Page 204 of Entangled

Eden’s eyes are glassy, her back arched, and she nods. Her pitiable expression could make me come in my pants.

“Focus on me, sweet girl,” I instruct, and she looks at me and Lucien.

She swallows tearily, her mouth parting in need.

“This is a stress position.” As I lecture her, I trace Lucien’s tensed abdominals, smearing my finger through the glossy precum he’s wasted on his stomach. “For someone as flexible as Lucien, it’s reasonably difficult to hold, but certainly doable. At first. The strain will increase the longer he stays in position, becoming more and more excruciating as his muscles begin to tire—and as I make it difficult for him. It’s a test he’s designed to fail. Fortunately for us both, Lucien loves to lose to me.”

I use one hand to spread his cheeks, admiring his hole, and a tremble runs through my lovely sculpture. I run my nails up his inner thighs with my other hand, then tug his balls viciously.

“Ah.” Lucien wobbles as he jerks.

That pain will be a lance through his spine. Enough to make him feel nauseous.

It makes me victorious.

“Oh myGod,” Eden cries out on a sob. “Beau,please, I can’t.”

Gritting my teeth, I close my eyes for a moment. I can’t take it anymore. I need to know.

“How does she feel?” I ask, turning to stare back at her. At her lost, helpless face, red with strain and need.

Beaumont gives me a knowing look, his own eyes lit with feral need and his fingers buried in her pussy. “Feel for yourself.”

Want grips me as tightly as I’ve tied Lucien. Touch her. TouchEden.

I’ve been so well behaved around her. Polite enough that she’s taken me at face value.

But the things I want from her are depraved.

She knelt for me so sweetly yesterday. So trustingly. Dancing through my doors in fabric so thin and soft I could see every detail of her nipples in sharp relief. Nestled at my feet, untethered from her fears, she was unspeakably lovely.

When she left, I didn’t even make it back to my room. My cock was aching—inagony. I fucked my fist in the middle of the library to the fleeting glances of pussy she unthinkingly graced me with. To the remembered feel of her cheek against my thigh. And I brought myself off to her lingering scent in the air.

Perhaps I should be ashamed of it, but for once, I’m not.

We were marvelous together.

“Hold this position, Lucien. Don’t move.”

He grimaces, his face tight with beautiful discomfort.

With a final, affectionate squeeze of Lucien’s cock, I walk over to the others and kneel in front of Eden.

“Do you still want to come, Eden?” I ask, brushing her hair back. Even tangled, it’s lovely. I’d love to see it knotted with Lucien’s. They would make a striking swirl.

This time, she hesitates, looking at me with wary, tear-stained eyes that only delight me further. She knows it’s a trick question.

“Only if it pleases you, Jasper,” she whispers, and a startled smile lifts my mouth.

Pretty, pretty words.

I glance up at Beaumont, who smiles smugly back at me. I know he couldn’t care less about things like this—the elegant nuances or formal training. Which means... he’s been teaching her for my benefit, and she’s clever enough to know when to employ the respectful phrasing.

“It would please me to see your breasts, Eden. It would please me to make you cry in earnest.” I examine her. “Are you sure you still want that?”

“Y-yes.” Her eyes dart behind me to Lucien, and I hear his hiss of discomfort.

Lucien enjoys a great many aspects of masochism, but he prefers an active target. The anticipation of wax, or a shock, or a strike. Enduring slow, steadily increasing pain is more of a struggle. Patience is not his strong suit.

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