Page 202 of Entangled

“Dangerous, dangerous games,” I murmur and watch the nerves and excitement spark in his eyes.

For many long, long years, I didn’t think I could ever enjoy a brat. There’s an elegance to the dance between submissive and dominant. I find pleasure in the willing, graceful fall into compliance. Beauty in the silent micro-gestures, and the anticipation of needs on both sides. It’s gorgeous work, where each person strives to ensure the other is fulfilled.

Lucien is another challenge altogether. I don’t know all the steps to this dance, but it’s full of bright music and quick, dizzying turns that keep me on my toes.

In all the reverence of my craft, I never thought I could want to laugh.

“Be careful of his left shoulder,” Beaumont advises. “No strain on it at all—and no impact.”

I nod as I circle Lucien, my fingers tracing those awful scars that nearly cost me my life. I’m already cautious of his wounds, but I appreciate Beaumont’s concern. He took good care of my Lucien.

“Beaumont, I’m curious. How well does your submissive choke on a cock? Because mine needs a lesson in the value of silence.”

He gives me an amused look, then he tilts Eden’s head back further, his hand under her chin. “You remember your non-verbals?”

“Y-yes?” There’s an enjoyable edge to her voice now.

His other hand drifts around her, and he squeezes her pussy through her dress. She gasps, her eyes flying around between us, but his hand at her throat holds her fast.

“Get on your knees, pet, and open your mouth. Show them how pretty you look with my dick in your throat.”

Beside me, Lucien lets out a small groan, his eyes riveted on Eden as she sinks to her knees. In her pretty dress, she looks like a descending cloud.

I move around behind Lucien, and as she opens her mouth wide, that pink tongue invitingly lewd, I drop heavy, sucking kisses to the side of his neck. He shudders against me, and I run my hand down his oil-slick chest until I grasp his cock.

I press my eyes closed and breathe in through my nose, trying to control myself, but Lucien’s scent is all around me. He’s hard and hot in my hand, silken steel curved into my grasp. I’ve touched him before, of course—in the study when he humbled me, in passing during our rare scenes—but I’ve never allowed myself the pleasure of trulysavoringit.

I give him a slow, firm stroke, overcome by the feel of him. His twitches, the catch of his breath, the slide of him against my sensitive palm. I do it again, and his breath turns ragged. He presses his ass against my cock, and I squeeze him painfully hard in warning.

Lucien gasps, arching into the cruel grip like it’s a tender kiss.

“Poor, predictable Lucien,” I murmur against his neck, and he swallows, trying to catch his breath, his eyes still on Eden.

Beaumont has freed his cock and is filling her lovely mouth carelessly. Her lips are split wide around him as she tries valiantly to take him. His hands grip her hair tightly, and he fucks into her once, jostling her glasses. She chokes a little as he bottoms out, but he doesn’t spend time getting her comfortable. Beaumont starts punching his hips forward, fucking her wet mouth with a groan of enjoyment.

He looks over and gives us a lazy grin, his hips never pausing. “Eden has hard limits on bondage and any kind of closed fist beatings.”

He says it lightly, brushing past the information so quickly, I know better than to comment.

He yanks her face tight against his abdomen and buries himself deep. He grinds against her slick, dripping lips, and my own cock throbs jealously.

I’m sure she feels like magic.

Strained tears spill from Eden’s dazed eyes, but her skin is luminous with gorgeous, wanton color. Her hips are restless, shifting like she can’t get pressure where she needs it.

I’m not used to seeing her so undone, so stripped of her composure. My pulse pounds at me to take, take, take.

The sight of her like this is ruining me.

Holding her head in place, Beaumont tilts her slightly to the side so she can see Lucien and me, and she blinks her glittering tears away as she stares appreciatively at Lucien’s hungry cock. I start stroking him just the way I know he likes it—the way I’ve made him touch himself in front of me before. I want her lost in need we won’t satisfy.

I want it tohurt.

Beaumont starts fucking her mouth hard and continues easily. “She’s good with degradation and humiliation, but don’t touch her past or any body shaming—except for her filthy little pussy. Her hot, tight, slutty mouth is fair game too. She has no problem with those, do you, pet?”

He taps the tip of her nose.

She looks up at him with grateful, wet eyes as he rides her face, and his composure breaks, his head tipping back as he groans. Lucien is fighting to stay still, but it’s a tragically losing battle. His cock is swollen in my hand, the tip dewing with precum.

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