Page 42 of Serving the Mogul

She circled him as she spanked him with a long thin rod—a quirt. My mind supplied the word even as I sucked in air.

She slapped his ass three times, and the man shuddered each time.

Another man approached. He rubbed against her before sinking to his knees in front of her.

As the woman instructed the newcomer to take out his cock, Maximus slid his hand up my thigh, fingers just barely dipping under my skirt. “I want to feel how wet you are, Tina.”

Heart pounding, and barely able to believe I was about to do this, I spread my thighs. The sensation of his roughened fingers rasping along the delicate flesh just above my knees, then higher, had me shaking. I slumped in the chair.

I could no longer see the couple I’d been watching—couple? Threesome? I didn’t know.

I could still see the stage, though.

A wall of frosted glass had lowered. I saw the three silhouettes behind it, their actions clear.

The man had his hand wrapped around his cock and was kneeling in front of her. With his free hand fisted in her hair, he used his hold to guide her mouth to his cock.

The other man was behind her, clearly erect.

The second he slammed into her, Maximus slid his fingers along the wet folds between my thighs. Then, with no ceremony, he pushed two fingers inside, hard and fast. In and out, repeatedly.

I came with a sharp cry, hands digging into the arms of the chair.

Eighteen

Maximus

“Perfection,”I whispered as she rocked against my hand, fucking herself on my fingers as the orgasm gripped her.

So easily primed, so ready for me.

I had to make her mine.

I’d never had a woman as my exclusive sub, but there was no way I’d let Tina go.

I twisted my fingers inside her, hampered by the close fit of her skirt, the chair, and my position. But I would not break the spell to fix any of that.

She whimpered, her head falling back as I twisted my wrist and screwed my fingers back inside her a third, then a fourth time.

She tightened her thighs around my hand, those sleekly muscled thighs I was dying to have wrapped around my hips…even my head as I ate her out.

Once the climax was over, I pulled back.

As she attempted to smooth her clothes back into place, I licked my fingers.

I could feel her watching me, and I turned my head as I placed my index finger into my mouth and slowly, deliberately, sucked the taste of her.

Her face flushed an even deeper shade of pink.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” I asked.

“I don’t know if there are words to describe what I’m feeling right now,” she said, voice unsteady.

Cocking my head, I pointed out, “You’re not running.”

“No.” The flush of pink on her cheeks deepened, but her eyes held mine steadily.

Offering her my hand, I asked, “Would you like to dance?”

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