Page 59 of Brutal Queen

“I never thought I would envy a showerhead, but I stand corrected,” Sinclair says as he pulls his henley over his head and steps out of his slacks. His underwear drops to the floor a second later and then he’s stepping into his shower and taking the showerhead from me. I try to protest, but he’s already fiddling with the setting and changing the spray so that it’s more concentrated.

The moment the powerful jet of water travels across my shoulders, I flex and move, leaning into the pressure.

“Keep your hands on the wall while I work out a few knots,” he whispers across the shell of my ear as he brushes my hair over my shoulder, exposing my back. I can’t stop the contented little sigh that drifts out of me at his words, or the noises of pleasure that follow. He uses one hand to massage and caress my skin while the other chases behind it with the delicious pressure of the jets.

It feels like I’m being cleansed of my sins while being convinced to commit a myriad of new ones.

When the stream of water reaches my hip, he pulls me away from the wall and into the hard plains of his chest, moving the shower head around to explore my front. I let my head fall back against him and sink into the glorious heat wandering across my skin.

“Spread your legs, hummingbird.”

My moans devolve into a perpetual whimper when the showerhead travels to the apex of my thighs. Fingertips wander along my hip bone before delving down between my legs. I cry out when the back of his hand blocks the sinful pressure of the water before he drags his fingers back up throughmy folds and exposes my swollen clit to the merciless pounding of the jets.

“There we go. That’s what you need, isn’t it,colibrì? You need to come for me,” he purrs.

“She needs to come for both of us,” says an unexpected voice from behind us.

Slowly, without ceasing the water’s assault on my core, Sinclair turns and leans back, exposing me to Benny, who’s naked with one shoulder propped against the doorframe.

I don’t know if it’s their words, the intense focus of Benny’s eyes on my body, or the gentle rotation of Sinclair’s wrist that keeps the water rolling over my clit in small circling motions, but I’m pushed over the edge, shattering from within while Sinclair’s strong arms hold me together. Even though my eyelids slam shut, I see lights floating behind them, swirling in mesmerising patterns. My legs start to shake, and as blissful as the release was, I feel empty and needy.

“Atta girl,” murmurs Sin, his hot breath skittering across my skin and setting off a chain reaction of shivers that flutter through me.

“Oh, I like that one. You can keep that little bit of praise in the rotation,” I whisper between soft pants as I try to catch my breath.

Benny steps into the shower and takes my weight from Sinclair. “Hold her there for a moment,” Sin instructs him.

I snuggle into Benny’s chest as he hooks his finger under my chin and steals a kiss. It’s wanton and eager and holds a promise of so much more to come. As his tongue slips through the seam of my lips, Sinclair’s hands start to roam my body, smothering me in shower gel, then rinsing me clean.

I complain when Benny pulls back and drags me with him out of the shower. Bundling me up in a towel while they rough dry themselves and throw their towels in the hamper. Theysaunter out of the bathroom and I follow to find a gloriously naked Nico standing at the foot of my bed, cock hard and bobbing gently with every tense of his abdomen.

He’s on me in an instant, sweeping me off my feet and laying me out on the bed. Nico pulls on the hem of the towel, unwrapping me, and I’m flooded with heat when he rewards me with a sexy as fuck smile. He lowers himself beside me and trails a hand along my thigh before gliding his fingers through my wet pussy.

“Aren’t you just the gift that keeps on giving, phoenix?” Nico murmurs against my neck as he nips at the delicate skin below my ear. It sends a flurry of intense pleasure straight to my core when he bites down and sucks in sinful little tugs.

My hips take on a rhythm all of their own as his fingertips tease my entrance. “Please, Nico. I need all of you.” I lean into him, trying to press my lips to his, but he pushes me back and spreads my legs wide.

Towering above me, he plants his hands either side of me on the mattress and takes his time devouring my body with his eyes. I look down where his thick cock hangs heavy, and I groan as he runs his broad tip along my seam, parting my sex.

Without any warning, he slides his cock to my entrance and sinks into me, inch by glorious inch. The stretch is exquisite and I gasp as each barbell breeches my pussy. He’s ruthless with the force of each thrust but makes sure they’re slow and steady. It’s both too much and not enough all at the same time.

“Fuck yes. Oh, my God. Right fucking there,” I scream, my hips bucking involuntarily at the sensation.

I begin to lose the ability to speak as my pleasure reaches new heights. Suddenly, Benny and Sinclair are either side of me, stroking deft fingers across my breasts, and over my peaked nipples.

I’m in a place somewhere beyond bliss and half a moment away from destruction. When Benny’s lips find the nape of my neck and Sinclair’s thumb and forefinger roll my nipple, I come hard, screaming their names and begging for their cum.

“You heard our little queen. Let's give her what she wants,” Benny says with a roguish smile. Nico pulls out of me and I whimper. He encourages me to sit and passes me into Sin’s waiting arms. I catch a sly glance between Nico and Sin, but I’m a little too lost in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss to be able to decipher its exact meaning. I know they have an idea and I know I’ll enjoy it.

“On your back, Benny,” Sinclair says with a tone that brooks no disobedience.

Now this is intriguing. I can see how torn Benny is. He wants to do as he’s told, but he also doesn’t want to disobey his dominant. Nico nods slowly. “Do as you’re told, Bambi. Sin is in control tonight. Same rules apply, you can safeword at any time. Are you happy to obey him?”

Benny’s face lights up with what looks like curiosity, and he struggles to hide the mischievous little smirk that dances over his face.

Sinclair leans in to whisper in my ear. “I think it’s time we gave you exactly what you asked for.”

“My husband’s head on a spike?” I joke, instantly regretting my words and wishing I could take them back.

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