Page 25 of Her Double Desire

Fire flashes through his widening eyes.He loved that,I think happily. Gripping my hip, Shawn buries his fingers beyond the knuckle back into my pussy. I keen, arching my back, flexing everything to keep him inside of me.

With his thumb he massages my clitoris. His fingers roll in me, exploring my hot, soaked inner walls. And then, without any warning, the orgasm assaults me. I fall forward, my cheek resting on the table, ass lifted skyward as he pumps his knuckles in my clenching cunt.

For a little while, I'm nothing but a being of pure bliss.

It's the best orgasm I've ever had. Better than the ones I've given myself. Panting, I endure the aftershocks, grateful he hasn't yanked his fingers out yet. Each helpless squeeze of my muscles is so much better with something inside.

Panicked footsteps storm through the house. “Shawn!” Jared shouts, standing in the parlor doorway and looking aghast. “What the hell are you doing?”

His voice brings me back. Blushing furiously, I stare at Jared. “I... we were just...” I stumble on my words.

“We were making sure she can handle working here,” Shawn says, guiding his fingers out of me. I openly whimper as the sensation of fullness vanishes. He pats my ass once, but gently this time.

“You were supposed to teach her how to follow our rules,” Jared says, eyes narrowing as he approaches. He seems... pissed, and I wonder why.

“Oh, calm down. You wanted me to train her, correct?”

“Yes, but this...” Sighing, he squints down at me. I'm glowing pink from toe to scalp. He's digesting the sight. Not all of his anger has vanished when he asks crisply, “How was it?”

My jaw drops. I'm supposed to answer that?

“Tell him, Veronica,” Shawn commands. “Better, stand up and show him.”

Blushing hot, I stand tall with my hands dangling at my sides, twitching nervously. Jared scans me and I'm sure he appreciates what he sees, though that darkness hasn't fully left his face. Is he mad at me, or is he...No, he can't be jealous.

Jared reaches out, feeling the juices coating my thighs. The contact ignites my arousal all over again. It takes all I have not to grab his hand and make him finger me the way Shawn just was. “I guess it was good,” he says to himself. His attention darts to Shawn. “She's not a prude at all. Might not care one bit who gets her off.”

“Of course I care!” I snap, shooting daggers at them both. His words aren't meant to be a compliment, I cansenseit. I've upset him somehow, and now, Jared is cutting me down. I've never been good at accepting insults. It's why I'm here, after all—I couldn't quietly handle the firing coming my way at my old job.

My pride is a curse.

Shawn's smile is angled high on one side. “Still so much fight in you.”

“I can't stand here while someone calls me a sex freak!”

“As the person who watched you nearly cream yourself while giving me a BJ,” Shawn says, “Your argument is wasted.” He turns to Jared. “The girl likes cock. She begged me to let her come. Personality wise, she'll fit in fine. It's her temper that might fuck us over.”

Jared's hands curl so tight his knuckles go white. “We'll figure it out.” He refuses to look at me, he's staring at his feet. Pushing air through his nose loudly, he walks towards the door. “I'll see you both in the morning.”

“Sir,” I say anxiously, lifting a hand.

He doesn't respond, he leaves without another word.

It's a rejection that hurts in a way I can't explain. Jared is a stranger, through and through. Beyond that, he only wants me to please a man I've never met so he won't get in trouble.

If that's how he feels, why is he acting so furious at catching me with Shawn? He's the one who handed me to him!

Putting a palm to my forehead, I grimace. “What did I do wrong?” I ask.

Shawn crouches, then offers me my dress. I take it, surprised he bothered to give it back to me. “Don't let Jared's mood get to you. “

“He wants me to fuck other people, right?” I say it bluntly, but Shawn seems unaffected by my harsh language. “He needs me to be the same kind ofperfectslave that you do. So why is he behaving like he walked in on his girlfriend cheating on him?”

Shawn flinches, seeming to gather his thoughts. “I said it earlier, he's less... comfortable with aspects of Oliver's house than some of us are.” His shoulders lift, then fall. “We have a long week ahead of us. Get some rest.”

Clutching the dress, I follow Shawn towards the exit from the parlor. As we pass under the edge of the archway, he pulls up short. I nearly slam into him. “Sir?” I ask uncertainly.

“If things go poorly at the event with Oliver, maybe you...” Shaking himself, he strides around the corner. “Forget it. Goodnight.”

I stay there in the arch, letting Shawn leave the same way Jared did. Earlier, I wanted to get away from the both of them.

Now, in just a few hours, they've turned my heart into a giant maze.

One that I'm not sure has a beginning or an end.

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