Page 78 of Lies like Rubies, Part Two (Savage Jewels)

Sofia’s eyes dropped to her hemline, then back up to him. “Dante, this skirt?—”

“You should have thought of that before wearing something so short, slut.”

Sofia looked at him, and I ached to know what was going on in her head. But then she reached her hands under the skirt of her dress to shimmy out of her panties and tossedthem to Dante, and my pants tightened at the thought of our woman, gorgeous and bare underneath her skirt.

Dante held them to his face, inhaled deeply, then folded them and slipped them into his pocket, ignoring the bright flush of embarrassment painting Sofia’s cheeks. With a low hum, he walked around her, eyes roving up and down before sliding his hands around her neck, then across her shoulders, shoving the sleeves of her dress down around her elbows and revealing her breasts to us.

“Dante?” she breathed. He ignored her. “Sir?”

“You’re not wearing anything out but this dress, shoes, and jewelry,” he murmured, tracing his fingers down her, “Like the filthy slut you are.”

Sofia flinched, and Dante looked down at her with concern. “No?”

When she didn’t look at him right away, he tilted her chin up. “Micetta, we don’t have to play games tonight. We can go out on a normal date and show Sergio that he can’t break up our polycule too.”

“No,” she breathed. “I want to. I hate that I think of him when it’s us. I hate that I’m letting him get in the way of the games that I lo?—”

She cut herself off before she could admit how much she loved our games.

“Baby, it’s normal,” I told her, unsure of how to reassure this striking, complicated woman.

“I don’t want to be normal,” she snarled. “I want to be happy and free.”

She reached out to me, dragging my lips down to her chest. I took one of her dusky nipples into my mouth, leaning her backward over my arm and into Dante’s chest, and letting her cut the conversation short. She lolled herhead back against his shoulder and moaned as he caressed one breast, and I licked and sucked on the other.

When she shifted her hips, desperate for contact against that sensitive bundle of nerves at her center, I moved away, much to her dismay. Carefully, I pulled the fabric of the dress back over her shoulders, arranging it to my satisfaction before pushing it aside and taking a taut bud into my mouth one last time, sucking until Sofia’s hands reached up to clutch in my hair, moaning.

“Slut,” Dante began, “bend over and lean your hands on the counter.”

She walked over to the breakfast bar and leaned over, resting her weight on her arms, staring straight into Lorenzo’s eyes. Dante shoved her dress up to her waist and spanked each side of her ass, slowly warming her up until she shook with each impact, breathing hard through her nose and mewling until her ass and the tops of her thighs were bright red.

I slammed a bottle of lube and a large plug in front of her. “This is what you’re going to wear tonight.” She gasped, then bit her lip, nodding. “Good girl,” I said, rubbing my hand on her back, letting the heat of my hands calm her as I took Dante’s place behind her. I dripped lube down her ass, then began running the plug up and down her folds, gathering the moisture, making a big fucking mess, and grinning at the thought that she’d have to go out like this.

I teased at her entrance, and she thrust her hips back at me.

“Greedy little slut,” Dante murmured, hooking two fingers behind her front teeth and dragging her face so she looked at him. Sofia whined softly, her hips twitching back toward me.

“Gorgeous little slut, about to take this plug so well, sofucking sexy with her legs spread apart and her ass displayed to me like this,” I murmured as I worked one finger into her, and then a second, fucking her roughly as she gasped with pleasure. This woman was so damn responsive. “Do you like that, Sofia?” I asked her.

When she moaned instead of answering, I slapped her still-red ass. “Use your words, slut. Do you like it when I fuck your ass with my fingers?”

Dante released her mouth so she could answer.

“Yes, Nick, please, don’t stop,” she breathed. I watched her pussy pulse and clench as I played with her, this gorgeous instrument of sex and need that begged me to fuck her.

Lorenzo watched us with pupils so blown out his golden eyes were almost black, breathing hard as Sofia writhed over the counter. When I started to work the plug in and out of her, she threw back her head and keened wildly, “God, please, Nick,” she begged, almost incoherent with need. Lorenzo leaned forward and captured her lips with his, silencing her cries as he licked her mouth with his tongue. Fuck, they looked good together.

Too soon, I seated the plug fully within her and withdrew my hands.

“No, c’mon,” she protested, reaching one hand between her legs.

Dante snatched it away. “I don’t think so, slut. You’ll come when we tell you to and not before.”

Sofia growled and it was so damn cute, I almost upended our games so I could fuck her right then and there. But that would ruin our plans for the evening, and I was determined to show her we deserved not only her submission, but to make it so good for her it’d be impossible for her to leave us when she graduated.

Lorenzo handed me a damp towel, and I wiped up the mess I’d made with the lube and her need, enjoying every desperate pant floating out of her as I pressed a little too firmly against her clit and her entrance.

When I finished, I tapped the plug once, hard, and she groaned.

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