Page 24 of Room Twenty: She's A Switch

“Who else gets to be in here, Margaux?”

Gideon replaced his finger with his thick thumb. It rested across the width of my hole, his fingers reaching forward and pushing into my dripping cunt. The dueling sensations stole my words and robbed of sight. Desire weighed heavy on my psyche, threatening to submerge me in a pool of feeling. My hips ground against his hand, chasing each sensation he teased out of me.

“Margaux?” He asked again, a hint of an entertained chuckle in his voice.

“Sir?” I replied.

“I asked you a question, my dove.”

His thumb pushed into my asshole, twisting the puckered skin, dark desire skittering up through my clit and following the rest of the bolts of pleasure collecting deep in my belly.

“It’s yours, Sir.”

“Yes gorgeous, I know.”

He laughed, petting my pussy with loving strokes. It did nothing to extinguish the flames that burned hot. I choked on desire. The need to come consuming me.

“Who else gets to be in this hole, Margaux?”

“Just you sir.”

My mouth was so dry. Every millimeter of skin on my body burned so hot, even the sweat running down my temples and back did little to provide relief. I saw Lazo and Dax tucked in the corner of the bed, like a pair of owls—wide eyed and staring.

“Can your sweet Lazlo be back here?” Gideon asked, following my gaze.

“No Sir. Just you.”

“What about Dax? Can he be in my hole?”

I licked my lips to bring some relief to my overheated body.

“No Sir, not Dax either.”

“He’d probably rip you in two with that fat cock of his, wouldn’t he?”

I watched Lazlo lean across the bed and take Dax in his mouth. He worked his lips up and down his shaft repeatedly, while Dax moaned and gyrated.

“What do you think, Lazlo? Could that fat cock you’re eating fit in your Mistress's hole?”

Lazlo pulled off Dax’s cock with a plop. He licked his lips and swiped the drool off his mouth before replying, “Not without a lot of training, Sir.”

“Did you hear that, Margaux?” Gideon came around my front, directing me by my chin to look at him. “Dax is too big for my hole, too.”

“Your pussy,” He whispered close to my ear, “your pussy is for any of us to use. But this hole, it’s mine and mine alone. Show me you understand, my dove.”

“It’s yours, Sir.”

“What about Mr. Big?” Lazlo asked, his eyebrow turned up with impertinence.

“Oh yes,” Gideon asked, “what about Mr. Big?”

Gideon took three fingers and pressed against my asshole. He had no lube on his fingers, and if he pushed in, it would hurt. He traced each puckered ridge with gentle strokes of his fingernail, sweeping the full circumference.

“No. Mr. Big can’t go there either.”

“Why is that?” Gideon pursued.

I’d never actually taken Mr. Big in the ass. He was a beast, that dildo. I only teased Lazlo with Mr. Big because he loved watching me arch and moan when trying to fill my pussy with him. I couldn’t even imagine how much Mr. Big would stretch me past my limits.

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