Page 86 of Lies like Rubies, Part One

“Up, slut,” Dante told her, nudging her in the ass with the toe of his shoe. “Lie on the bed with your legs apart and show us that weeping pussy.”

She stood and stretched, then dropped backward onto the foot of the bed, leaving her feet flat on the ground.

I stepped forward to slap the sensitive inside of her thighs. “He said, show us your pussy, baby.”

Her eyes widened. Then she jerked her legs apart, revealing her pretty pink core, wet and dripping, desperate for our touch.

“Look at you, spread out for us, makeup smeared down your face, absolutely fucking gorgeous,” I murmured as I traced my fingers up and down her right thigh. “Taking our commands so well.” She shivered, gooseflesh following the path of my fingers. “Lay there and relax, sweet Sofia, and let us look our fill at that stunning pussy we’re going to stuff to the brim.”

Dante stroked his fingers up her stomach, tracing paths around her breasts. “Our Sofia’s such a slut for other men’s approval. She’d never had an orgasm from penetrative sex until she met me.”

Sofia’s entire body flushed.

“Is that true, baby?” I asked.

She nodded.

“Use your words, Sofia. Is that true?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

Dante smiled, satisfaction oozing out his pores. “Did I give you your first vaginal orgasm, kitten?”

“Yes, sir,” she answered so softly I could barely hear her. Her face flamed with embarrassment, and I allowed myself to enjoy her discomfort, stroking my fingers across her stomach as she blushed from head to toe.

“And your second?” I asked, indulging my curiosity, seeing where her limits were.

She closed her eyes and shook her head.

“Words, Sofia.”

She turned her face away from me and whispered something.

I traced my fingers down the inside of her thigh, not entirely sure how to handle her disobedience. I wouldn’t usually hesitate to carefully inflict pain on a submissive partner, but I didn’t know her well enough to know whether she was tolerating it from Dante or begging for it. And a small part of me wanted my treatment of her to contrast with Dante’s. I wanted her to like memore.

Finally, I compromised. “I can’t hear you, Sofia,” I said with a light pinch to her nipple rather than another hard slap to the sensitive skin of her tempting inner thigh.

“You’re the only man who’s made me come while fucking me,” Sofia snapped at Dante, still avoiding my eye.

“I’ll have to do something about that,” I said, running my hand down her stomach then sweeping my thumb across her nipple, soothing the earlier pain. She moaned, then strangled the sound, as if she were embarrassed it slipped out.

God, this woman was beautiful, made for me, made for my kinks, and, I supposed, made for Dante’s too.

“After we punish you,” Dante asserted.

“After we punish you,” I agreed. “What’s the plan, Dante?”

He grinned at me, the first genuine smile I’d seen since I arrived in the apartment. “Pick a number between ten and twenty, Sofia.”

“What?”

He pinched a nipple hard, and she whined with pain. “Pick a number, you dumb slut.”

“Thirteen,” she gasped.

He pinched her nipple again.

“Thirteen,sir.”

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