Page 12 of What Alex Wants…He Gets

Chapter Six

Harper

“Spread your legs,”he instructed. There may have been two dominant men working me over, but it was clear only one was in charge.

My mystery man.

I moved eagerly, complying with his wishes.

“Wider.”

I tried not to think about the fingers buried inside me or the mouth still at my breast. Despite the nerves fluttering in my belly and the pressure building deep in my core, I desperately wanted to do this right. A good submissive knew how to follow instructions and longed to obey.

That’s what I needed more than anything right now. The satisfaction that comes from being a good submissive.

His good submissive. Name given or not, he’d earned my responses.

I gasped when he wiggled the fingers inside me and brushed against an unexpected bundle of nerves, drawing my focus back where he obviously wanted it.

“Oh…” The moan fell unbidden from my mouth and my eyes squeezed shut behind the cloth covering them as I savored the delicious sensations streaking through me.

I wanted to come. It was building so sharp and fast I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.

That thought stood forefront in my mind as the pressure in my body climbed beautifully and just when I thought he would push me over the edge and into a much needed mind-blowing orgasm, he slipped free from my core.

“Definitely not yet,” he whispered.

I pulled against my restraints and groaned as the sudden ache of emptiness engulfed me.

Jeremy’s mouth popped free from my breast with a chuckle. “Someone’s in too much of a hurry.”

Speechless at their cruel withdrawal, I panted for breath and some sort of something that would steady me. Already my heart beat wildly out of control. Silence stretched between us as I struggled for some semblance of control over my body’s reaction. Before I found it, their hands returned. This time Jeremy’s hands roamed from my breasts to my clit where he rubbed in circles a little off from where I most needed his touch.

And my mystery Dom turned downright evil as he dragged his fingers from the wetness of my slit to the tight, puckered entrance of my ass.

I sucked in a shocked breath as one of my legs was lifted and hitched around a hard waist. In this position Jeremy had opened me fully to both their explorations.

One man continued to torment my sensitive clit, and the other went from stroking the sensitive area of my backside to pressing a finger inside one sexy inch at a time.

“Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” he asked, his breath harsh against my ear.

I nearly laughed out loud at the idea, except I knew how serious he was.

“Not really.” No one had ever tried or even dared. My husband had seen me as nothing but an ends to a means for his psychopathic plans. A vessel to bear his children. Sex in the dark and missionary style had been the extent of our experience.

“Not really isn’t really an answer,” he said, pushing his finger a little bit deeper.

My eyes rolled back in my head at the heady sensation of long ignored pleasure sensors flaring to life.

My breathing grew harsh as the tidal wave of sensation began to break over me. I wasn’t naïve or shy when it came to certain things. I loved the internet and what I could discover. Not to mention the wide selection of toys I could order when I wanted to try something new. I’d experimented on my own. I’d just never shared that information with anyone before. There’d been no need.

“Only with a toy,” I offered on a ragged breath, remembering my promise to be honest.

“Did you like it?”

“Yes,” I whispered after only a moment’s hesitation. Finally grateful that I couldn’t see either of them. Because of that, I didn’t have to face them during these embarrassing questions.

“Good. Although I can guarantee you playing with toys isn’t the same as being bent over and fucked until you beg for it to stop. Which is exactly what I’d do.” He brushed his lips across the sensitized skin behind my ear. “In case you haven’t picked up on it yet. I have a thing for making a woman beg. For more or less doesn’t matter, just so long as I can get her to beg. I get off on it.”

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