Page 129 of Knot Playing Fair 2

“Oh, god,” I rasped, my cock surging back to full hardness, and then some.

Of course, Mia and Luca chose that moment to open the door and dart through, closing it behind them. They stopped just inside, looking from me to Byron and back again.

“So...” Luca began. “What did we miss?”

“We were just discussing appropriate punishment for Mia’s husband being a selfish ass,” Byron said.

A squirming sensation set up in my stomach, at odds with the throbbing ache in my pants.

“Byron, youknowI’ve forgiven him already,” Mia said, sounding uncertain. She was carrying an armful of dark leather straps and buckles that I couldn’t make sense of.

“Ah,” Luca said, like someone who’d just had a revelation of some sort. “But maybe he hasn’t forgivenhimselfyet. Is that it?”

“You’d have to ask him,” Byron replied blandly, as my stomach’s twisting grew worse. “But in the meantime, I thought we could put him over the desk, and you two can take turns fucking his ass until he begs for mercy.”

“Oh... hence the need for Mia’s strap.” Luca gave a shrug. “Cool. I’m game.”

I still didn’t know what he meant by thestrap, but Mia’s eyes had gone very wide.

“I... think I’m game. But only if Nat is,” she said.

There was a tight, burning feeling growing in my throat. “Anything,” I said, trying to control the quaver in my voice.

“Sounds like a yes to me,” Byron said, and a moment later he was invading my space, spinning me around and pinning me against his body, my back to his front. The hard line of his cock pressed against the crease of my ass, and I nearly whimpered.

“Now, strip for us, you two,” Byron went on, in a voice so casual he might have been discussing the weather. “Oh, and take off the straps for the second dildo, Luca. I’ll need access to Mia’s pussy later.”

I still didn’t know what he was talking about, but Mia’s eyes bugged—red staining her cheeks. “Oh,fuck,” she whispered.

“Hot,” Luca said. “I’m going toenjoywatching this.”

Byron’s expression was hidden from my line of sight, but his voice softened a bit. “You got everything you need for tonight, Luca? Everything you want?”

A small, helpless smile flitted across Luca’s face. “Yeah, I’m good.Sogood. This is going to be fun.”

And then, he and Mia started stripping right in front of us, while Byron held me trapped against him. It was all I could do not to pant with need as miles of golden skin and pale skin were bared to my gaze, clothing disappearing a piece at a time.

With a jolt, I realized that it had been more than a year since I’d seen my wife naked. She had the same effect on me that she’d always had, and I could feel an embarrassing damp spot growing at the front of my trousers. Luca was a stark contrast to Mia’s curves—all lean lines and flat muscle, except for the soft flare of his hips that marked him as an omega.

I couldn’t help staring at his cock, which was small, but fully erect. It was only when Luca started sorting out the mess of straps Mia had brought with her, and buckled the contraption around her hips, that I finally understood.

“Holy fucking shit,” I said hoarsely, as she and Luca positioned the biggest dildo I’d ever seen so that it jutted out from her neat triangle of pubic hair.

“Nowhe’s getting it,” Byron said from behind me. “All set? Condoms and lube are in the side table by the couch. I’ll just get this one laid out and ready for you.”

“Dibs—I’m going first!” Luca said, sounding almost gleeful in a way I’d never, ever heard from him before.

But I didn’t have time to appreciate it. Byron was already shoving me across the room to a huge, mahogany desk. A sweep of one long arm sent papers flying, clearing off the top. Then strong hands gripped the sides of my shirt andyanked. I yelped as buttons went flying, baring my chest to the room’s cool air. Those hands immediately dropped to my fly, and a moment later, my pants and underwear were dragged down around my knees.

Byron pushed my upper body down to lie draped over the desk, the chill of the wood a shock against my chest and stomach. My nipples immediately hardened into painful points.

“Hold onto the edge,” he ordered. “Don’t move your hands.”

I grasped the corners of the desk instinctively to keep from sliding backward, my body taut as a bowstring with queasy anticipation.

“Let’s get this party started!” Luca said happily, and two slick fingers shoved past the ring of my ass with no warning.

I cried out, pleasure and pain and guilt and redemption swirling around in my body like a flock of wheeling birds.

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