Page 13 of The Possession

But he also never allowed another Dominant to lead, either.

Yet Master Declan had taken control again, his deep voice telling Master Ian where to go on the bed. Hands landed on my hips, positioning me exactly where the men wanted—on Master Ian’s lap. His pants were still unfastened, his cock proud and ready for me. I settled on top of him, my folds gliding along his shaft as his thick head pressed into my clit.

“She’s so fucking wet,” he groaned.

Master Declan grunted at my back, his fingers brushing my calves on his way down to my ankles, where he deftly unbuckled my stilettos. Goose bumps pebbled down my arms as he slipped them off my feet, tossing them to the floor,leaving me in just the lace mask. His lips met my shoulder, then my neck, drawing up to my ear. “Put Ian’s cock in your sweet cunt, pet. And ride him for me.”

I nearly swallowed my tongue, his hot words undoing something inside me.

He was the epitome of alpha.

So much like my Master Luka, yetnew. Different. Darker.

I lifted upward and reached between myself and Master Ian, my fingers barely wrapping around the base of him. I hadn’t really appreciated his size before when he’d fucked my mouth, the challenge of showing him what I could do derailing my focus. But I noticed now. Especially as I lined his head up with my entrance and began to push him inside.

Oh, he’s big,I thought, feeling him stretch me so deliciously that I nearly came again just from the size of him.

Master Declan’s groin brushed my ass as I seated myself completely on Master Ian, my inner walls clenching him greedily.

He’s not wearing protection, I thought, then pushed it out of my mind. Master Luka would have intervened by now if he wanted to require it. I was on birth control, and I knew he trusted these two men if he allowed them inside our inner sanctuary.

I lifted up, then back down, getting a feel for the fullness inside me. Each movement caused Master Declan to press into me, his hardness a brand against my backside even through the barrier of his pants. He’d lost his shirt, causing heat to radiate from his chest to my back, but he mostly held himself at bay with just his fingertips brushing my ankles.

So much control,I marveled, longing for him to touch me more. But I knew what I had to do to entice him.

He wanted me to ride Master Ian.

I shifted forward, moaning as my stomach twisted in delicious agony. Then I shuddered on my way back, MasterDeclan’s zipper biting into my ass in a stern reminder of what was coming.

My hips flexed again, and again, but still he didn’t act or move, his presence a darkness behind me that he wielded like a sensual weapon. He was allowing me to feel him without experiencing him. A tease of sorts, one meant to spur me onward.

And it did.

Oh, how it did.

“Fuck, she’s good,” Master Ian said, slamming up into me on my next thrust, his unexpected action causing me to flinch in pain-induced pleasure. Then he grabbed my hips and held me there, forcing me to experience every inch, all the way inside, so deep I swore I could almost taste him.

And truly, I did.

His cum still coated my mouth, his earlier orgasm a flavor on my tongue.

“So damn good,” Master Ian echoed on a sigh, his fingers clutching me in a savage grip. It would leave marks for me to admire later. I nearly groaned at that thought.

“You ready for me to join you?” Master Declan asked, the scruff dotting his chin scraping my neck as he moved his mouth to my shoulder once more. This time I felt his teeth against my skin, his kiss a bruising reminder of his strength.

“Fuck yes,” Master Ian replied.

My skin prickled as Master Declan shifted, his knuckles brushing my spine in a hypnotic caress all the way down to the forbidden crease below.

I swallowed, wondering if he would be able to fit. While I couldn’t see him, I couldfeelhim behind his slacks. He was at least as big as the cock inside me now, which… I wasn’t sure Master Ian had prepared me enough to takethat.

The sound of a zipper ratcheted up my nerves. Such a subtle noise, one that seemed to riot around me like the beginning ofa storm.

Would he rip into me? Or would he go slow?

I suspected the former but preferred the latter.

Yet this wasn’t about me.

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