Page 33 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

But no, I want to wait. I would also like to eat. As much fun as we've had together the past two weeks, it's easy to forget things like eating and sleeping. It's much more fun to indulge in each other and what we can do together.

More than once, I look up from my plate to find Oliver staring at my boobs. And more than once, he catches me catching him. By the time I stand and start collecting empty plates, his face is as red as the sauce.

“After a meal like that,” I muse, “I don't know if I could handle another bite of anything else.”

“It was delicious,” Oliver chokes out. “Thank you for going to the effort.”

“It's no effort at all. I love taking care of people. If there's any way I can find to do that, I jump at the opportunity.”

“You are definitely obliging,” Luke agrees while Bane snickers.

“I might not have any room, but I hope you do,” I tell Oliver once the table is cleared. “Because I've prepared a special dessert.”

“And what would that be?”

“Me.” I hold his gaze, crossing my arms over my chest and sliding the straps over my shoulders before wiggling out of the dress and letting it fall to the floor.

His eyes bulge, and his head snaps back as all the color drains from his face. “Lillian!”

“Come on, Dad,” Nik tells him. “You had to know it was leading to this.”

“This was her idea,” Bane murmurs, speaking to his father but staring at me.

“I don't understand.” He hasn't taken his eyes off me, and I watch him drink in the sight of my naked body. It's not like he couldn't practically see all of it with the dress on, but I guess it's different when there's nothing between his hungry gaze and my bare skin.

“We want you to join us,” Nik tells him. “We want to all be part of this, you included.”

He gasps for air, loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top of his shirt. “This is wrong. We can't do that.”

“But I want to.” I wait until he finally looks me in the eye, and I nod slowly. “I do. I want you, all of you. I want us to be part of this together. It means so much to me, Oliver.”

“I don't know if I can,” he whispers. “Don't get me wrong. I want to. Looking at you like this... You don't know how much I want to.” He looks around at his sons, at Luke. “But I don't know that I can participate.”

“Nobody's trying to force you,” Luke assures him as he stands to reveal the very obvious tenting of his pants.

“But...” His tongue darts over his lips. “Can I watch?”

By now, my pussy is flooded. I can feel it coating my lips, and now it's beginning to creep down my inner thighs. My nipples are almost painfully tight, and goose bumps pebble my skin as he leans back in his chair and unzips his pants.

“Thank fuck,” Nik groans, pulling me close and grinding his dick against my ass. “You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”

Luke stands in front of me, his hands running over my boobs, squeezing and massaging before he plays with my nipples. “You feel like putting on a show?”

“Oh yes,” I moan, letting my head fall back against Nik’s chest. Bane steps up beside him, and I part my lips, welcoming his deep kiss. Soon all four of us are breathing hard, and at some point, they manage to remove their clothes in the middle of their groping and fondling. Soon we are skin on skin, hands and lips and tongues. I can barely come up for air before someone else kisses me, and by the time Nik wedges a hand between my thighs, I'm a sopping, aching mess.

“Let me see her,” Oliver rasps. I open my eyes to find him stroking his long, thick dick—his sons definitely inherited their girth from him, and the sight makes me wish he would impale me on his length. His eyes are half closed, his lips parted so he can breathe hard, fast.

Luke steps back and to the side, and I take him in my right hand while stroking Bane with my left. I spread my thighs a little, and Nik holds my bald lips open so Oliver can admire my engorged clit. “What do you think?” he asks his father. “Everything you fantasized about?”

“You're even more gorgeous than I imagined,” he groans. “Just look at that juicy pussy.”

“She tastes even better than she looks.” Nik lifts his fingers to his mouth and sucks them, and something about that makes me shudder with pleasure. It’s dirty and so wrong, but it feels so right.

My legs are weak by the time he lays me out on the table, the way I was the night Oliver found us. This time, Luke gets on his knees between my legs, pushing them open wide with both hands before licking me from my asshole to my clit. “Oh yeah,” I moan, arching my back. He growls against me, and the vibrations are enough to drive me crazy.

I moan again, but I'm cut off this time when Bane takes me by the back of the head and guides himself into my mouth. I take him eagerly, greedily, sucking him for all I’m worth. Knowing Oliver watches, knowing he must have thought about something like this while jerking himself off. Seeing my body, watching me come undone.

“That’s a good girl,” he coaxes. “Stroke Nik, too. Show everybody a good time.” I’m all too happy to do as I’m told, taking Nik’s precum-coated shaft in my hand and stroking him in time with Bane’s thrusts into my throat.

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