Page 63 of The Escape Artist

Kane's pet looked around at the room again. “You know Ari designed this house, right? If you ask me, he's just as great an artist as Quill. It's probably why they're friends. They get each other, I think.”

“Really? He designed all this?”

Saskia nodded. “He didn't tell you?”

“No.”

“I guess he wouldn't. How would he fit that into a conversation? 'By the way, I designed this glorious place myself.' He's kind of modest about his accomplishments.”

Perhaps she should have figured it out. He was an architect after all. And that beautiful table he'd made. It seemed so obvious now that no one but Ari could have designed this beautiful house.

There was another knock. Marcus poked his head in. “Hey love, are you two ready to do this?”

Saskia turned to Claire, a question in her gaze. Claire nodded.

“Yes, Sir,” Saskia said.

Claire was surprised when Saskia grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. The two of them walked in front with the men behind them, their hands clasped tightly together. In the dungeon all the lights along the wall had been turned on.

Claire scanned the room. A large bed had been pulled out closer to the center of the room. Near that was a St. Andrew's Cross which had a couple of white bathrobes draped over the center of the X. In one corner stood a large cylinder with two iron rods sticking out of it.

Claire shivered—an ironic reaction to that much heat. In the very center of the room, under a couple of small spotlights recessed into the ceiling were two spanking horses positioned side-by-side only a few feet apart. Marcus sat in a chair near the bed. As if on cue, he sat in one of the chairs near the bed.

“Ladies, time to undress,” Ari said, already peeling off his jeans and tossing them to the floor.

Claire caught Saskia giving him an appreciative once over. She winked, and Ari laughed. The others removed their T-shirts and jeans and shoes without another word. Nobody had worn underwear. And neither Saskia nor Claire had worn a bra.

“Girls, kneel on the bed facing each other. We want you to kiss and touch. Get to know one another,” Kane said.

Claire looked to Ari, and he just nodded. He and Kane had obviously planned every element of the night. The arousal slowly began to take over her nerves as she realized that the first thing both of their masters wanted was to watch them make out.

“Men are so predictable,” Saskia said, echoing Claire's thoughts.

“Watch that sassy mouth,” Kane said.

A small flash of fear crossed Saskia's face. “Yes, Master.”

Claire felt awkward and strange. She'd never done anything with another woman before. But Saskia obviously had. The other woman pulled her up on the bed with her without any hesitation. They knelt in the center, and a moment later Saskia's soft warm mouth was on Claire's.

She let out a gasp of surprise at how different and yet the same it was. Saskia kissed across her cheek and licked the shell of her ear, eliciting another shiver.

“Let's give them a good show,” Saskia whispered. “Ari loves this.”

Claire's gaze shifted to Ari's intense blue eyes. Then she panned down to his already hardened cock. She glanced over to find Kane in a similar state of intensity and arousal. And Marcus, sitting, watching. He'd already unbuttoned his pants, freeing his cock.

Saskia pulled Claire's focus back to her, her tongue pushing its way inside Claire's mouth. Saskia's hands began to stroke Claire's breasts, and she tentatively reached out to touch the other woman's ass.

Their kisses and fondling became more heated until they forgot the men watching them. All at once Claire wasn't putting on a show. She was intensely engaged in making out with Saskia.

“I think they like each other,” Kane said. “We could just leave them alone. They don't need us.”

Saskia giggled against Claire's mouth. But then the two men were on the bed behind them. Ari pulled her mouth from Saskia's while Kane pulled Saskia from Claire. Soft feminine kisses were replaced with hard, demanding masculine kisses. Whereas Saskia's mouth had been an invitation, Ari's was a demand.

Claire jumped when she felt a hand between her legs. Fingers coated with arousal cream rubbed over her folds and into her clit, then dipped inside her pussy. But both of Ari's hands were occupied: one hand at the back of her neck holding her in place for his kiss and the other cupping her breast. It was Kane applying the cream.

Ari broke his kiss with Claire and pulled Saskia away from the others. He took the tube from Kane and began to spread the cream on Saskia. Claire watched as the other woman fell back into Ari's arms, spreading her legs wide, open, uninhibited, moaning with pleasure as Ari's fingers slipped inside her pussy.

“Are you ready to be fucked?” Ari asked her.

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