass. A human doll for Malcolm’s pleasure.

It was as if thinking his name had summoned him and he strode into sight and stopped behind the woman. He towered over her, his huge body clad in evening blacks, the juxtaposition of naked and clothed, delicate and massive, causing Julia’s sex to ache unbearably.

Malcolm set his gloved hands on the woman’s shoulder and she flinched

“Shhh,” he soothed.

Julia startled and stepped back at the sound of his voice, which was so clear there must be some outlet, which meant she needed to be utterly silent.

He pulled back her hair and lowered his faintly smiling lips to her bare throat, trailing kisses down the skin of her neck, pausing at the juncture between throat and shoulder, while he cupped the woman’s breasts with his huge hands.

Julia bit her lip, barely catching a soft grunt of desire, her own breasts heavy and aching for his touch, her nipples as hard as diamonds.

His tall, broad body seemed to curl around the woman’s far smaller form, as if he could consume her, his fingers pinching, stroking, and teasing her breasts until the woman was moaning and straining against her tight bonds, her hips bucking, the skin of her spread thighs glistening with arousal.

Just like Julia’s.

“Amanda,” he murmured the name into the woman’s throat and at first Julia thought that was her name.

She jumped, yet again, when a woman rose up between the bound woman’s spread legs, as if she’d been there all along.

Two women!This was what he’d talked about earlier.

Her heart was pounding so loudly that she almost didn’t hear his next words.

“Open her for me, Amanda,” he ordered quietly.

The new woman, whose eyes were also covered, but with a simple black silk scarf, reached up and spread the bound woman’s sex lips.

Malcolm’s hands paused their teasing and he looked up, his pale blue eye gazing straight ahead.

Julia’s chest froze in fear.He sees me!

She gritted her jaw and prepared for his wrath.

And then realized he must be looking in the mirror.

He couldn’t see her—it was a mirror.

She exhaled shakily.

“So pretty,” he muttered, his breathing quickening and his nostrils flaring as he stared at the reflection of the woman’s spread sex. “Do you want Amanda to lick your cunt, Maisie?”

The bound woman—Maisie, it seemed—nodded vigorously

His smile was unspeakably wicked. “You know what that will cost you.”

It wasn’t a question, but Maisie again nodded.

He tweaked her nipple hard enough to make Maisie squeak, and then said to the kneeling woman. “You may begin, Amanda.”

Amanda lowered her mouth over the other woman’s sex without hesitation, her slim white fingers keeping Maisie’s inner lips spread, exposing her delicate pink jewel. She was glistening with arousal, her bare sex flushed and swollen as the kneeling woman took her into her mouth.

Julia was so entranced by the female lovers that she’d forgotten about Malcolm until he stepped back into the visible area, something limp and black dangling from his fingers.

Her eyes widened; it was a whip.

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