Page 130 of Kept

My mouth goes dry.

Zella tilts her head to the side. “Who, exactly, is this present for?”

Enzo pushes past me, and I can see the glint in his eyes as he takes in the newly designed room. “Oh, I like this.”

Maverick clears his throat. “All of us?” he suggests, and Zella gives him a dubious look. She steps forward, running her hands over the padded bench.

“What’s that?” she asks, pointing at the St. Andrews cross on the wall. I smirk at Maverick, but he doesn’t blink. Holding her hips, he nudges her backwards until her back presses against the center.

“You place your hands here,” he explains, lifting her hands and pressing them against the ridges. Zella’s eyes widen, her mouth popping open in a littleoof understanding.

“And your legs go here.” His knee pushes her black and yellow striped legs apart, nudging her feet into position. “You see?”

I see the way her flush spreads deliciously over her face and down into the neckline of her dress. She clears her throat. “I might need a proper demonstration.”

“Show her the bench,” Enzo suggests. He turns from the wall, and all of our eyes drop to the rope in his hands. “Or maybe a hoist?”

“The bench,” Maverick says slowly. He leads Zella over to the padded structure, but he pauses. “I think…” he plucks at the strap of her dress. “That the elf dress needs to come off, now.”

“But the bee socks can stay on,” I blurt out, and Enzo laughs.

“Kinky.”

“Have you seen them?” I hiss. She looks fucking delectable.

Zella turns. “I might need some help,” she says over her shoulder, and we all leap forward at once. Mav is closest, though, and he slips his hands under her little straps, drawing her dress down until it pools around her waist.

When she turns, I think all of our eyes widen.

“What are those?” Enzo asks, in a strangled tone.

She shimmies, and the little Christmas puddings attached to her nipples jiggle. “Tassels! I ordered them from the googirl.”

Maverick half groans, half laughs. “I’m going to confiscate your card.”

“I’ll give you mine,” I breathe in delight. “You can have all of them. All of my cards.”

Take my fucking money.

Stepping forward, I carefully peel one of the pasties away. When she pouts, I lean down and suck a reddened nipple into my mouth, groaning as her hands slide into my hair and she pushes herself into me.

I release her with a wet-sounding pop. “Fucking delicious, little thief.”

She grins down at me. “What’s next?”

Maverick takes her hand, and I step back as he coaxes her into position on the bench. She lays her head to the side, balancing on her knees with her arms down. Maverick runs his hands down her legs, over her socks, and straps her into position, holding her in place with thick leather straps. At the top end, Enzo secures her hands the same way. Her breathing rises in the small space, little gasps that make my dick hard as fucking nails.

“Beautiful,” Maverick praises. She whimpers as he runs his hand over the smooth curves of her ass. “And already wet for us. I hope you’re not attached to these panties.”

The rip of the material rings out, revealing her swollen pink pussy.

Maverick slides a finger through her folds, pushing it inside her as she arches her back with a moan. He adds another, pushing them in and out until she’s bucking against his hand.

Enzo unbuckles his belt, flipping open the button on his jeans as Zella watches him avidly. He pulls out his cock, already hard and heavy as he presses the head to her mouth. “Suck, little prey. Show them how well you take my dick like a good girl.”

I inhale as his cock disappears inside the warm haven of her mouth. He pinches her nose shut as he pushes in, until her chin brushes his balls, her mouth stretched wide to take him.

“Such a good little prey,” he praises, and her eyes squeeze shut. “Gonna fuck your throat now.”

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