Page 200 of Enthrall Shadows
“This is her fantasy,” he said coolly. “Come see.”
I followed my curiosity, peering over the balcony because maybe, just maybe, I’d see she needed rescuing.
She didn’t.
Amelia’s contentment reassured me she’d settled into subspace heaven. She was lying on a table, legs spread, with Grantchester leaning between her thighs giving her oral sex. From the way she arched her back and groaned with pleasure, she liked the way his tongue greedily searched her pussy, his firm hands on her thighs to hold her in position.
Sinclair sucked on her right nipple. Both of them were delivering the kind of attention submissives beg for from our senior Doms.
There was beauty here, too.
The way these men interpreted her cries and whispers. The way they zeroed in on her pleasure, checking in with her, sharing her with the kind of desire only close friends can do.
A flash of anger came from Grantchester as he ripped off the latex strips to leave her completely naked. Even with all that access he wanted more of her, wanted that beauty splayed out before him.
Her face was flushing brightly, her legs opening wider as she too demanded more from him, her soaked thighs wetting Grantchester’s chin. She was trembling from the blinding pleasure.
The tall trees surrounding the property shielded this exquisite scene.
Richard watched carefully, his brow furrowed as he tried to discern if this was what Amelia wanted.
Glancing at me, he gave a nod to say she appeared to be into the action.
We’d played hard and heavy in our day so there’d be no judging her. Just us making sure everyone consented.
This performance was clearly a show to taunt me.
De Sade’s way of saying,come protect the submissives at Pendulum as only you can, Charlotte.
Grantchester fucked her now, thrusting hard and deep into her soaking wet pussy, the condom he’d slid on shiny from her arousal. His savage hips were a fierce piston as he entered deep and then withdrew all the way before pushing back in.
Sinclair kissed her mouth with the kind of passion women want. Like she was his everything and love came into the equation. Reaching down, Sinclair played with her clit and that made her go wild. She bucked and pounded Grantchester right back.
These two dazzling Doms were worshipping her.
Moaning rose from below as Amelia reached orgasm, writhing beneath the touches of men who knew how to stun a woman into coming.
My own body reacted to the intensely erotic vision, my clit aching at the vision of the raw and desperate fucking that was equally as controlled as it was unbound.
Grantchester spilled inside her and it made her go weak. He matched her climax with his, thrusting so hard she slid forcefully back and forward over the table.
De Sade had given them his submissive.
And they were honoring that gift by spoiling her.
Afterwards, when Amelia had come several times more, they helped her sit up. She leaned against Sinclair and he hugged her against his chest, telling her how pretty she was. How well she’d performed. The kind of words that would make any woman feel nurtured.
“You’re not joining them de Sade?” said Richard tersely.
“Best seat in the house.” He chuckled.
I pointed a finger at him. “Watch over her.”
“I intend to,” he said, leaning over the balcony as though the show had just begun.
“I have to go.” I walked back to the table and grabbed my purse.
“Don’t forget your gift.” De Sade pointed to the football.
