Page 150 of Tempt Her

Wearing just his suit pants, Ford waits patiently as they settle in with drinks.

While I take my position in the center of the room, I catch the look Scarlett gives Luca.

Is it defiance or desire?

Tough to say because desire is all I feel. Nerves too. The excited kind. The thrilled ones you get before opening a big present. Like I don’t know what this will be like, getting fucked in front of others, but I know I’m going to love it.

As Ford approaches me from behind, he kisses my neck before asking loud enough for all to hear, “Do you consent to be our whore today?”

I stare at Luca. “Yes.”

“What are your words?”

I look at Scarlet. “Yellow to slow down or be gentle. Red to stop.”

“Good girl.” Ford pulls at the knot on my gold robe and opens it. Gliding it off my shoulders, it flutters to the floor.

Luca’s eyes darken, and Scarlett’s ribs lift at the sight of me.

I have the same black stilettos on and the same black collar with thin gold chains swooping to my nipples clamped in gold rings with pearls dangling from their excited peaks.

My men call it our “anniversary outfit,” and it’s my favorite too.

But we added something special to it. A fresh tattoo of delicate, small black script is inked between my breasts. Starting from the swell of one and sloping to the other, “No one can break us four” is forever written across my heart.

Ford takes a coil of black bondage rope from his pocket and asks me, “Mr. Mercier would like to learn how to tie wrists. Can he learn with you while I guide him?”

I offer my wrists out. “Yes, he may.”

There’s not a cock that’s not getting hard in this room, Luca’s included. He’s wearing dress pants and a starched white button-down with no tie. It billows open to reveal his dark tan skin with a light dusting of chest hair. I swear the man could be Ford’s brother.

And he smells so good as he approaches—cocoa, spice, and floral.

While he carefully follows Ford’s instructions, wrapping my wrists but leaving enough slack so that the ropes don’t burn my flesh, I watch Scarlett the whole time.

She’s not jealous. She’s riveted. But she’s not watching Luca’s big hands lightly skimming my flesh as Ford shows him how to tie the knots.

She’s watching Luca’s face. I hide my glance to catch it too.

Gone is Luca’s cold, stoic stare around Scarlett. He’s heated, focused, and calm.

Once they’re done, “Thank you,” Luca pecks my cheek before returning to his seat.

With my wrists bound before me, it narrows my arms, lifting my breasts even higher, and I’m no longer afraid when they’re exposed. Scarlett enjoys looking at them, Luca does too, and Iknowmy men do. It all makes my pussy start to ooze with desire.

Ford turns my chin. Gazing into my eyes, he asks, “What color are we on?”

“Green, for ‘please play with my pussy, sir.’”

I’m starting to ache. I didn’t realize how fast this would turn me on or how much.

Ford grins, taking a deep kiss, caressing my face, and taking his time to adore me like no one is here.“I love you.”I know his silent language while he claims my mouth with his tongue before he dusts over my lips.

“Demonstrate our first toy for our guests,” he orders. “Show them how our sweet whore likes to ride a dildo on a sex saddle while others watch you get off.”

I bite my lip to keep from grinning as Ford guides my steps toward the low black saddle. Really, it’s a half-dome with its flat end on the floor and a dildo towering from the center. It’s between the chaise where Luke sits and the bench where Mateo leans. I glance and notice both have hungry eyes for this too.

Helping me squat down until I’m kneeling over the saddle and the thick beige toy, Ford orders me, “Go slow. Take it all the way into that naughty pussy, and show them how much you love riding cock.”

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