Page 69 of Kylan

He nodded, looking up at me and smiling. “Where is he?”

I laughed. “Well, about that . . .”

ELEVEN

KYLAN

I wantedthis to be perfect.

I took all the time I needed to make sure I was properly ready. Cleaned out, scrubbed clean, a spritz of body mist, a touch of lip gloss.

Some frilly panties under a flowy, tiered, very short pink skirt. No shirt, but a long pink beaded necklace. And I wrapped one around my wrist for a bracelet as well.

And my favourite vibrating butt plug, doused in lube and set to pulse while I got dressed.

I was so ready for this.

I needed this.

And I needed them to not have to wait. To not hold back. I needed them to fill me and fuck me, to own me however they dared.

I needed them to show me what I meant to them. What thisrelationshipwas.

What it could be.

There was so much unknown territory ahead of us and I needed something familiar. Comforting.

And that was me, in the middle of them.

I switched the butt plug off, letting the absence of sensations settle through me. With a belly full of nerves, I took one last look at myself in the mirror—smiling at who I saw smiling back at me—and opened my door.

And stopped.

Marek and Leon were waiting in the hallway.

Leon leaning against the wall, head turned my way, eyes dark as onyx. A very prominent bulge in his jeans.

Oh god.

Marek was closer. He smiled at me, licking the corner of his mouth. “Oh, princess,” he whispered. “You look so beautiful. Do a full turn for us. Let us see you.”

A rush of warmth flooded through me, my skin feeling flushed and tingly. I went to my tiptoes, touched the beads on my chest, and turned around. When I had my back to them, I slid my skirt up so they could see what I’d done for them.

When I turned back to face them, Marek’s nostrils were flared and Leon pushed off the wall. “You are so pretty,” he said, voice low and gruff. “So perfect.”

He came to stand alongside Marek, and I handed Leon the remote control. “For you, daddy.”

He grunted as he took it, and while they both watched me, he pressed the On button.

Jolts of pleasure seared through me and I gasped, my hands flailing before I could control my reaction.

I was so high-strung, so turnedon.

Marek held his hand out for me to take. “Does that feel good, princess?”

I nodded, not trusting my voice at first. The urge to arch my back, to claw at the walls was strong. “Yes, daddy,” I said, voice strained.

Leon held out his hand for me, and they led me into their bedroom. They both turned to me and I felt so small, so in awe of them, how big they were, how strong.

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